Marrying on your behalf: the abandoned concubine of the cold-faced prince

Chapter 161

Furong on the altar was pierced through Furong's shoulder blades by two sharp iron hooks. The blood stained the snow-white long skirt, and the red gradually turned pink like wintersweet.

The sinful cross hangs the dying Furong on the high altar. Furong is like a lifeless doll swaying in the cold winter wind. The red embroidered shoes under her feet are extremely strange in the gray and white world.

A gust of cold wind blows back Furong's short black hair into strands. Her pale face, closed eyes, and the dried blood at the corner of her mouth can tell people how much she has been treated these days. Cruel abuse, but nothing is lacking in this deep palace, what is lacking is sympathy.

Mo Li looked at the altar with a sneer, there are no monsters in this world, even ferocious monsters are not as fierce as people's hearts, Mo Li slowly raised his head, his black eyes constricted instantly, and the blood in his heart stopped flowing for a moment.

"Mother." Mo Li hissed, but even the miserable crying couldn't wake up Fu Rong, who was already unconscious.

Mo Li struggled to climb towards the altar, all thoughts in her heart were lost, why should her dearest and loved ones suffer such inhuman cruelty, why should her life be so miserable, Mo Li kept crying, thinking Use your own strength to wake up the mother who has been wandering in the gate of hell.

Mo Li managed to climb to the top of the altar and looked at Fu Rong, who was already icy all over. Mo Li stood on tiptoe and hugged Fu Rong's icy body: "Mother, why did you come here, mother, wake up, mother."

Mo Li hugged Fu Rong and shouted loudly: "You bastards, let go of my mother, my mother is not a vixen, you devils, you are fairies, mother, wake up."

The cold iron hook was caught in Fu Rong's collarbone, and Mo Li touched Fu Rong's cheek and said, "Mother, can you bear with it, I'll take this hook out, and we can leave here, okay?"

Mo Li pulled out the iron hook with all his strength, but the iron hook seemed to grow inside Fu Rong's body. Mo Li shouted with all his strength: "Ah." The iron hook slowly left Fu Rong's body, blood Like a gushing spring, splashing out from Furong's body.

"Ah." Because of the pain, Furong left slowly in the gate of hell and returned to this world. Mo Li hugged the skinny Furong and put her on the altar. Furong slowly opened her eyes, her black crystal eyes were dazed and fearful. , where is here?
Mo Li's hands were stained with mother's blood, and Mo Li gently stroked Fu Rong's cheek: "Mother, can you wake up? I'm Mo Li, can you wake up? Why did they hang you in the here."

It was a very familiar voice, a voice that I missed so much. Fu Rong had been looking forward to the voice for a long time. Fu Rong asked gently and cautiously, for fear that she was dreaming: "Mo Li, is that you? My daughter."

Mo Li hugged Fu Rong: "Mother, it's me, why are you here, mother, why do they treat you like this, can we leave here now?"

The dream had already been shattered, and extreme fear appeared in Fu Rong's eyes. With the strength in her body, Fu Rong sat up with all her strength and said in horror, "Mo Li, why are you here? Quick, get out of here."

"Bold, where did the bastards dare to hide monsters in the palace?" The two eunuchs under the altar scolded Mo Li in a cold voice.

(End of this chapter)