There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 391 The Tragedy of Tragedy and Soul Transformation (4)
Yang Churuo looked up, as if wanting to see if Feng Ling was joking, but the look in his eyes was inexplicable, and she couldn't tell at all.

But his second condition is very tempting, at least for her, very tempting.

Although it hurts to be bitten by ten thousand snakes, it is better to live than to die, at least there is hope in life.

Yang Churuo chose the second option without hesitation.Although she was afraid of snakes from the bottom of her soul, her whole body shivered violently, and the pain from being bitten by snakes in the past seemed to still hurt, but she closed her eye feathers fluttering like butterflies, held back all the fear, gritted her teeth, and jumped Jump off the snakes.

hiss...

Ah Ruo could hardly bear to watch it.

Feng Ling didn't expect that she was so afraid of snakes that she would be able to jump down without hesitation, grabbed her clothes with her big hands, and fell onto the big bed in the bedroom, covering her body, and said angrily, "You You can beat your own child with a wooden stick so hard, and you can also jump down the snake den without thinking about your own safety. Why are you so hesitant in doing things, looking forward and backward, and being soft-hearted? Have you forgotten how your parents died? Have you forgotten How did your brother and sister die? Have you forgotten how your poor child died? Have you forgotten how Xuanyuan Jinze treated you? Do you need me to remind you again. "

Feng Ling held her thin and slender hand, opened the mechanism on the bed, the six-foot-wide bed collapsed, and immediately there were four round holes.

Yang Churuo turned pale with fright and struggled violently. This scene was so similar to before, she knew exactly what Feng Ling wanted to do next.

Sure enough, he put her struggling hand into the round hole, and with a click, the round hole locked her slender hand.

The round hole seemed to be tailor-made for her, and she couldn't struggle to open it at all. Yang Churuo panicked and choked up and shouted, "Let me go, let me go...don't do this, please."

"Crack..." The other hand was also fixed, and Feng Ling Wuliang's pleadings locked her legs together. In the blink of an eye, Yang Churuo was locked on the six-foot-wide bed in a large font, unable to move. The clothes torn by Feng Ling revealed layers of coldness. At this time, she was showing in front of Feng Ling in an extremely humiliating posture.

There were tears in Yang Churuo's eyes, she didn't know whether it was cold or fear, her whole body was like sifting chaff, she hardly dared to imagine what Fengling wanted to do next.

If he really wanted to do something to her, she would be powerless to stop him, why...why did he do this to her, why did he arouse all the fear in her heart?Why remind her of those unbearable scenes...

How could he be so cruel...how could...

What Yang Churuo didn't expect was that Feng Ling was far more cruel than she imagined, because at this time she saw a scene that made her tear up, another stone door rumbled open, and a three-year-old who looked exactly like Chang'er The four-year-old boy shuttled among a group of ferocious beasts, crying heartbroken, slipped and fell several times and got up again, dodging one tall and mighty beast after another in horror, crying tremblingly in his mouth Mother.

Yang Churuo's eyes widened suddenly, and the scene of her son being imprisoned in the Colosseum and biting off his arm was mirrored, as if what happened a year ago was happening again in front of her.

Yang Churuo stared at Fengling suddenly, struggled violently, looked at the crushing scene with distress, and shouted loudly, "You devil, you devil, you let him go, this matter has nothing to do with him , he is just a child, you let him go."

"Mother... woo... help, help... ah..." The boy's arm was bitten off, and blood flowed profusely. Yang Churuo almost collapsed. Even though he knew he couldn't break free, he refused to give up. , Struggling to the point that wounds were all over his hands and feet, and blood dripped out.

(End of this chapter)