Demon Phoenix Evil Emperor: Killer Crazy Concubine

Chapter 90 Huatang's persecution "Master, don't!" Nalan Zhijin knelt on the ground, grabbed Jing Yirong's waving hand, "Master, please, don't hurt mother again."

Jing Yirong's hand paused in the air, bowed his head and Nalan Zhijin was weeping in pain, since he followed him, Nalan Zhijin probably didn't know what crying was.The reason why she is crying so badly now is because Huatang was released.

"Huatang, you should be glad that you still have a son, otherwise you would have died long ago." Jing Yirong's hand gradually dropped, and she flung her sleeves and left the room. She was afraid that she would kill Huatang uncontrollably, and she didn't want to see Nanny again. Lan Zhijin's teary eyes.

Nalan Zhijin stood up and covered the flower hall with a quilt, "Mother, the medicine is getting cold, drink it first."

"Go out," Huatang said without looking at Nalan Zhijin.

"Mother, drink the medicine to recover." Nalan Zhijin didn't seem to hear Huatang's words, so he took the medicine bowl and handed it to Huatang.

Huatang's eyes slowly fell on the medicine bowl, and he stretched out his hand and swung the medicine bowl to the ground. The crisp sound of the bowl breaking made Nalan Zhijin tremble, and Huatang's tone was still cold, "Get out!"

"Mother, it's already very late today, you should rest first and I'll go out." Nalan Zhijin picked up the debris on the ground and silently exited the room.Why can the master not kill the mother for himself, but the mother can't not kill the master for herself?

Although the master was very bad to mother, she still didn't kill mother, and even saved mother's child with her own blood, why mother is still such a master.

Huatang stared blankly at a certain corner of the room with unfocused eyes. Originally, he hoped that Nalan Zhijin could help him kill Jing Yirong and avenge himself for the torture he suffered this year, but after he came out, he saw it with his own eyes. Seeing Nalan Zhijin, all the reasons for persistence disappeared.

The respect for Jing Yirong was so obvious in Nalan Zhijin's eyes, he didn't even allow others to scold his master, including his own mother.When Jing Yirong was mentioned, the admiration emanating from his body could no longer be broken by just a few words.

Her son would actually show such eyes to the woman she hated the most, Huatang, hate, she not only hated Jing Yirong for imprisoning her for a year, but also hated Jing Yirong for stealing her son's heart.

Huatang doesn't allow it, she doesn't allow such a thing to happen.Because Jing Yirong would not kill herself because of Nalan Zhijin, it is enough to show that Jing Yirong also cares about Nalan Zhijin, she wants Zhijin to hate her, and there is a scar between them that cannot be jumped over. She is willing to exchange her own life for the scar.

Huatang lifted the quilt, put on his shoes, went to Jing Yirong's room, and knocked.

"Who?" Jing Yirong's indifferent voice came from the room.

"Me." Huatang replied, "Jing Yirong, we probably still have some debts to settle."

Jing Yirong opened the door, "I don't remember what else we have to talk about, you can go back."

"Even if it's about Guan Zhijin, don't you listen?"

Jing Yirong thought for a moment, then took a step back, "Come in."

"It turns out that you, who are cold-blooded and ruthless, actually care about people, and what you care about is my son." Huatang entered the room and smiled triumphantly, "Jing Yirong, did you never think that things would develop like this? You hate it the most. The son of the woman you love is actually your disciple?"

"That's what you want to talk about?" Jing Yirong said coldly, "Huatang, if you have time, you will still take good care of your body, you don't even know how ugly your face is now, it's so ugly that people don't want to Have a look."

"It's all because of you!" Huatang roared suddenly losing his mind, "If Jing Yirong hadn't been for you, I wouldn't be as inhuman as I am now."

Jing Yirong glanced at Huatang, "You should be thankful that you are still alive, not because Zhijin you died long ago."

"I would rather die now!" Huatang stared at Jing Yirong fiercely, "My son doesn't want to kill you at all, and he doesn't even hate you at all. You made me like this, but he pretended He didn’t see anything, and he still called you master.”

"Zhi Jin is much better than you, you are not qualified to be his mother."

Huatang laughed suddenly, "Whether I am qualified or not, I am his mother, Jing Yirong, do you think if I let Zhijin die, will he do so?"

"He is your son." Jing Yirong's voice dropped to freezing point.

"He is my son, but you care about him." Hua Tang seemed to have caught Jing Yi's soft spot, "I heard from Zhi Jin that you saved him with your own blood, I didn't know you loved my son so much. Jing Yi If you care about him, I will torture him."

Jing Yirong grabbed Huatang, "You are crazy."

"You will go crazy if you stay in the dungeon without the sun for a whole year," Huatang pushed Jing Yirong away, "You will leave the palace tomorrow, I can't kill you, Zhijin can't kill you. But I can torture you The person you care about, I will let Nalan Zhijin try all the pain you gave me, and when you come back, I will also show you a Nalan Zhijin who is neither human nor ghost."

Jing Yirong clenched his fists and slapped Huatang, "You'd better not touch him."

"Haha, your heart hurts." Huatang ignored the numb cheeks, "You don't even know how happy I am when you look at you like this. The more you don't let me be like this, the more I want to be like this. I will torture a little bit Nalan Zhijin, if you ask him to practice martial arts, I won’t let him hold a sword, and if you ask him to learn Qinggong, I’ll break his feet, haha.”

Huatang has completely lost her mind and was locked in a dark dungeon. The pain that she didn't even know for years had already drained all her energy little by little, and she only wanted to make Jing Yirong suffer.

Jing Yirong picked up Huatang, and slapped her on the cheek again, Huatang's forehead hit the corner of the table, blood flowed from her bumpy cheek, Huatang didn't seem to feel the pain anymore, she smiled triumphantly, "Jing Yirong, you killed me. Only by killing me can Nalan Zhijin live a peaceful life. Otherwise, I will definitely let him be tortured by his closest relatives, whether it is physical or psychological."

"I won't kill you," Jing Yirong squatted in front of Huatang, "I promised Zhijin I wouldn't kill you."

"You don't kill because you are afraid that Zhi Jin will hate you, but if you let me live, I will continue to torture him. I will let him live, and then sprinkle salt on his wound every day. I will not only cut him I will also break his hand that touched you, so that he will never be able to hold a pen." Huatang stared at Jing Yirong, and kept saying vicious words, as if deliberately angering Jing Yirong, challenged his bottom line.

"Shut up, shut up." Jing Yirong warned with a gloomy face. She only needs one more point, and she can no longer guarantee that she will not kill Huatang.

Huatang was full of smiles, leaned forward, and said to Jing Yirong's ear word by word: "Your blood is flowing in Zhijin's body, I hate it, so I will put some of his blood every day." of your blood until there is no more of your blood in his body."

"Ah!" Just after Huatang finished speaking, his whole body broke through the door like a stone.With murderous intent in Jing Yirong's eyes, he withdrew his palm, walked towards the courtyard and looked at the flower hall that was vomiting blood, with a cold expression, "Damn you!"

Huatang's mouth kept bleeding.Everyone in the small courtyard came out because they heard the screams. Nalan Zhijin looked at the scene in front of him in shock, ran to Huatang and hugged her head, "Mother, what's wrong with you, mother?"

"I..." Huatang only said one word, and blood gushed out again. Nalan Zhijin looked at Huatang's increasingly pale face in fear, and stretched out his hands to hold Huatang's mouth, "Don't bleed, mother, please!" Please stop bleeding."

Huatang smiled, and tightly grasped Nalan Zhijin's hand with a pair of blood-stained hands, and the sharp nails scratched the blood on Nalan Zhijin's hand, "Revenge for me, for me."

"Mother, don't die, please don't kill me." Nalan Zhijin hugged Huatang in panic, the blood on his chest made him at a loss, raised his head and looked at Jing Yirong in panic and helplessness, "Master, master Quickly save your mother, save my mother."

"It was Jing Yirong who killed me." Huatang suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Nalan Zhijin's collar tightly, gnashing his teeth, "Remember that your enemy is Jing Yirong, she killed your mother, She made you lose your happiness."

"No, mother, you won't die." Nalan Zhijin held Huatang's head and kept yelling, the fear in his heart encroached on his small body little by little, "Master promised I won't kill you, She promised."

Huatang turned to Jing Yirong, her lips moved, the hand holding Nalan Zhijin finally dropped down, the brilliance in her pupils lost, as if nothing could enter her eyes anymore.

But Jing Yirong understood, she was 'saying', I will make you suffer for the rest of your life.

"Mother!" Nalan Zhijin's painful voice echoed in the courtyard, making everyone who heard it frowned, feeling extremely distressed.

Nalan Zhijin hugged Huatang's body, slumped on the ground, looked at Jing Yirong in pain, "Master, didn't you promise me?"

Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin expressionlessly, and suppressed the pain deep in her eyes, "I said earlier, she deserves to die."

"But she is my mother!" Nalan Zhijin cried, and buried his head in front of Huatang's already warm chest, Nalan Zhijin finally burst into tears like a real child.

Qiao Shuang'er walked towards Nalan Zhijin, knelt down and put her hands on Nalan Zhijin's shoulders, silently comforting her, she was afraid to see Jing Yirong's hesitant step forward just now.

Xiao Yan looked at Nalan Zhijin worriedly, and then at Jing Yirong. She didn't understand why the master still killed him even though he released Huatang.

The only sound left in the courtyard was Nalan Zhijin's weeping, the pain seemed to grab someone's heart and clenched it.

"Jing Yirong, you are so vicious." Yueya looked at Jing Yirong angrily.

"It has nothing to do with you." Jing Yirong glared at Yueya, turned around and was about to enter the house, but Yueya said again, "You are not human at all."

As soon as Yueya finished speaking, she felt a pain in her neck, and when she saw it clearly, she realized that Jing Yirong was already standing in front of her, but she didn't realize it?

The strength of the hand on the neck is getting stronger and stronger, Yueya feels that the air she can inhale is getting less and less, and her face is also bruised.

"Master," Nalan Zhenqi walked up to Jing Yirong in shock, "Master, Yueya said something wrong, please forgive her once."

Jing Yirong turned his head to look at Nalan Zhenqi, but he didn't take back the movement of his hand, instead he raised Crescent Moon.Yueya's feet couldn't touch the ground, and the panic on her face grew more and more, Jing Yirong's martial arts were too high, she didn't even have the ability to fight back.

Seeing this, Nalan Zhenqi knelt down on both knees, "I beg Master to spare Yueya."

Jing Yirong's gaze fell on Nalan Zhenqi for a full minute, and suddenly grabbed Yueya and threw her out, Yueya fell to the ground and coughed for a long time before she gradually recovered.

Nalan Zhenqi was still kneeling in front of Jing Yirong, "Thank you, Master."

"It was the right decision for you not to get up." Jing Yirong bowed her head, "When I threw her out just now, if you had got up and cared for her, she wouldn't be alive now."