He thought day and night, hoping that the Tata Holy Ancestor's immortal spirit would be sent back to his sister. Now the Holy Ancestor has really appeared, but why should he be in such an identity?
"Haha, sister! Why? Why?" Anyang Hou was obviously out of control, staring at Wang in pain.
Wang was startled, staggered, tripped by the torture instrument on the ground, and fell out of control to the left.
"Be careful!" Anyang Hou exclaimed, but could only watch Wang's entire abdomen, knocking heavily on the detained stent. Blood instantly oozed out of Wang's lower body, dyeing Wang red.
The light blue skirt hem.
The Hou of Anyang was shocked and said anxiously: "How are you doing? Tell me, how are you doing."
Wang, twisted his face in pain, turned his head, but with a gratified smile on his lips: "After all, you still recognize me as my sister, you still care about me, don't worry, I won't let myself have anything to do
,I...huh,huh,huh..." She exhaled hard, so painful that it was difficult to even ventilate. "I will save you, Qi'er, sister, sister will save you,huh..."
The Anyang Hou was crazy and burst into tears: "Where are you here, come, come quickly!"
The old man waiting at the door heard the shouts of Anyang Hou and ignored it. He was the life of this Hou Wang family, not the death row prisoner Anyang Hou.
Seeing that no one came in, Anyang Hou started to separate the needle and the iron chains were pierced. All the wounds on his body collapsed, and blood flowed down his trouser legs, gathered into a stream with Wang's blood and merged together.
, Blood is thicker than water. At this moment, Anyang Hou regretted it so much that he wanted to kill himself. How could he yell at her and how could he scare her?
He has heard of how she lived in the past few years. She was as humble as earth and lived in the Yan Mansion where the servants lived. She was a woman, a weaker woman, and she had no choice but to rely on her.
How could he hate her? He hated her for marrying an enemy, and she had no choice but to live.
"Sister... Is someone here? Something happened to the third lady, Is someone here?"
He shouted.
The prison head paused when he heard this, and then pushed open the prison door vigorously and ran in with great strides.
After seeing Wang lying on the ground and losing his anger, he looked frightened and his face turned out to be blamed. He naturally could not escape the blame for what Wang had happened to him.
Everyone knows that the child in Wang's womb is Prime Minister Yan's old son and is very precious.
What should I do if I do this?
"Imperial Doctor, go quickly, invite the Imperial Doctor, invite the Imperial Doctor!"
"Hurry it out quickly, Mrs. Third, wake up, Mrs. Third, this is so bloody, princess, princess, something happened."
"It's so bloody, what should I do? Prime Minister Yan's old son is dead, I'm going to die."
...
Panic, panic, extreme panic, and inside and outside the prison, panic.
Seeing Wang's body being carefully lifted out, Anyang Hou couldn't help but tremble slightly. In front of death, he never frowned, blinked his eyes, but now...
"Tata Saint Ancestor blesses his sister, Tata Saint Ancestor blesses his sister, Tata Saint Ancestor blesses his sister, Tata Saint Ancestor has his sister..."
All he left was he, trembling voice, and kept praying to God.