first concubine

Chapter 3 Defeated. 3
It turned out that this is extremely painful in the world.

The noble and ruthless emperor turned around slowly, the obsidian was hanging down from the hairline, gently swaying on the side of his pale face.

The gemstone is bright, with faint bloodshot inside.

This man, while talking and laughing, took the heads of thousands of people without frowning.

Inside this obsidian is the blood of her closest relatives.

She hates, she hates so much.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, and the fingers with long sleeves and sharp knuckles pinched her sharp jaw tightly, and cruel and vicious words jumped out of his cold lips word by word.

"What if I make you even a ghost?"

After finishing speaking, he gently closed his eyes, and there was a sinister sternness lingering around the corners of his eyes. He deliberately lowered his voice, and said, "Eleven, listen, what is this sound?"

At this moment, a loud cry of a child came from the other side of the palace wall.

Zhao Zishi's face was full of joy, his cloudy eyes were foggy, and he murmured: "My child...my child."

Before she could say anything, the child's cries gradually became hoarse, and then there was a loud muffled sound, as if something had hit the ground forcefully.

The crying stopped abruptly.

"What did you do to him?" Zhao Zishi looked at Zhan Yu in a daze, his body trembling.

Zhan Yu smiled darkly: "I will send someone to go on the road with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a white swaddle was thrown in from the other side of the palace wall. Inside the swaddle was a small person wrapped.

Half of his body was exposed.

The bloody body and swaddling clothes were also stained red with blood.

"Do not--"

Her voice was hoarse, bearing the incomparable pain, she screamed: "Zhan Yu...you are crazy...he is also your flesh and blood."

Zhao Zishi struggled like crazy, completely ignoring the two sharp swords nailed to her body, tearing her body like a madman, screaming like a trapped animal.

Lively, he pulled his arms out of the hilts of the two swords.

Her two arms were so torn, her body was like a piece of rag, she couldn't stand upright, she fell to the ground, but she still crawled towards the child.

A carved dragon boot appeared in front of her, lifted it up, and stepped heavily on her arm.

The bone-piercing pain made her take a deep breath, but she refused to scream anymore. She raised her head and looked at Zhan Yu with resentment, her hatred went deep into her bones.

Being looked at by her like this, his face remained calm.

He knelt down in front of her, stretched out his fingers and stroked her bloody face, the blue wrench on his thumb hurt her eyes.

It was what she had given him.

What is promised is a token of love.

I still remember the promise he made to her when she snuggled into his arms and put on the finger ring for him. He said: "I would rather lose the world than you. If I lose you, I hope Suffering the death penalty."

She was sweet in her heart, but she stretched out her fingers to cover his lips.

Don't let him curse himself like that.

Now, he took it off slowly, placed it in front of her, stood up, looked down at her, his face was covered with a layer of ice.

The words are like a knife: "Eleventh, I want you to be cast aside by the people of the world when you live, and to die so that you can't enter the soil, and you will be crushed and ashes."

After all, she couldn't crawl to her baby.

Because the sword in Baiyuan's hand was already stretched towards her chest, she opened her eyes and saw that a piece of her chest was missing, and the red, still beating heart fell to Zhan Yu's feet.

The last thing that caught my ear was Zhan Yurui's ruthless and arbitrary words: "Throw her into Fuling Mountain."

(End of this chapter)