The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 889: 889 Mrs. Naland ’s death (vote ticket)

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"She was ill when I was young, and I took care of her for two days and two nights ... but in the end, I only got one sentence-I'm a crazy vixen, my life is worthless. Fei Xue ... She is my October A daughter born with a pregnancy! How could she treat me that way! "

Nalan Feixue narrowed her eyes coldly, as if the cold and ruthless words of Nalan Rong appeared when she returned to the door that day.

Nalan Rong ... Hum! Nalan Rong! You are really more ruthless than me who is in the magic!

Mrs. Nalan was crying, holding her chest. Suddenly, there was a twitch all over, and the corners of her mouth began to overflow with a lot of blood.

"Mother! How are you?" Nalan Feixue quickly supported Madam Nalan and shouted nervously, "I'll go and find a doctor for you! Mother, hold on!"

"No need ... keke ..." Mrs. Nalan coughed blood, while holding Nalan Feixue's sleeve tightly, spit hard, "These few days, I just hold my breath and want Seeing you, I want to confirm that my Blizzard is still alive. Now ... keke, now I see you do n’t have to suffer anymore, my mother is already very happy!

"Mother ..." Nalan Feixue's eyes were red, and she held Mrs. Nalan tightly.

At this moment, she realized how thin her mother was, and she had only a layer of skinny skin left.

"Mother, you don't want to die." Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes, "Mother, I'm just your loved one, please don't leave me!"

Mrs. Nalan shook her head, and her tears shook, "Feixue, I'm afraid ... I'm afraid I can't hold it ... Nalan Xioxi, you ... Don't go to her to get revenge, she ... … She is really powerful. The whole Nalan government is vulnerable to her. Mother does n’t want you to be in danger anymore ... and cough ... And in the end she ... She let go of her mother and gave her mother an antidote, Fei Xue, you promised your mother, do n’t go to Nalandanxi to take revenge, revenge ... when ... ”

Nalan Feixue wiped the corners of her eyes, and whispered, "Okay, mother, I promise you. Now that Nalan Xixi saved her mother, then what about I let her go!"

Mrs. Nalan's face showed a reassuring smile. She reached out her hand, trying to touch her daughter's face, and muttered, "Feixue, you must live well ... don't fall into the magic path ... don't avenge ... Mother hopes you are happy ... become a good person in your next life ... Mother too, I hope that in my next life, I can be a good ... person ... "

Before I finished speaking, the hand that just touched Nalan Feixue's face dropped weakly.

The eyes are closed gently, and there is a smile of He Ji Ninghe in the corner of his mouth, and it looks like he is asleep.

Nalan Feixue held Mrs. Nalan's icy body tightly, slowly closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eyes.

Two days later, Nalanda Blizzard buried Mrs. Naland, and then kneeled squarely in front of Mrs. Nalan's tomb.

A slender black wooden barrel is placed beside her, and Zhu Zhongba's face full of despair and pain and pleading is revealed above the barrel.

He grew his mouth and kept trying to make a sound, but his tongue and throat had been destroyed.

His obese body has been cut off from his hands and feet, cut off some flesh, and stuffed into this black wooden barrel.

Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, even if he suffers such an injury, he can't die, and can only endure the torture of life rather than death.