...Father... It turns out that even in your heart, I, Nangong Feihong, is just a valuable bargaining chip... But now, because of my disfigurement, the value of the bargaining chip has been reduced. Has your true nature been exposed?
Nangong Feihong finally accepted her fate. She calmed down, knelt down and looked at Nangong Zhengfeng with a low eyebrow, and then said quietly: "Father, Feihong knows that he is wrong. Feihong will definitely stay in the room well until he gets married.
On that day..."
When Nangong Zhengfeng saw that Nangong Feihong finally realized his mistake, he didn't bother to argue with her anymore. Now looking at Nangong Feihong's ugly and disgusting face made him feel bored, so Nangong Zhengfeng waved his hands impatiently, irritated
He said: "If you have time, you might as well take good care of your disgusting face. Remember, if you dare to cause any trouble to me, I will make your life worse than death."
Then, Nangong Zhengfeng stopped looking at Nangong Feihong, fluttered his sleeves and left Nangong Feihong's room.
Nangong Feihong finally raised his face and looked at his own face in the bronze mirror calmly and straightly.
On the left cheek, from the corner of the left eye to the corner of the left lip, a deep sword scar was carved on it. It is much better now, but the flesh is rolled up and looks disgustingly white.
Now, this disgusting and terrifying face has become sinister and vicious because of jealousy and resentment. In Nangong Feihong's room with the windows and doors closed, it looks even more sinister and terrifying, as if it were a face from the past.
The grimace of hell crawling out to seek death.
Nangong Feihong's left hand slowly climbed up to her left cheek, and then she touched her left cheek and murmured: "Nangong Yueyao, all the suffering I am suffering now is because of you.
It's all you! If you wait, I will definitely make your life worse than death! You will definitely not have a good life! I will repay you ten times a hundred times the suffering I have suffered!"
The housekeeper who was cleaning up outside the door couldn't help but tremble, feeling chilled from the bottom of his heart.
This Miss Nangong is probably mentally insane.
This Miss Nangong is probably out of her mind, and it’s so hard for the eldest son of Baron Ouyang that such an elegant and handsome man wants to marry such an ugly and crazy woman!
Eh... what a pitiful man.
The housekeeper thought, shook his head, then turned around and went out.
As for the Demon Palace here, Huai Yi is incomprehensible and incomprehensible in every possible way.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, Huai Yi leaned over and looked at Yueyao, his big eyes blinking and blinking. Nangong Yueyao couldn't help being a little amused and asked: "Tell me, what's wrong with you?"
Huai Yi looked at Nangong Yueyao, and finally couldn't help but said: "Miss Huang, Huai Yi just doesn't understand... Miss Nangong Feihong finally deserved it and was scratched on the face by a sword. If she can't get married, it's God's punishment for her.
Why did Miss Huang ask His Majesty the Demon Emperor to arrange such a marriage for Miss Nangong Feihong?"
As he said that, Huai Yi pouted his mouth with some dissatisfaction and continued to mutter:
"If Miss Nangong Feihong hadn't poisoned Miss Huang with Li Ruoxiang and sent the colorful red snake to bite Miss Huang who was fusing the blood lotus, Miss Huang wouldn't have walked around the gate of hell.
Now... Miss Huang doesn't want to give up the opportunity to laugh at her, and choose a good husband like Mr. Ouyang Tianrui for her...