The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"She was ill when she was a child, and I took care of her for two days and two nights without clothes... But in the end, I only exchanged one sentence-I am a crazy shrew, and my life is worthless. Feixue... she was born in October. Daughter! How can she treat me that way!"

Nalan Feixue squinted coldly, as if the cold and ruthless words of Nalan Yurong appeared when she returned to the door that day.

Nalan Rong...Humph!Nalan Rong!You really are more unsympathetic than me, a person who has fallen into the magic path!

While crying, Mrs. Nalan grabbed her chest. Suddenly, her body twitched, and a large amount of blood began to overflow at the corner of her mouth.

"Mother! How are you?" Nalan Feixue hurriedly supported Mrs. Nalan, shouting nervously, "I'm going to find a doctor for you! Mother, hold on!"

"No need... cough cough..." Mrs. Nalan coughed up her blood, while squeezing hard with Nalan Feixue's sleeve, "These days, I just held my breath and wanted to see you , Want to confirm that my Feixue is still alive, now... cough, now Niang sees you no longer need to suffer, Niang is already very happy!"

"Mother..." Nalan Feixue reddened her eyes and hugged Mrs. Nalan tightly.

At this moment, she realized how thin her mother was, leaving only a layer of skinny skin.

"Mother, don't die." Tears slipped down the corner of your eyes. "Mother, I'm left with your loved one. Please don't leave me!"

Mrs. Nalan shook her head, her tears shook down, "Feixue, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I can't hold it... Nalan Suxi, you... don't go to her to avenge her, she... she's really It’s very powerful. The entire Nalan House is vulnerable to her. The mother doesn’t want you to be in danger again... cough... And, in the end she... she let go of the mother and gave her an antidote, Feixue, You promised your mother not to go to Nalan Suxi to take revenge anymore...

Nalan Feixue wiped the corners of her eyes and choked: "Okay, mother, I promise you. Since Nalan puxi finally saved the mother, how about I let her go!"

There was a gratifying smile on Mrs. Nalan’s face. She held out her hand and wanted to touch her daughter’s face, murmured in her mouth, “Feixue, you must live well... don’t fall into the devil... don’t revenge... mother I hope you are happy...being a good person in your next life...mother too, I hope that in your next life, you can be a...good...person..."

Before the words were finished, the hand that had just touched Nalan Feixue's face fell down weakly.

Eyes closed gently, and there was a smile of He Ji Ning He in the corner of his mouth, which seemed as if he had fallen asleep.

Nalan Feixue held tightly Mrs. Nalan's gradually cold body, and slowly closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.

Two days later, Nalan Feixue buried Mrs. Nalan, and then kneeled upright in front of Mrs. Nalan's tomb.

Next to her was a slender black round wooden barrel, with Zhu Zhongba's face full of despair and pain and pleading exposed above the barrel.

He grew his mouth and kept trying to make a sound, but his tongue and throat had been destroyed.

And his fat body was now cut off with hands and feet, some skin was cut off, and it was stuffed into this black round barrel.

Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, even if he suffered such injuries, he could not die, and he could only bear the torture of this life day after day.