Dongfang Xingran looked at her with pitiful eyes, "You wasted five hundred years for him, but he never had you in his heart. Is it worth it?"
She missed him so deeply that she went crazy thinking about him. She had been trapped in a cocoon for so many years, but she still couldn't get out.
Watching her step by step towards the abyss, he felt sorry for her and tried hard to save her, but in vain.
From her, he deeply realized that a person's obsession can be so stubborn, so stubborn that no one can shake it even in the slightest.
"What do you know? I don't want to talk to you about this problem, come with me." That man was her sorrow, her pain. Wan Qinrou felt as if her foot had been stepped on, and she jumped up violently, her figure shaking.
No matter what happens today, she will take him back.
"Mom, I don't want to fight with you, don't force me." Dongfang Xingran kept dodging her.
They have lived in this world for five hundred years, and he is her son, but she has never treated him as a son, whether it was five hundred years ago or five hundred years later.
Because he was the son of a man she didn't love, and even hated and resented him. She couldn't count how many times she wanted to strangle him to death. She regarded him as a stain.
His heart started to hurt, but then gradually became numb. Sometimes he wished she could really strangle him to death, which would be better than being a walking zombie.
"You damn scoundrel, I've raised you for so long, yet you betrayed me and came back with me." Wan Qinrou cursed angrily, her attacks getting stronger and stronger, as if she wanted to kill him.
Dongfang Xingran was silent. He knew that even if he talked dryly, she would not be enlightened, and he just dodged and did not fight back.
When Dongfang Xing and the others arrived, Dongfang Xingran was already in a state of embarrassment and his body was stained, but he still did not fight back.
Wan Qinrou was not distressed, but Xiahou Huan'er was. She was angry: "Sister-in-law, are you crazy? He is your son. Do you want to beat him to death?"
When Wan Qinrou saw them coming, she was secretly frightened, but refused to show weakness: "He was born by me. Even if I kill him, what does it have to do with you?"
"Damn it, I've never seen a mother as vicious as you. As long as his surname is Dongfang, it's none of my business." Xiahou Huan'er was angry, loosened his clothes, and wanted to take action.
Dongfang Xing grabbed her and said calmly: "Don't be impulsive."
"You can hold it back, I can't hold it back, let me go." If she dares to do this to the person she cherishes, she will not let her go.
Dongfang Xing tightened his grip.
Wan Qinrou suddenly burst out laughing: "You like children so much? Why don't you have one yourself? Don't you think you can have one at all?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a thunderbolt from the blue, the wind and clouds changed color, and the sun and moon lost their light.
"Wan Qinrou, you are damn dead." A woman whose foot is stepped on is scary, and a tigress whose foot is poked is even scarier.
Everyone felt confused. No one knew how Xia Hou Huan'er acted. Even Dongfang Xing couldn't hold her back.
Everyone was shocked.
There was a loud rumbling sound in front of him, and sand and rocks suddenly flew away. A black shadow was heavily blown away, knocked hard against a tree, and then fell to the ground.
A woman's potential to explode in anger is unlimited.
Xiahou Huan'er's eyes turned red, and the sharp silver hook was like a meteor streaking through the air, striking straight towards Wan Qinrou's throat.
