Ghost King and Concubine

Chapter 167 The Death of the Saint [16]

The holy aunt looked at Duan Jiaai up and down with coquettish eyes, her smile could be called a seductive smile, and her scrutinizing eyes were full of malicious intentions, it was a pure woman's...man's eyes.

Aunt Sheng is interested in Mu Bai!
Feng Limo watched from the side, with a smile reflected in his heart.

The woman he fell in love with, even if it was a "fake man", was also a "real man" that made people fascinated.

Duan Jiaai didn't want to get entangled with it, today's account will be settled in the future, the most important thing right now is to take the saint away first, she took out the jade card of the national teacher, "You are wrong, the one who is interested is not me, but the national teacher." division."

The saint's face changed, she glared at the saint's corpse, and reluctantly agreed, but before leaving, she took a step forward, smiling all over her face.

"My lord, if you have free time, you might as well come to my Linghua Building, the flowers there are... very beautiful." In the end, she brushed Duan Jiaai's chest provocatively with her fingertips.

Feng Limo's big eyes widened, even if the other party was a woman, but he dared to touch such an ambiguous place that he had never touched before, which made him very upset!

He's going to abolish that hand!
Duan Jiaai looked at the maid who was still lying on the ground. She was the one who witnessed the saint endure all the sufferings and was also the one who accompanied the saint to the end.

"Let me ask you, how did she die?" She squatted down recklessly, holding the opponent's chin with one hand, so that those dazed cloudy eyes met her own cold gaze.

"Say."

The maid slowly shed a drop of blood and tears, her expression was torn apart, and her facial features were grimly pained. In addition, her face was terribly dirty, with dirty things stuck to it, making her look terribly horrific.

Hearing Jia Ai's question, she still didn't speak, but wrote an invisible "自" on the ground.

Jia Ai and Feng Limo understood that the saint committed suicide.

She can't survive?Duan Jiaai's heart suddenly felt a little sore, she got up and clenched her fists. The saintess has been through for so many years, why did she give up at this time?
At this time, from the perspective of her daughter, Duan Jiaai felt a little bit resentful towards the saint.

Duan Jiaai's previous life was not peaceful, and neither was her mother. Only the king of a country deep in the palace lived a happy life, but he didn't have the courage... The pair of mothers who were suffering... female life.

Sure enough, any parents who love their children are lying, people still have to rely on themselves...

Unexpectedly, there was more strength in his waist, and Duan Jiaai suddenly came to his senses, who else would dare to approach her like this except Feng Limo.

At this time, his eyes were serious, and his eyes were clear. From those glowing eyes, she could see her face clearly, a cynical face!
She was horrified, how could she... Could it be that she had accepted Duan Jiaai's "parents" from the bottom of her heart without knowing it?
"My prince doesn't allow you to drill your horns. If you insist on drilling, you can drill into my prince's arms. Without your mother, you still have this prince."

Domineering words, self-righteous lies, hearing it in my ears at this moment, but I feel a little unexpectedly warm.

She lowered her head and gave a shallow smile, then smiled relievedly, then raised her head, how could she be so sad just now, it was her handsome Duan Jiaai again.

With a push with both hands, he retreated from Fenglimo's domineering range.

Her protective cover was made by herself. After she casually asked the guard guarding the gate the name of the saint's personal servant, she took the saint and her maid back together.

Wen Qi, the maidservant's name.

(End of this chapter)