The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The muscles in Nalan Yurong's face were twitching constantly, staring at the woman in front of her, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"You, you, why are you here? Naran Feixue, didn't you die long ago?!"

Nalan Feixue shook his head softly and sighed: "Dear sister, how can you be so unconscionable? I'm thinking of you! Since you treat me as an abandoned child, let me be Zhu Zhong 8. After the beast was taken away, I never forgot the day when my sister abandoned me."

"Then...then, how can I blame me! It's all Puxi, yes, it's all designed by the slut Nalan Puxi, it has nothing to do with me!"

Nalan Feixue sneered: "Oh? Really? So, mother's death has nothing to do with you?"

"Mother's death?!" Nalan Yurong's body shook with extreme terror, and her voice suddenly became sharp and sharp. "What does the mother's death have to do with me? Nalan Puxi killed her, You want to take revenge and go to Nalan Puxi!!!"

Nalan Feixue looked at the greedy and fearful death of the woman in front of her, pushing all her guilt to the ugly appearance, and the hatred in her heart turned into a raging flame.

But the more hatred she had, the softer the smile on her face was, "Don't you know, my sister? After being poisoned by you as a shield, your mother didn't die at all, because Puxi saved her life. She dragged on. The dead body climbed in front of me and told me who really killed her!"

Nalan Yurong screamed: "Impossible! How could she not die! You lied to me, this is all Suxi's trick!"

Nalan Feixue looked at her sarcastically, like an ugly poisonous insect.

Nalan Yurong realized that Nalan Feixue really hated her, she finally collapsed and wept: "Fei Xue, it was the sister who was wrong, but the sister was not intentional at that time, and the sister had no way to let her mother save me. A life."

"You don't know, the mother is crazy, and she hasn't had a few years to live. It's not cost-effective to exchange her life with a long life. Isn't it a good deal? The mother should have sacrificed for her children! I believe that my mother will not blame me, right?"

Nalan Feixue looked at the woman's contemptuous confession in front of her and only felt a tumult in her stomach.

Such dross, such a beast, turned out to be her sister and sister. She used to adore her like that, and her mother took her as a pride, willing to use everything she had for her future.

Nalan Yurong didn't feel Naran Feixue's increasingly translucent hate, he still persuaded, "Feixue, you don't know, I am now the daughter of Yun Tianyi, the first war god of Siam, the Yun family Missy, the future and the wealth of Ronghua are unlimited. Sister, as long as you follow your sister, you will also be able to follow Fei Huang Tengda. Sister, weren’t you the oldest eager to marry a noble husband? Goddess, my sister can let you marry in the past!"

Nalan Feixue smiled lowly: "Flying Huang Tengda, even if my sister really wants to confess, why not do Fei Xue a favor?"

"Good! You said, what do you want me to do, I will do it!"

Nalan Feixue's smile grew deeper and deeper. He suddenly waved his hand forward, and two black round wooden barrels with very special materials appeared between the two.