Fast time travel: Crazy female supporting role abused insanely in the crematorium

Chapter 44 44. The Merry Stepmother of the Demon Cult Leader (14)

Hearing the sound of singing and singing, Cheng Yueshu remembered that she had really been left out in the cold these days.

The woman strolled towards the depths of the bamboo forest, Shao Zhuolin was kneeling in front of her birth monument, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, chanting words in his mouth.

Not seen for a few days, Shao Zhuolin lost a lot of weight, wearing a green robe, standing in the bamboo forest like a green young man, with tears in his wet eyes, which slipped quietly the moment Cheng Yueshu approached.

It fell straight into the soil, like broken dew, more like a seed waiting to be reborn from the ground.

Cheng Yueshu looked at him carefully, and felt that she was not wronged in the plot, and Shao Zhuolin's luck value had dropped by half, yet he could still maintain such a superior appearance.

Sure enough, it's good to be young.

Cheng Yueshu stepped on the snow on purpose, Shao Zhuolin suddenly turned around and knelt down on the ground in panic.

"Aunt...is that you?"

The servant at the side bent down to help him up, but Shao Zhuolin pushed him away and smiled miserably.

"That's right, it's probably my hallucination again. Auntie is already tired of me, so how could she appear in front of me? I'm afraid she'll feel her eyes dirty just by looking at me."

The boy resisted his fear and accepted the play.

"Third young master, you are really the leader!"

Shao Zhuolin's eyes suddenly widened, as if he had seen hope, and then felt sad for a moment.

"Aniang, no, the leader, the sinner Shao Zhuolin pays respects to the leader."

Cheng Yueshu watched with great interest as Shao Zhuolin forced himself to kowtow deeply, but when he got up, his body swayed, as if he was going to faint in the next second, and he clicked his tongue.

"Look at my good Ah Lin, it really makes my mother's heart ache."

Shao Zhuolin's face was pale, "I am really ashamed of my mother. I was bewitched by my elder brother and second brother, thinking that my mother and Fu Zhixiu were together, so I felt jealous."

Seemingly finding it difficult to speak, Shao Zhuolin tilted his head, revealing his sharp collarbone, his ink-like hair swaying in the wind, and his lower lip was gently bitten.

Cheng Yueshu raised her eyebrows, and then suddenly realized,

Shao Zhuolin probably found out that she came to visit Fu Zhixiu every day, and felt that she was a hungry ghost, so he used this method to lure her outright.

Well, I have to say that this kind of trick works quite well on ordinary people.

Just like the ancient kings, knowing that those beauties used all kinds of tricks to compete for favor, but they just laughed it off and enjoyed it.

Shao Zhuolin may not feel that he can't see through his tricks, but he probably feels that he will just go downhill and take him into the house?

"Auntie..."

Shao Zhuolin stepped up his strength, kneeled in front of her, and grabbed her skirt with his slender fingers.

"I would like to pray for Auntie every day, and pray to God to bless Auntie with a long life. I know that I have sinned a lot. If Auntie still blames me for a day, I will kneel here for a day."

Cheng Yueshu looked deeply into his eyes: "Really?"

"Exactly!"

"It's so good." Cheng Yueshu smiled slightly, and when Shao Zhuolin was full of expectations, she took off her skirt, "Then you should kneel down properly."

The latter was taken aback, and suddenly fell down on the snow, his voice sounded like weeping blood.

"Aunt...Aunt..."

Cheng Yueshu left without looking back.

The wind blew the bamboo forests into each other, making a crisp sound, and Cheng Yueshu felt a burst of luck sinking from Shao Zhuolin's body into her own body.

That's not bad, Shao Zhuolin's luck value is obviously much higher than that of Jiang Junhao in the previous world.

Such people should be put to good use.

Cheng Yueshu told the maid: "Take care of the third young master, don't let him die."

Shao Zhuolin, who clenched his hands firmly into fists, suddenly raised his head, and a smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When Cheng Yueshu left completely, the servant's cheeks twitched and he asked softly.

"Master, she's gone, get up quickly."

The leader's heart is really hard, just now he watched from the side, even though he knew it was fake, he couldn't help being moved, but the leader didn't turn around at all.

Shao Zhuolin has a different opinion.

"No, her attitude has changed, otherwise she won't care about my life or death. Now is a critical moment. I must not relax. I must let her see my determination."

Shao Zhuolin knelt like this for another two days, the fake show was real, and when Cheng Yueshu received the news that he was unconscious and sent him back to the room, Shao Zhuolin's knees almost collapsed.

Cheng Yueshu immediately sent the best doctor in the teaching to treat her.

The maid next to Cheng Yueshu, who was also one of the original dancers, showed a hesitant expression, and finally spoke cautiously.

"Master, with Yi Nu's vulgar knowledge, I always feel that the third young master did it on purpose for you to see."

But for such a rough method, the leader really softened his heart.

Cheng Yueshu sighed, looking melancholy.

"Little Lian, you don't understand, I can't let him die."

The maid really didn't understand, and she really had nothing to say, she could only watch helplessly as Shao Zhuolin, who woke up, was better at taking the stage and singing than the actor.

With tears streaming down his face, he expressed his remorse, and even took out a dagger to show his ambition with death.

Xiao Lian felt that even if this person died, he would just dirty the house, but who knows that the leader actually showed a forgiving appearance, gently exposed the previous matter, and no longer pursued Shao Zhuolin's betrayal.

Xiao Lian was full of unwillingness and wished to secretly assassinate Shao Zhuolin, but unfortunately the leader refused and beat her up.

After that, Shao Zhuolin became the legitimate third young master of the Blood Demon Sect.

Obviously he was the one who served the cup of wine to the leader, but compared to the young master who was sent to work as a hard worker, and the second young master who was thrown to the foot of the mountain by the leader to atone for his sins, he was actually the only one who was forgiven.

Still can continue to domineering.

I don't know how many people secretly felt angry, but this time they didn't dare to go against others and go to trouble Shao Zhuolin again, instead they wanted to support him well.

The villain got his wish, and Shao Zhuolin quickly became insolent.

After hearing that the maid next to Cheng Yueshu spoke ill of him behind his back, Shao Zhuolin put medicine in the other's meal, he didn't dare to go too far, but he was very vicious.

This medicine can make people feel extremely itchy all over the body. When it is the most itchy, they can't wait to scratch the rotten flesh and scratch every inch of the body with a knife to stop the itching.

Shao Zhuolin laughed out loud when he saw the maid who was so uncomfortable that she wished she could hit her head against a tree.

That night, just as Shao Zhuolin went to bed, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"who is it?"

He got up suddenly, and the cold wind kept blowing in through the open door, which made him shiver severely.

Cheng Yueshu appeared at the door, holding a long black whip covered with barbs in his hand,

"Ah, aunt."

Shao Zhuolin swallowed, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Cheng Yueshu looked at him coldly, and approached him step by step.

"It is said that the son is not the father's fault, but your father died early, so it stands to reason that I should preside over the overall situation."

All the tragedies of the banquet that day came to Shao Zhuolin's mind, trembling like chaff.

Yi Guludan rolled off the bed, trembling and begging for mercy.

"Aniang, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, and I dare not do it again."

Cheng Yueshu sighed: "You, you are really not a good boy,"

Before he finished speaking, the long whip in Cheng Yueshu's hand was like a poisonous snake baring its fangs, and it ruthlessly whipped towards Shao Zhuolin.

(End of this chapter)