"Yes, my real name is Linghuhua. I was the one who met him first, but she shamelessly took everything that belonged to me, just because she was Linghu's eldest daughter."
A cold and ferocious smile appeared on Linghuhua's lips, her eyes were sinister and cold, and those crazy eyes seemed to tear apart everything in front of her.
An Luoluo curled her lips and wanted to smile, but tears blurred her eyes, and the cold teardrops traced a sad arc. She really didn't understand, didn't understand why a person could be so crazy, so...
"Who else is behind you?" Taking a deep breath, An Luoluo forced himself to calm down and responded indifferently. He called the person in front of him, who was as beautiful as a classical lady, the one he had called and thought about for decades.
Mommy, whom I have loved for decades, is just a stranger.
"As expected of that bitch's daughter, her brain works very fast, and she actually knows that there is someone behind me." Linghuhua curled her lips and smiled sarcastically.
Situ Ran looked at An Luoluo, and the worried look on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a faint smile and heartache. He knew that this woman kept all the injuries deep in her heart, so her
There will be no visible color on the face.
The more this happens, the more distressing it becomes. Situ Ran holds An Luoluo's hand tightly. If it weren't for the wrong place he was in at the moment, he really wants to hold An Luoluo in his arms and let her have fun.
cry out.
"Where's my brother?" An Luoluo said, his voice calm and trembling.
However, such a riddle really makes people feel sad.
"Isn't that it?" Linghuhua smiled ferociously and raised his hand. The wall on the opposite side suddenly moved and was pulled to both sides, revealing the dark room inside. Jimo Xueling was nailed to the wall covered in blood.
On top, blood dripped drop by drop.
Jimo Xueling heard the sound and raised his head. When his eyes came into contact with An Luoluo's shocked eyes, he gritted his teeth slightly. The last thing he wanted was for her to see it, but...
"What on earth are you going to do? Linghuhua, no matter if you are our mother or not, we have called you mommy for so many years and we don't even know about the existence of our biological mother. This is not enough. We have to treat my brother like this. He
I regard you as my mother from the bottom of my heart!" An Luoluo trembled all over and roared heartbreakingly.
How can this be done? How can this be done?
Her brother was not dead, but still alive. Before she could get too excited, she watched her brother's hand tendons and hamstrings being severed. How should she face this? How should she face it?
Why was it not her who was hurt, why was it all her brother who had to deal with it, why?
"What to do? You've seen it, haven't you?" Linghuhua looked at An Luoluo's sad and painful expression and smiled happily, "Haha...I've raised him for twenty years, isn't it just for today?"
An Luoluo gasped for air, and following Linghuhua's words, he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
The bright red blood was sprinkled on the white marble floor, bit by bit, as bright as a red plum, with the coldness of winter, and the chill was overwhelming.
"I beg you, let my brother go. I can do anything you want." An Luoluo begged, kneeling on the ground. She didn't want any dignity, face, or pride. She only wanted her brother.
Nothing.
My hand tendons and hamstrings are broken. If I find Miao Yuyun, there may be hope. "Yes, my real name is Linghuhua. I was the one who met him first, but she shamelessly took everything that belonged to me. Just because of her
She is the daughter of Linghu's family."
A cold and ferocious smile appeared on Linghuhua's lips, her eyes were sinister and cold, and those crazy eyes seemed to tear apart everything in front of her.
An Luoluo curled her lips and wanted to smile, but tears blurred her eyes, and the cold teardrops traced a sad arc. She really didn't understand, didn't understand why a person could be so crazy, so...
"Who else is behind you?" Taking a deep breath, An Luoluo forced himself to calm down and responded indifferently. He called the person in front of him, who was as beautiful as a classical lady, the one he had called and thought about for decades.
Mommy, whom I have loved for decades, is just a stranger.
"As expected of that bitch's daughter, her brain works very fast, and she actually knows that there is someone behind me." Linghuhua curled her lips and smiled sarcastically.
Situ Ran looked at An Luoluo, and the worried look on his face gradually faded away, replaced by a faint smile and heartache. He knew that this woman kept all the injuries deep in her heart, so her
There will be no visible color on the face.
The more this happens, the more distressing it becomes. Situ Ran holds An Luoluo's hand tightly. If it weren't for the wrong place he was in at the moment, he really wants to hold An Luoluo in his arms and let her have fun.
cry out.
"Where's my brother?" An Luoluo said, his voice calm and trembling.
However, such a riddle really makes people feel sad.
"Isn't that it?" Linghuhua smiled ferociously and raised his hand. The wall on the opposite side suddenly moved and was pulled to both sides, revealing the dark room inside. Jimo Xueling was nailed to the wall covered in blood.
On top, blood dripped drop by drop.
Jimo Xueling heard the sound and raised his head. When his eyes came into contact with An Luoluo's shocked eyes, he gritted his teeth slightly. The last thing he wanted was for her to see it, but...
"What on earth are you going to do? Linghuhua, no matter if you are our mother or not, we have called you mommy for so many years and we don't even know about the existence of our biological mother. This is not enough. We have to treat my brother like this. He
I regard you as my mother from the bottom of my heart!" An Luoluo trembled all over and roared heartbreakingly.
How can this be done? How can this be done?
Her brother was not dead, but still alive. Before she could get too excited, she watched her brother's hand tendons and hamstrings being severed. How should she face this? How should she face it?
Why was it not her who was hurt, why was it all her brother who had to deal with it, why?
"What to do? You've seen it, haven't you?" Linghuhua looked at An Luoluo's sad and painful expression and smiled happily, "Haha...I've raised him for twenty years, isn't it just for today?"
An Luoluo gasped for air, and following Linghuhua's words, he vomited out a mouthful of blood.
The bright red blood was sprinkled on the white marble floor, bit by bit, as bright as a red plum, with the coldness of winter, and the chill was overwhelming.
"I beg you, let my brother go. I can do anything you want." An Luoluo begged, kneeling on the ground. She didn't want any dignity, face, or pride. She only wanted her brother.
Nothing.
My hand tendons and hamstrings are broken. If I find Miao Yuyun, I might be able to save him.
