If you let her jump into the abyss with your unborn child, you will be punished!
Old lady, I will watch the day you are struck by lightning!" After Piaozhu finished speaking, her eyes were already red, and her tears kept falling!
Yun Tianya on the other side also had red eyes and gently comforted his wife!
Yun Xiaoxiao, Yun Feng and Ye Ying on the side had dull faces when they heard Piaozhu's words!
Even though Piaozhu pointed at her nose and scolded her, she didn't react at all!
And Ouyang Yi even took several steps back before standing firm!
"Pfft..." Another mouthful of blood was spurted out!
"How could this happen... How could this happen... No... No... No... It won't happen... No... It will happen!" Ouyang Yi shook his head desperately!
Refuse to accept all of this...
Fake, everything is fake, she must be lying to herself, it must be...
A head of silver hair is flying! A look of sadness appears on his face!
He won’t believe a word of it! He doesn’t believe it…
Now he finally knew why Lianxia was caught by the scarred man so easily.
Why do I always feel tired and want to sleep? I feel lazy all day long!
Why did she fall down when she could have saved herself?
Why do I always see her stroking her belly with a smile on her face!
But, what can we do now that we know it? It’s too late!
She is gone! He handed her over to his enemies, he completely lost her!
Ouyang Yi completely fainted!
Ye Ying had already walked up to Ouyang Yi when he was vomiting blood, and now Ouyang Yi fell down and was caught by Ye Ying!
When Piaozhu and his wife looked at Ouyang Yi like this, they didn't say anything!
At this moment, they believed that the death of that stupid apprentice was the best torture for him!!
This blow may make him have no peace in his life!!
"Alas...old man, we were really wrong this time...enemies really don't get together! A bad fate...a bad fate..." After saying that, the couple drifted away!
Someone outside the window recited a poem! The voice floated:
Jinse has fifty strings for no reason,
One string and one column miss the Chinese years.
Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies,
Hope the Emperor's spring heart is entrusted with the cuckoo.