In the dungeon, An Zhisu woke up from a coma, feeling a tearing pain in her chest. She tried to push herself up to sit up, but was unable. Maybe it had been too long since she had been injured, so she laughed at herself.
The arm was still hurting, but it had been bandaged. An Zhisu stroked the moon-white cloth wrapped around the arm. It must not have been Luo Xiao. His pervert only knew how to hurt people, so how could he care about the wound on her arm?
I wish she would shed the last drop of blood on her body and die slowly and painfully! I'm afraid he is the only one who can enter this dungeon. An Zhisu smiled bitterly. If she didn't save He Feifei, maybe there would be no need for her to seek revenge from He Feifei now.
He Feifei was already worse than dead, but at that moment she suddenly wanted to protect Luo Xiao's child. She was so stupid. For an unfeeling person, maybe because she was also a mother, she would always love her child very much.
No matter whose child they are, they are all innocent and should not become victims of these people, An Zhisu comforted himself.
She licked her dry lips, which were cracked and painful, and a fishy-sweet taste hit her taste buds. She wanted to drink water, but when she looked around, there was only darkness.
Swallowing a mouthful of saliva did not relieve the dryness of her throat. An Zhisu lay down weakly and curled up. She was a little cold. She didn't want to call the guards, and she didn't want Luo Xiao to think she was showing weakness. Then, she should conserve her strength to resist.
In the next wave of torture, if Luo Xiao doesn't want her to die, he will have people bring water and food. She will eat in order to survive, but she will not beg him in order to survive. She knows that as long as He Feifei is here, she will
It is impossible to avoid torture. If she escapes alive, she will no longer be merciful. She will ask He Feifei to recover all her debts bit by bit. He Feifei has never been merciful to her children, so why should she be merciful?
, had Luo Xiao not asked her to beg him to take away the child, I don’t know how cruel He Feifei would have been when he tormented her.
Luo Xiao, An Zhisu sometimes felt that she should hate him, but she saw Chengyao in him bit by bit, Chengyao's sinister attitude, Chengyao's ruthlessness and decisiveness, but she wanted Chengyao
He should be a person who can give her warmth, so in this life, has Chengyao become Luo Yao? However, it has been a long time since Luo Yao replied to her letters. Does he still care about the child? Like herself
I mind the same! Is Luo Yao really Chengyao? For the first time, An Zhisu had doubts in his heart.
In the study, Yu Chiyue had a sinister expression on his face. He punched Luo Xiao's desk in his office. There were cracks on the desk and documents were scattered on the floor. Luo Xiao raised his head and looked at him, his face full of anger and his brows furrowed.
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"Luo Xiao, you actually hit her so hard!" Yu Chiyue almost roared.
Luo Xiao straightened his purple robe and approached Yuchi Yue with stern eyes: "Do you know she almost killed my child? She killed Xu Manmiao and the unformed fetus in Xu Manmiao's belly!"
"She killed your child? Why did she kill your child? Didn't Xu Manmiao tell the world that she was insane? You used those flowers to make medicine for her every day, and you made her drink the medicine and become a real madman.
, even if she had your child, it was you who killed your child! Even if she didn't die, can you guarantee that she could have your child normally? Can you guarantee that the child raised by your anthers will be a
Normal child? You pervert! You hurt Susu's heart, do you need to stab her again?"
Luo Xiao was shocked: "She is injured?"
"Are you shocked that she was injured? Her internal injuries were almost killing her. If I hadn't come to you and saw the guards dragging her half-dead to the dungeon, if I hadn't used my true energy to protect her heart, she would have died.
He's dead now!" Yuchi Yue was furious, clenching her fists tightly and her fingers turning white.
"I'm talking about trauma!" Luo Xiao roared, how could she be injured? He clearly just waved his palm, and the place where she landed was flat and there was no sharp thing. Could it be that He Feifei was hiding something from him? If An Zhisu
He just instigated the fight between He Feifei and Xu Manmiao, why did she get hurt? There was an obvious missing piece on the hem of Yuchi Yueyue's white gown that stung his eyes.
"I've bandaged her, Luo Xiao, I hope you don't hurt her again!" Yu Chiyue's tone was slightly calmer, "I don't want her to be hurt again."
"Yu Chiyue, please remember, she is still my princess now, she is just a spy sent by the Queen Mother, just a chess piece!" Luo Xiao said in a gloomy tone, "I don't want you to miss important things for the sake of your children's affair!"
"An emotionless person like you won't understand at all! Don't worry, I can still distinguish the priorities of things. You don't need to lecture me, but I will never let the woman I love get hurt!"
Yuchi Yue slammed the door and left. He wanted to go to the dungeon to see if An Zhisu was awake. With Luo Xiao's character, he would not send anyone to treat her. At most, he would just let her no longer suffer and fend for herself.
Luo Xiao waved his hand and broke the severely damaged desk. For a person like him who has no emotions, can he still have emotions? His emotions were killed many years ago. He wants to live without any emotion.
In this world, he wanted to avenge everything he had lost! Yuchi Yue was his friend and confidant. The brother who had not blushed for so many years actually got angry with him more than once for a woman. But why was An Zhisu hurt? He
Knowing that she would not tell him, she was just as stubborn as he had been. She would rather lick her wounds alone than beg for sympathy from others. Luo Xiao slapped his hand on the broken desk again. He always took it unconsciously.
Comparing An Zhisu with his former self made him unconsciously upset.
In the dungeon, Yu Chiyue looked at An Zhisu with a distressed expression. He brought her water and food, but she seemed to be struggling to even drink water. He asked the cell leader to open the door of the cell, went in to help An Zhisu up, and then left
Holding her in his arms, he held up the water with his right hand and put it to her lips.
An Zhisu moved his lips, wanting to say something, but finally chose silence. He drank a few sips of water slowly, and the cold water slid down his throat. An Zhisu took a breath, slowly raised his head, and faced
Yuchi Yue smiled with difficulty.
Yuchiyue caressed her face lovingly, wiped away the remaining water stains on the corners of her mouth, and asked softly: "Susu, do you feel better?"
"Yeah." An Zhisu struggled to say a word, and his chest hurt.
"I also brought you some food, how about I feed you?"
"good……"
Yuchi Yue let An Zhisu lean on his arms, picked up a bowl of porridge and placed it on the ground. He cooled it little by little with a spoon and fed it into An Zhisu's mouth. An Zhisu swallowed a mouthful of porridge, which made his heart ache.
It's a pain.
At the end of the dungeon, Luo Xiao sat in a wheelchair and watched this scene indifferently, but his heart felt inexplicably sour. On An Zhisu's lavender gauze, there was a circle of moon-white cloth, with traces of blood oozing from it.
He looked at his purple robe, but remained silent after all, pushed the wheelchair and walked out of the dungeon.