Shanlai also knows that if he continues like this, he won't be able to last long.

With her feet broken, she is already a cripple, and she has been poisoned by a ghost doctor, and no one outside can solve it.

Her body was festering and rotting day by day, she was tormented in pain every day, and she was subjected to inhuman humiliation every once in a while, and she no longer wanted to die, nor could she live.

He was dragged through the streets for a week, and finally thrown back to the dilapidated house like garbage, lying on the ground and panting, in severe pain.

Shanlai looked at the roof, his eyes were red, and bitter hatred was surging in his eyes.

She didn't live long, but those who hurt her like this lived better than the other!

Feng Qingbai, Liu Yusheng, Feng Mohan, and Ba Nian!

"Ba Nian, Lord Wang? Emperor? Hahahaha! "How much she used to love, how much she hates now!

Whenever she remembered the ruthlessness with which he had her feet cut off and thrown her into exile, she hated to drink his blood and gnaw at his bones!

His eyes flashed slightly, and Shanlai hoarsely voiced, "What about abandonment?" ”

Across a small hall, in the dilapidated house opposite, a torture had just ended, and the perpetrator had left satisfied, and the person lying on the ground seemed to have lost most of his life.

Listening to the woman's question, Hanshuang Muran's eyes moved, and he struggled to get up from the ground, "Slave, I don't know." ”

When she was dragged out, she put the baby in the corner, and now, there is no one in the corner.

"Little master, maybe I'm hungry, go find and eat." This is a common occurrence.

All the food she bought was taken by the saint, and she had to find another way to fill her stomach.

As for the little baby, she can't even take care of herself, how can she take care of him all the time?

The little baby often starved.

When the saint is in a good mood, she will reward the little baby with a bite of food, and when she is in a bad mood, she doesn't care if the little baby lives or dies.

Once, half a year ago, the baby was so hungry that she crawled out and picked up food on the ground outside. After that, when he was hungry, he would run out to find something to eat, and when he returned, he would often be wounded.

How he went out to find it, what he ate, why he was injured, neither the saint nor she asked.

Later, there were many times, and every time the baby disappeared, they knew that he must have gone out to find something to eat.

"Go get him back, now." The woman's arrogant attitude of taking it for granted aroused the anger in the frosty eyes.

Without her response, the woman's voice became cold, "You want to rebel against me?" ”

"Slave maid...... Can't. Ten fingers pinched into the palm of his hand, with a low sound of frost, he supported his tired body and walked out slowly.

It's that she herself is too ridiculous, how can she still hope that at such a time, the saint will be a little considerate and considerate of her?

That man, selfish and heartless.

As soon as she walked out of the door of the hall, Hanshuang saw a small figure standing at the gate of the courtyard, staggering back step by step.

Hanshuang stopped, "Holy Maiden, the little master is back." ”

"Bring him in."

When one of the older and one small entered the room, the woman was still half-lying on the ground. The room was so dark that they could barely see anything, and the few rays of moonlight leaking in through the window were only enough for them to see a little bit of the surroundings.

And the woman's eyes hidden in the darkness flickered with ghostly light, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows waiting for an opportunity.

It makes the soles of your feet chill.

"Outcast, come here." The woman sat up and said to the little baby standing still at the door.

The little baby looked at her quietly and did not move.

"Little master, the Holy Maiden let you pass. Go to the saint. Frosty gently pushed the little baby on the back and pushed him forward.

If he is not obedient, he will be beaten.

Following the strength of the frost, the little baby staggered and slowly walked towards the woman on the ground.

His face is always quiet, and his eyes are colorless and empty.

When the little baby approached, Shanlai reached out and held the little hand that the little baby was hanging down by his side and tightened into a fist.

Those little hands are cold.

"Don't be afraid, my mother won't beat you." Shanlai smiled, his face was rotten, and the smile he pulled up only gently pulled those abscesses, "I used to beat you, but my mother didn't want to." It's just that my mother hates it too much, because there are many, many people who bully my mother and am sorry for my mother. ”

"Outcast, my mother may not live long, don't hate my mother, okay?"

"You're still young, and you don't understand a lot of things, and you may not understand even what I'm saying. But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand now, you just need to remember, remember what your mother said to you. ”

"Listen, your father is Emperor Nanling Feng Mohan. If you grow up, you have to go back to recognize your ancestors and help your mother...... Avenge! ”

Looking at Shanlai's crazy eyes, Hanshuang shivered.

She vaguely guessed the reason for her change of attitude towards the little baby today.

The saint is afraid that she will not live long, but she is unwilling to let those she hates live too well, and she wants the little master to avenge her!

But Emperor Nanling was innocent at all.

Seriously, Emperor Nanling has never been sorry for the saint.

On that day, the saint climbed onto the dragon bed with a trick and became pregnant with the little master.

And Emperor Nanling pursued her regardless of his feelings, also because the saint was a spy. She wants to disturb the Nanling royal family and wants to move the foundation of Nanling. As an emperor, how could he turn a blind eye to this? Does the holy woman still want Emperor Nanling to blame her for everything he has done in the past, and has a deep affection for her?

If there is a cause, there will be an effect, and if you sow the cause yourself, you have to bear the effect yourself.

Being the most taboo is to think too highly of yourself.

Frost lowered his eyes and covered his eyes and ridiculed.

The saint is now reversing right and wrong, trying to instill the idea of revenge in the little master when he is still young.

This is also the last chip in her hand.

His eyes fell on the little baby's too thin back, and quickly turned away.

She can't help him. To blame him is only for not being born in this life.

Early the next morning, the dilapidated house was ushered in.

The food I got was still two steamed buns. This time, she divided half of the piece to the little baby, and even soaked the cold and hard steamed buns in water to soften them and feed them to the little baby's mouth.

For the first time, she behaved like a mother.

The dilapidated house is not far from the street, and you can easily hear the lively noise on the street.

Different from the New Year's Festival in the Xiliang Capital, the New Year in other places is full of New Year's flavor, but here it is full of blood.

During the Chinese New Year, there are many people who come out to drink in the streets and alleys, and everyone is a hero.

Naturally, there are more conflicts than usual.

If you don't agree with each other, you will fight, and if you quarrel three or two sentences, you will copy the guy.

In the past two days, I have frequently heard rumors of a dead person.

This is the city of exile.

If you want to survive here, you can only shrink and be bullied.

After handing over the steamed buns, Hanshuang returned to the room tiredly, and when he passed the hall, he saw someone outside the house out of the corner of his eye.

A man and a woman, all dressed in brocade clothes, handsome men and pretty women.

Especially the men's taste is very special, the robes on the body are embroidered with gold thread.