It has returned to the time when it was a broken pot, just like the days of the temple. Knowing that one will die, there is nothing to fear. Luojia, who is he? What is so great about him?
"Be content? Why should I be content? It's just a matter of death. In fact, I should have been burned to death by you in the temple. Now I'm just hanging on for a year or two... I've been played by you enough, and I will die.
What else do I have to fear?"
"Shut up……"
"Why do you tell me to shut up? You have enjoyed the sacrifice of your Northern God, and now you want to return this sacrifice to him?..."
There was a "pop" sound, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.
"You're just a scoundrel who has subjugated the country. I only promoted you and made you rich and powerful. How dare you be so ungrateful? I see that you have long forgotten who you are. You think it's great to have been pregnant? In this palace, there is no one who is pregnant for me.
There are thousands of women..."
Anger, humiliation, pain... everything came to my heart. I will never be anything more than a subjugated bastard!
She covered the corner of her mouth, stretched out her hand to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and her voice became louder: "Luojia, you don't have to be too proud. What about me, a bastard who has subjugated the country? Since you secretly sacrificed to your great god, you will be punished.
Curse; since this child will die, your other children will not be able to feed you... The great god curses you every day, and no concubine will be able to conceive for you anymore... This is your retribution..."
His eyes almost bulged out: "Fang Fei..."
"Do you think I care so much about that dead child? It was your seed, and it was an evil seed. It is no better than me. It would be best if it died. I have long wished that it died..."
He looked at her angry face in disbelief, and suddenly thought of her carrying boiling water to water the flowers, and pricking spikes in the chest of the great god - if you can't get it, destroy it! Completely destroy it!
A panic surged in his heart. He shook his head intuitively and desperately, but he couldn't get rid of the child's face - a small face that had begun to turn purple, and a body that was gradually becoming cold and stiff...