first evil king

Chapter 195 Hate (1)
Before Mo Lingxi finished speaking, Jun Xie, who believed that nothing could dig her out of her mother's warm embrace, suddenly raised her head, and interrupted Mo Lingxi with surprise on her face: "There are really living bones, condensed bones The magical effect of gathering souls?"

"Uh... um." Mo Lingxi was stunned for a moment, then nodded mechanically, but she couldn't help but feel a little puzzled in her heart. With the day and night together during this period of time, should her daughter care about the 'blazing jade'? The identity represented and its utility to increase power?Why did I notice that this is not a very important effect this time.

"Haha, it seems that the venue for this evaluation meeting is really suitable, thank you, mother." Jun Xie's face was full of smiles that couldn't be melted, and he said, "Come on!" Mo Lingxi was completely cold. A kiss fell on Wen Wen's face.

Now Mo Lingxi was even more confused, subconsciously touching her wet cheeks, before her head could react, a gust of wind blew up in front of her eyes, and the next second her arms were empty, and the things in her hands disappeared without a trace. There was a lingering sound: "Mother, if those people come again, help me bear it..."

What the hell happened to this kid?What could make Zilai, who was so calm and maddening, become so anxious?Mo Lingxi looked at the closed door suspiciously.

At the same time, a storm was going on in Huajuli in the inner courtyard, and all the servants fled far away, fearing that if they were too late, they would die without a place to bury them, so that the surrounding courtyards were also empty.

"Ah, Nangong Junxie, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to tear you into pieces..." Lying on the bed, Nangong Junhua, who was in a state of distress, yelled loudly, wanting to get up desperately while roaring. , with an extremely crazy look.

"Hua'er, Hua'er, don't get excited, don't get excited, you still have injuries..." Sitting on the edge of the bed, Wang Zhifang held Aiko's shoulders tightly to keep him from moving. He became thinner and aged a lot over time, his red eyes were still stained with tears, but he couldn't hide the murderous intent in them.

She never thought that, as the hostess of Nangong Villa, she was not qualified to participate in the so-called evaluation meeting of the Nangong family, let alone that Nangong Junxie, that trash who could fall down when the wind blows, would come out of it without a sound. A good-for-nothing who was cast aside by everyone became a peerless genius praised by everyone, and her beloved son, who confidently threatened in front of her to win No. After being beaten into such a state by her, even the sea of ​​​​qi was shattered, and he became a useless person from then on, but the 'murderer' gained both fame and fortune.

Suddenly pointing with two fingers, the yelling Nangong Junhua instantly calmed down, but his widened eyes became more ferocious, his chest heaved and fluctuated, and the internal injuries aggravated by this agitated movement, the corners of his mouth Blood dripped down the chest along the jaw.

Seeing Aizi like this, Wang Zhifang's heart hurt even more, she suppressed the tears from falling, turned her head, looked angrily at her husband whom she regarded as heaven, and yelled, "Nangong Zhiluo, are you still a man?" ,ah?"

"Presumptuous." 'Crack', Nangong Zhiluo yelled angrily, and slapped Wang Zhimang's face heavily, knocking her off the bed to the ground. His authority cannot be challenged, even by his closest wife .

"Haha..." Covering her red and swollen cheeks, Wang Zhifang was stunned for a moment, and then laughed like crazy: "Nangong Zhiluo, that's all you have. My elder brother and nephew were killed, and the whole house was destroyed. How can you do that?" Why do you close the village like a tortoise on the grounds of the bullshit elder’s law, and then continue to be the owner of your number one villa in Yuncheng as if nothing happened afterwards? Hmph, isn’t your family very powerful? Look down on anyone in the world What? Why, a Jun Wuming who appeared out of nowhere scared you to death, and now..."

The expression on her face became more ferocious and resentful. Wang Zhifang covered her face and stood up resentfully, pointing at her crippled son, and yelling: "Now, your son has been beaten into a cripple by a piece of wood, and lying here is nothing but Half-Life, but what about you! You, a father, didn’t even snort, and let that bastard snatch everything that should be your son, and you can’t even protect your own wife and children, what kind of man are you?”

"You..." Nangong Zhiluo's resolute face was bluish and white, he raised his palm and wanted to slap it down, then stopped in mid-air, and put it down slumped, countless unknown cold lights flickered in his hazy eyes, In the end, it was as dark as the deep sea, and he stopped looking at his wife, suppressed the anger in his heart, sat on the edge of the bed as if nothing had happened, brushed away the messy hair on Nangong Junhua's face, and said in a hoarse and low voice: , don't worry, being a father won't make you a useless person for the rest of your life, don't think about anything now, just take care of your wounds."

When the sea of ​​qi is broken, he is a useless person, and he will only be a useless person for the rest of his life!Nangong Junhua was thinking desperately. He only took his father's words as comfort and didn't believe them at all. However, the awe he had felt since he was a child made him dare not be presumptuous. He could only stare at his pupils full of hatred and cry loudly: "Father! , son is not reconciled, if you don't kill Nangong Junxie, son is not reconciled!"

Nangong Junxie!

Nangong Zhiluo's pupils narrowed slightly, he patted his son's shoulder lightly, and whispered, "Soon, soon..."

soon?Wang Zhifang and Nangong Junhua listened to the words that Nangong Zhiluo didn't understand, and their expressions were unclear. So, just as Nangong Junhua was about to speak, there was a knock on the door.

"What's the matter?" Without getting up or turning around, Nangong Zhiluo's dignified voice came out the door clearly.

The people outside seemed to hesitate for a moment, and after a short pause, a clear voice sounded: "Father, it's Feng'er."

The expressions of the three people in the room were all different. Before Nangong Zhiluo said anything, Wang Zhifang walked quickly to the door and opened the door. Nangong Junfeng in a lavender dress was standing at the door hesitantly.

Nangong Junfeng was struggling with herself, when the door opened suddenly startled her, but when she looked up, she saw a mother with a fierce expression on the door, as if standing in front of her was not her daughter but her enemy , felt a pain in her heart, but there was nothing she could do about it. She mustered up her courage, and when her eyes moved to Wang Zhimang's face, she was startled by the bright red palm print and the blood at the corner of her mouth, and asked eagerly and anxiously: "Mother, your face?"

(End of this chapter)