Chapter 889

"When she was a child, she was ill. I couldn't help taking care of her for two days and two nights But in the end, I only got one sentence - I'm a crazy bitch, my life is not worth money. Flying snow She is my daughter born in October! How could she do that to me! "

Nalan's eyes narrowed coldly in the snow, as if the cold and merciless words of Nalan's words appeared in front of her eyes.

Nalan Yurong Hum! Nalan Yurong! You are even more merciless than me who has entered the devil kingdom!

Mrs. Nalan was crying and holding her chest. Suddenly, she was convulsed, and a lot of blood began to flow from the corners of her mouth.

"Mother! How are you? " Nalan Feixue hurriedly helped Mrs. Nalan and cried nervously, "I'll find a doctor for you! Mother, please hold on! "

"No need Cough... " Mrs. Nalan coughs up blood and tugs at Nalan Feixue's sleeve, spits out hard, "these days, I just want to hold a breath, want to see you, want to make sure my Feixue is still alive, now Cough, now that my mother sees that you don't have to suffer any more, she is already very happy! "

"Niang......" Nalan's eyes were red with flying snow, and she hugged Mrs. Nalan tightly.

At this moment, she found how emaciated her mother was, leaving only a layer of skin and bones.

"Mother, you don't want to die." Tears trickled down the corner of his eyes, "Niang, I'll leave you as a relative. Please don't leave me!"

Madame Nalan shook her head, and her tears shook down. "Flying snow, I'm afraid it's I'm afraid I can't hold it Nalan River, you Don't go to her for revenge, she She is really powerful. The whole Nalan mansion is vulnerable to attack in front of her. My mother doesn't want you to be in danger any more Cough And, in the end, she She let go of her mother and gave her antidote. Feixue, promise her, don't go to Nalan River to avenge, avenge each other When is it... "

Nalan wiped the corner of her eyes and said in a choked voice, "OK, mom, I promise you. Since Nalan river finally saved his mother, what if I let her go! "

There was a happy smile on Mrs. Nalan's face. She reached out and wanted to touch her daughter's face. She murmured, "flying snow, you need to live well Don't fall into the devil's way Don't revenge I hope you are happy Be a good person in the next life Mother is also, I hope next life, can make a Ok People... "

Before he had finished speaking, the hand that had just touched Nalan's face fell powerless.

The eyes close gently, the corner of the mouth is still hooked with a smile of hope and peace, it looks like sleeping.

Naran snow tightly held Madame Naran 's gradually cold body, slowly closed her eyes, a drop of tears from the corner of her eyes.

Two days later, Nalan Feixue buried Mrs. Nalan, and then knelt in a proper position in front of her grave.

Beside her was a slender black round barrel, over which Chu Chong's face was full of despair, pain and entreaty.

He grew up and wanted to make a sound, but his tongue and throat were destroyed.

And his fat body, now cut off his hands and feet, cut off some flesh and skin, and was forced into the black round barrel.

Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, he can't die even if he is injured like this. He can only bear the torture of life is not like death day by day.