Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 137 Wife?piece? 1
Taking advantage of value, these four words hurt Meng Baiyun's eardrums.

The torrent was raging in her heart, almost breaking her nerves.

She believes that her ability to bear is beyond ordinary people, but at this moment she is also vulnerable to a single blow.

In other words, from the moment Shen Qiluo appeared in the forest of assassination, her nerves had become fragile.

And Shen Qiluo's words of using value made her understand the meaning of her existence thoroughly.

She is a pawn, the royalist's pawn, Zhuyun's pawn.

She's a joke, a big joke.

It's just that there was still a little hope in my heart, and I asked tremblingly: "Everything today was designed by Zhu Yun, right?"

A straw can be the last ray of hope in the turbulence, or it can be the final blow that crushes the camel's back.

As proud as Meng Baiyun, he would be so embarrassed and flustered. Shen Qiluo felt an excitement of revenge, and this excitement even overwhelmed the excitement of directly killing Meng Baiyun.

After all, she would never spare Meng Baiyun's life. Before she died, how could she not appreciate her broken and desperate expression when she knew the truth.

She gave her the cruelest nod in the world.

Such complacency, such playfulness and sarcasm, but like a speeding car, brought Meng Baiyun into the hell of ten thousand zhang. It was so cold that every breath he took could freeze an inch of blood.

Her last hope, completely shattered, was indeed him, Zhu Yun.

"I love him, if you dare to hurt him, try." This is what she said to King Qin who loved her deeply.

"She is the best one in the world." This is what she said to Weng Junsheng who was determined to separate him and Zhu Yun.

"I love you, I'm waiting for you to take me away." This is what she said to Zhu Yun, affectionately.

Now, it sounds like irony.

But she didn't know that Shen Qiluo had already prepared a bigger irony.

She didn't show any kindness, and her smile was as sweet as a flower, but it was a flower quenched with poison. Every mouthful of saliva put Meng Baiyun into the freezing hell.

"Meng Baiyun, look at you now, tsk tsk, I really like this face, you are very angry, very painful, very unwilling, right? In fact, you don't have to, because as the daughter-in-law of the Long family, these are all you Should do."

What should the daughter-in-law of the Long family do?
Shen Qiluo giggled coquettishly, with a harmless and innocent face: "Oh, I forgot to keep it a secret, do you want to listen? If you want to listen, you will die."

Meng Baiyun knew that if she didn't listen, she would die.

How could Shen Qiluo let her go, personal anger, the overall situation, for any point, she will give her life here today.

Meng Baiyun looked at her coldly: "Say."

"But you don't want to live yourself, don't beg me with tears and snot later, it doesn't work, Meng Baiyun, are you curious why brother Zhuyun would approach a widow like you, who is as capable as he is and notorious?"

"Without further ado."

"Don't worry, I'm not thinking of you, let you die clearly."

Meng Baiyun couldn't see her eccentricity and affectation.

"Don't say pull down."

Shen Qiluo looked a bit annoyed, it was clearly her home game, Meng Baiyun should be like a dog wagging its tail, but she seemed to be the one being led by the nose.

She didn't have to say it, but she just wanted to see Meng Baiyun completely collapsed and hysterical.

She also wants to let Meng Baiyun know who is the real Mrs. Long and who is just a dove occupying the magpie's nest.

(End of this chapter)