Chu Qianli muttered: "Do you don't like it? If you don't like it, then I..."
"I like it, I like it!"
Feng Yexuan hugged her in his arms, and his whole body was so excited that he was tense!
"I like it! Li'er, Li'er, I'm sorry, yes... thank you, thank you! Thank you Li'er!"
Her name is Huarong Niang!
She called her mother!
That means that she is willing to accept Huarong.
Feng Yexuan originally thought that he would never be able to let the two of them settle their past grudges and turn swords into jade.
But he never expected that his Li'er and his woman could be so tolerant!
Chu Qianli was hugged by him, but his mood was indescribable.
If Huarong hadn't died, she might not have been able to call out this "mother".
When a person dies and the lamp goes out, why bother with a dead person?
It's all over, right?
"Now, can you lie down and let me remove the Gu for you? If you don't remove the Gu, you will not be able to escape when they bring Feng Ling."
Feng Yexuan didn't say anything this time and lay down obediently.
He discovered that he had such a dark side.
Bloodstains all over the ground.
Although he said he was not sad, she knew that his heart was still aching.
Chu Qianli put his index finger on his lips and signaled him not to move.
But her face seemed to be very peaceful.
The insect was cut off in the waist and rolled to the ground beside it.
Not long after, the insect finally broke through the flesh and came out!
Even a heart is numb.
He stood up, and a cold light floated in his eyes.
Chu Qianli didn't say anything.
Feng Yexuan's eyes darkened.
Chu Qianli felt distressed when he looked at it, but at this time, it was extremely urgent. Even if he felt distressed, he had no time to take care of it.
But, anger grew stronger and stronger in the chest.
To relieve the Gu, according to the method Huarong told her, the blood of the two people was mixed together, ten drops.
...
Huarong is dead.
That was the Gu that his mother and others put on him, and the purpose was to control him.
Something rolls in the flesh.
Feng Yexuan stood beside the bed, looking at his own mother's body with a expressionless face.
He even forgot to be sad.
"I'm not sad." Feng Yexuan's voice was very light and shallow. If he didn't listen carefully, it would be difficult to hear clearly.
In fact, it is impossible for me to feel wronged, but now that things have come to this point, grievances are of no use.
When Feng Yexuan sat up, he happened to see the insects shrinking into a ball and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But he never snorted.
The wind is a little strong tonight, blowing on people, cooling the heart.
I didn't know if it was sad or suddenly I breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Huarong gave him the feeling that his revenge was greater than that of family affection.
Soon, there was movement at the acupuncture points on Feng Yexuan's heart's door.
Every time he moved, the wounds on his shoulder blades were so painful. In fact, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Chu Qianli raised his sword and fell silently, and then slashed.
"Ye Xuan..."
"Ye Xuan, I'll take you to see your mother first."
Sometimes he was afraid that he would doubt whether his mother had a little sincere love for him.
"Before she dies, I will tell you a few words."
Feng Yexuan still didn't move when he heard this, his eyes fell on Huarong's corpse, and there was no expression on his face.
Chu Qianli whispered: "She said, she has let go of her obsession. If you have no intention of the throne, then... live the life you want to live."