The Cave House Falls Out of Favor Chapter 189 Losing a Child

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In the study of King An's Mansion, Song Yu is now racing against time.

He spends all his sleep time competing against time. He can't lose, he can't afford to lose, but because he can't afford to lose, he has lost his former calm and calm. He tried to control his emotions, and his reason knew that emotions were of no help at such a juncture, but how long could the tormented reason restrain the emotions that were about to collapse.

Finally, the final deployment was completed, and he leaned back into his chair tiredly. Fingers kneaded the corners of his forehead heavily: "What's the matter?" "Sun Xin has been in for half an hour, so he should have something to say.

"Lord Wang, this is sent by someone from the palace early this morning." As he spoke, Sun Xin handed a red brocade box to Song Yu.

Song Yu picked open the lid of the brocade box in front of him with his fingers, and immediately blood overflowed. His brows tightened, his eyes were cold and sharp, and for a while, Song Yu didn't have the courage to open the oilcloth bag in the box. Such a smell is too familiar, such a scene is not unfamiliar, and such a threat was even arranged by itself before. The net in his hand has been cast out, but it has not been taken back. The enemy's hand had already grasped his throat.

"Sun Xin, you go out." Struggling to control the sound, something in my heart has been pulled away.

Nodding, Sun Xin turned around, but before he reached the door, he heard a "poof". Suddenly turned around, the box that was originally on the table had fallen to the ground, and the flesh and blood inside were blurred, but a human form was faintly visible - it was actually a fetus that had not yet been formed.

When he looked up again, he saw that Song Yu was already pale, and he supported his body with both hands on the table. But the expression on that face was a hideous and painful collapse. This is what he has been with the prince for ten years but has never seen it.

Sun Xin was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to help, and before his hand was stretched out, Song Yu had a mouthful of blood spurting out of his mouth.

"Lord ......"

"Get out!" Song Yu roared miserably, and the four treasures of the study on the table had been swept away.

"Lord Wang!" Sun Xin finally reached out to support the trembling body, but was thrown away fiercely.

"Go out and ......" The stiff body fell straight into the chair behind him, the corners of his mouth were bloodshot, his fingers were clenched into fists, his finger bones were white, and his tendons were furious. His eyes were fixed on the piece of flesh that had fallen to the ground. The look was fear, anger, sadness, madness.

Suddenly a roar burst out of his throat, followed by laughter that was more mournful than crying. With a swing of his fists, the table in front of him immediately shattered: "I was wrong...... I was really wrong......" A suppressed growl struggled between his lips and teeth, and his prostrate body only trembled uncontrollably.

How can a person like him have the right to love others, falling in love is tantamount to torture and killing. He once thought he could protect him, but the shattered ground, the pleading and cries for help in Lilan'er's light sleep every night were only his flesh and blood. It was he who had to deal with him, why did she sacrifice it; Why the more cherished is often the easiest to lose.

"Lan'er...... Lan'er ...... What am I going to do. "Fists fell to the ground, bloody, vented, helpless fear.

"Lord Wang......" Sun Xin approached silently, but he couldn't persuade him. For the first time, he found himself damned if ...... If I could have found out the address where Miss Lan was hiding, if I could have let Miss Lan get out of danger safely...... But there are not so many ifs.

What is the flesh of the earth?

He knows.

He could hear the howl in his ears, but the mistake could not be remedied.

Kneeling down on his knees, he slapped himself in the face one by one. He would rather he die, as long as he can undo the mistake.

After the body was completely vented, only paralysis remained, and Song Yu, who was leaning against the wall, threw himself into the darkness. The study was in a mess, and Sun Xin had been sent by him to carry out the unfinished plan. Before leaving, Sun Xin took away the flesh and blood that was not fully formed. Song Yu just watched in a daze, and didn't make a sound to stop it.

He's killed people, he's got bloody. But for the first time, he smelled it, and he felt dizzy and sick to his stomach. The bloody red, the pungent thickness. He and Lan'er's child, his first child. I came to this world like this, and I haven't had time to grow my eyes and eyebrows, and my hands and feet have just taken shape.

"Lan'er!" The cry was weak, and the corners of his eyes were hot and moist.

The helplessness and fear in the darkness are only infinitely magnified, Song Sheng! The name actually fulfilled his nightmare in such a way.

His eyes slowly condensed into frost, and the coldness of his hands and feet seemed to be remembering this bloody sorrow.

Song Sheng!

The name had been imprinted in his flesh from this moment.

Poisonous! Like a thorn!

The window was open, the night wind was biting, and the things in the whole room had long been shattered, and the wind passed through the wreckage, and it actually felt empty. The peach blossoms outside the window are swaying their branches alone in the darkness of no stars, no lights and no fire, the wind is slightly strong, and the white stamens have fallen from the branches and splashed on the ground, like broken remnants of stars that have lost their light. A long white piece of paper swept away in the wind and landed on the scraps. In the dim moonlight in the darkness, the handwriting could not be seen clearly, but it was a miserable white and miserable place.

Song Yu suddenly remembered that there was also a note in the brocade box.

The thought flashed through his mind, and his hand reached out to grasp the thin, almost miserable white.

Unfold in the Moonlight:

Ten days later, in the morning, Qingyun Mountain on the outskirts of Beijing, pavilion on the top of the mountain. Single!

Song Sheng actually took the initiative to date himself, so does it mean that he has felt external pressure and has the possibility of negotiation?

Wrong!

This line of thinking is clearly wrong. If he had the heart to negotiate a settlement, how could he hurt Lan'er, and how dare he hurt that child.

As soon as Song Yu thought of that piece of flesh and blood, he nailed a stinger into his heart, and the pain in his heart was piercing.

Calm down! If you don't think calmly! With Song Sheng's methods, he was only afraid that next time he would send other things that could hit him even more.

He's lost his child, and he can't even lose Lan'er.

A son who makes a mistake and loses all the games, and it is heartbreaking to have no children, but what will he face if he loses Lan'er? It is unimaginable and unimaginable. If it is really a catastrophe, I only hope that everything will happen to him.

Ten days is not a long time, but it is not a short time.

Song Yu didn't know if he should expect this day to come sooner. Too many things are not calculated to get results, relying too much on his own meager wisdom, he has already suffered. He tried his best to keep everything under control, but he forgot that there is no definite number in the struggle between people, and people are the biggest variable!

In the middle of the night, I dreamed back, and more than once saw Lan'er, who was covered in blood, holding her stomach and falling in pain in front of her, screaming in pain.

"Lan'er!" Holding on to her crooked body, she reached out to pick up Wei Youlan's fingers, blood gurgling out of her delicate white fingers.

His fingers moved away inch by inch under his force, revealing a large bloody hole that had been cut open. Hands are trembling, and hearts are trembling.

Looking up again, Wei Youlan's face had turned into a fleshy ball of flesh with no eyebrows: "Daddy! Obviously he didn't have a mouth, but two immature words vibrated in the flesh and blood.

The limbs struggled and shivered, and the man had woken up from a frightened dream. The heavy breathing was only his own voice echoing in the darkness, and his body was already soaked with cold sweat. His hands were on his head, burning in pain.

If what Song Sheng did was just to make him afraid, then he did it.

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