"Nanmu!" Wan'er stood up from the ground and grabbed Nanmu's wrist: "Ash, he's also your child!" Can you just watch him die! ”

Nanmu pulled hard twice, not pulling his wrist out of Wan'er's palm, he was annoyed and angry, and angrily kicked Wan'er in the lower abdomen, waiting for Wan'er to sit on the ground stiffly and slowly. Nanmu slapped the dirt on his wrist and snorted coldly: "You still have the face to say." ”

He approached Wan'er, bent down, reached out and picked Wan'er's chin, and said in a small and urgent voice: "He is not my Nanmu's son!" Don't think I don't know! Nanmu's teeth chattered, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he hated him so much that he wanted to eat her alive.

Wan'er was so frightened by Nanmu that she trembled, her hands were on the ground, her heels were rubbing back, her eyes flickered and she was in a trance, and she distanced herself from Nanmu little by little.

"He's not your son?"

"Is he my son?

"He's not your son!"

"He's not my son!!"

Wan'er trembled all over, she was so frightened by Nanmu that she forgot the words. Her mind went blank and kept repeating, he is not your son. In order to cooperate with Wan'er, Nanmu pressed forward step by step, and each one was heavier than the other! Yes, he is not my son!

Just as Wan'er was about to retreat from the left to the center of the stage, she finally remembered her words.

"He, although he is not your son, he was born because of you!" Tears overflowed from the corners of Wan'er's eyes, glittering in the light.

"When you got into trouble with the concubine of the admiring boss, it was me, it was me, it was me who begged the admiring boss, I gave up my chastity and reputation for you; I disregard my mother's rod for your sake; I cut off my righteousness for you and your relatives; I endure people's spitting and insults for you, woo woo woo, I separate myself from my son for you, and we will not see each other. Woo woo woo~"

"Hahahaha~" Nanmu pressed Wan'er tightly, laughing rampantly and cold-blooded, he looked down at Wan'er's eyes: "On the day I got married to Miss Qiao's family, you came to make trouble, didn't the youngest son give it to you?" ”

"Nope! No!! Wan'er shouted hysterically, her hands clenched into fists: "Your mother clearly saw that my poor toddler would not live long, so she gave me her son. My poor son was dying when he came into my arms! Her tears poured down as she spoke, and she cried in a mess.

"Humph!" Nanmu smacked Wan'er fiercely: "Okay, the youngest son was dying when he left, what about Xiaozhi?" He was alive and kicking when he was picked up by you, and now he is also dying from being raised by you? It's clear that you don't know how to raise children, but it's shameless to say that my mother is right and wrong! After speaking, Nanmu turned around, and before leaving, he killed Wan'er with his bloodthirsty eyes, which showed that he was extremely disgusted with her.

Wan'er was half-sitting on the ground, crying in the dark, Nanmu raised his smug face, fanned the folding fan and strode away.

At the same time, General Qiao's palanquin fell in front of the gate of Nanfu for a while. Old General Qiao stood straight on the platform of Nanfu, looking at Nanmu's leisurely back sinisterly and viciously, his big rough hand tightly gripping the handle of the big knife pinned to his waist.

Old General Qiao came out soon after entering Nanfu, followed by Qiao Yujie, who was coughing constantly on her chest. Qiao Yujie, who was supported by the maid, walked out very reluctantly. The hand holding the handkerchief was blocked in front of his mouth, and he kept saying to the maid beside him: "Don't help me, I will die in Nanfu and not go back to Qiao's house." She had a hoarse voice and spoke very slowly, sounding like an old man in her seventies.

"Good!" Old General Qiao's majestic figure stopped abruptly, like a majestic mountain, standing proudly under the steps of Nanfu, his voice was loud and extremely shocking: "Then you will die in Nanfu!" The old man no longer cares about miscellaneous matters! ”

After that, General Qiao drew out a sharp broadsword and slashed down at the big stone in front of the door, and the big stone was split in half with a bang, and a burst of gravel fell to the ground.

As General Qiao's hand fell, the stone lion collapsed in front of him, and the studio resounded with heartfelt applause for the first time.

End of Act IV -

"The performance is good, not bad, not bad" The audience resounded with sparse admiration.