Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

On that thousand-year-old tree, there were two bodies hanging, they were the uncle and aunt.

Yang Susu's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Only an unpleasant and hoarse voice was heard: "Hehehe, Yang Susu, you are here, you are finally here, I have been waiting for you for a long time, why are you so slow? You left the house before me."

Yang Susu looked up in the direction of the voice and saw a woman in black standing in front of the ruins, with a black veil on her head. The cold wind blew up the stench on her body, making it a little suffocating.

Wangyou hurriedly stepped forward and squatted in front of Yang Susu and asked anxiously: "Miss, are you injured?"

Yang Susu shook her head and whispered, "Nothing."

Wangyou helped Yang Susu stand up and brushed the snow off her black cloak: "Fortunately, this black cloak is big and thick enough. Miss has no internal force or martial arts, otherwise, if she fell like this, I don't know how badly she would be injured."

Yang Susu lowered her eyes and looked at the black cloak on her body.

Yes, thanks to him.

This black cloak belongs to Jun Yichen, it must not be damaged.

"Come, my dear sister, give me the antidote, otherwise, you will never see that slave girl's daughter again."

Yang Rongxin's sinister voice rang out: "Give me the antidote quickly."

Yang Susu's sinister eyes suddenly looked towards Yang Rongxin in front of the ruins. It was indeed her. It was indeed Yang Rongxin who was behind this. So Mo Shi was now in Yang Rongxin's hands?

Few people knew about Mo Shi's existence. My mother had already erased all evidence of Mo Shi's existence before she died. It was impossible for Yang Rongxin to find out by herself.

Someone must help her.

Yang Susu's eyes swept over the horse that had lost its four hooves and died. There was someone with great martial arts skills here. Was it Yang Rongxin's maid Su Ju? Or was it the person who helped her?

In just a moment, Yang Susu thought a lot in her mind, and then she said in a calm voice: "What do you mean by a lowly maid's daughter? I don't know what you are talking about. Besides, Yang Rongxin, why are you here?"

A trace of sneer appeared on her lips: "Now that you are standing here, people can smell the smell of rotting meat. How dare you wander around?"

Yang Rongxin sneered softly: "I am in this state because of you, Yang Susu, you are a smart person, so don't pretend to be stupid. If you don't hand over the antidote, I will make the daughter of that slave girl suffer a fate worse than death."

"so what!"

Yang Susu said sternly: "You also said that she is just the daughter of a slave. As a lady, it is a great gift from her to come here. Why should I give you the antidote because of her? You think too highly of her. You can kill her or chop her up as you please. I'm going back."

Yang Susu's heart was twisted, but she couldn't compromise, because once she handed over the antidote, not only would Mo Shi not be saved, but she and Wangyou would also be in deep trouble.

Yang Susu looked around and was sure that there must be some experts nearby.

Yang Rongxin's face, covered with pus and rotten flesh, suddenly became extremely ferocious under the black curtain: "Yang Susu, you are lying. In such a heavy snowstorm, you risked your life to come here, and you actually said that you can kill me or chop me up as I please?"

She raised her hand and patted it, and a person fell down from the thousand-year-old tree.

Her hands were tied and she was hanging from a tree. Her frail body swayed in the cold wind. Blood dripped down her body onto the snow, like blooming poppies, stinging Yang Susu's eyes.