My Empress is My Bad Girl

Artest wiped away his tears, took off his coat, and wrapped up the baby boy.

After walking a few steps, I met Shang Huitong, the host of Fahua Temple.

When Huitong saw him appear with a sullen expression on his face, he couldn't help taking a step back, saying, "It turns out to be Young Master Wei."

Artest stopped, looked at him for a moment, and said coldly: "Who I am, I turned out to be the master of presiding. Today my whole family suffered this catastrophe, thanks to the "help" of the master."

Huitong hurriedly said: "Little son, nothing like this..."

"You stinky bald donkey full of benevolence, righteousness and morality. My father regarded you as a close friend, but you betrayed him!" Thinking of the tragic death of his father and second sister, Artai's eyes were bloodshot, and he grabbed Huitong's neck. Finger hard.

Huitong struggled with horror: "Little son, what are you doing... Your family's affairs have nothing to do with poverty and hatred!"

"You don't need to quibble, I will kill you."

"Break the door in a quiet place, you are not afraid of this killing trip..."

"You **** monk, go back and look at the corpse and blood in the room!" Artest pinched his neck, aimed at the wall, and slammed into it.

Huitong screamed, his eyes turned black, wow vomiting, almost instantly, incontinence.

"No, don't kill me..."

Huitong softened his bones and knelt on the ground, his fat face was full of wrinkles and tears, "Please, forgive me... betray your family, it is not my intention, I am also being persecuted by the Nanping County Prince... if not In this way, the king of Nanping County will slaughter more than a hundred people in my Fahua Temple..."

Artai grinned, showing sharp teeth: "Do you think that Wei Jintai can't kill your No. 100 Fahua Temple?"

Huitong's heart felt cold.

"You go to Abi Hell and wait for your disciples and grandchildren! I will send them to see you soon!"

Artai's five fingers pressed hard and clicked.

She squeezed Hui Tong's neck off.

Seeing Hui Tong like a puddle of mud, Artest released his hand and turned around.

When several young monks saw this scene, they screamed and ran away.

Artest held the baby boy in his left arm, drew his sword with his right hand, and rushed towards them——

When the twenty-ninth person was killed, the baby boy in his arms let out a miserable and weak cry.

Artest, who was covered in blood, was awakened, looked at the corpses all over the floor, and shook his hands.

The sword fell to the ground.

He held the baby boy and ran away on horseback.

When he found a medical clinic, he put all the money and valuables on his body in front of the doctor, and said in a dumb voice, "Cure this child and take care of it."

The doctor saw that he was covered in blood, and said tremblingly: "You, do you want to heal..."

Artest ignored him, looked down at the baby boy in the swaddle, stuffed him into the doctor's arms, and then turned and strode away.

"The son!" the doctor yelled while holding the baby in his arms.

Artest mounted his horse, turned his head, and said blankly, "Heyman, I heard that you and your wife have been married for many years and have nothing to do. This child is given to you!"

"Huh?" The doctor was stunned.

"Thank you!" Artest finished with his feet pinched the horse's belly, and the horse left.

Although in the chaos and sorrow, Artest still considered the future for the baby boy.

For the rebellion of the Nanping County Prince's House, the Wei family was bound to be implicated. Even if the imperial court opened up, he just killed so many people, he would definitely not end well.

He couldn't take care of this just-born child. Wei Heng and Wu Liuer were dead. What happened to his sister Hongluan is still unclear.