The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

"Dad, I... am I dying..."

The little boy lying on the bed opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the tall man kneeling beside his bed.

The little boy looked like he was eight or nine years old. It was supposed to be Xueyu's cute, but at this time, he was completely thin.

The eyes were deeply recessed, the eyes were dark, the lips were dry and cracked, and the body temperature was hot.

The seven-foot boy beside the bed, when he heard the child's words, couldn't help but also red his eyes, dumbly said: "Qi'er, the witch doctor has already sacrificed the gods, and the punishment of the Chalk God will soon pass. By then, You can recover."

The little boy named Qier did not rejoice when he heard the words, but opened his eyes and said in a difficult way: "But... I... I heard that the priest wanted to let... Xiao Nuo die, I... I don't want to be small Nuo Die... Dad, I want to live with Xiao Nuo... Vomit~~~"

Halfway through the talk, the little boy suddenly stood up suddenly and vomited continuously.

But his belly was already empty, so all he could spit out was acid water, and under him, there were also yellow traces wet out, which was the condition of incontinence.

"Qier--!" The man and his wife screamed and thumped.

The little boy's body twitched, his eyes turned white, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

The man’s wife finally broke down and cried, "God Chalk God, if you really want to lower the punishment, please drop it on me, please let go of my child! This is my only child, please don’t Take him away, please!"

Crying and crying, the man's wife suddenly fell to the ground with a thud, his body kept twitching, foam and food debris spilled from his mouth, and a vomiting sound came from his throat.

"Nina--!" The man screamed and hugged his wife. Seeing her pale face and her body trembling with cold, the man froze.

With one hand holding his son who was twitching and dying, and one hand holding his wife who kept vomiting, hot tears flowed from the man's eyes.

However, Nina laughed, and she was particularly pleased. "Coolen, look, Panchai heard my prayers. He let our children go and punished me. Qi'er was saved. , Great, Qi'er was saved..."

Cullen looked at his faint wife with a smile, and then looked at the son who had stopped breathing next to him, and finally couldn't help but let out a wailing cry.

And such crying and despair are staged and repeated in the Cangda tribe every moment.

The night gets deeper and colder.

Cullen, holding his son who had stopped breathing, walked to the Navan River like a wandering soul.

Qi'er died and was taken away by the Chalk God, and their only baby would never come back.

Now, even his wife is about to leave him.

If this is the punishment of the Chalk God, why, why not even take him away?

Cullen shed tears and slowly put his son's body into the water.

The rule of their Cangda tribe is that the dead people are put into the Navin River. In this way, the mother river that bred them will bring the deceased back to the Panchai God and bless him with happiness and happiness in his next life.

The child's cold body sank into the water, and was quickly swept away by the turbulent river. Kuron fell to the ground with a puff, and couldn't help but whine in pain.

Suddenly, as soon as he saw a shadow, a shadow flashed over, and the body of his son, who had been taken away by the river, was rolled back by something.