burden. "Wei Yuan thought of a reason.

"What kind of ambition, the ambition to be a demon concubine? How can there be a subject in the world who is willing to take the initiative to be scolded." Rong Fan said annoyedly, "I just don't understand, so I dare not believe him."

While the two were talking, Fu Qiufeng's struggle suddenly weakened, and he gradually calmed down.

Rong Fan turned around and looked over, but saw a drop of blood falling on the ground. He was a little surprised, walked over and lifted Fu Qiufeng's chin, and raised his breath suddenly.

"Bring water!" Rong Fan turned around and shouted.

Fu Qiufeng's eyes were blank, two lines of blood overflowed from his eyes and dripped down.

"Wake up, it's all right, it's just a nightmare." Among the people who pressed Fu Qiufeng with Rong Fan's thumb, Wei Yuan poured a basin of cold water on Fu Qiufeng, and after a while, he struggled slightly.

"What on earth are you thinking..." Rong Fan untied the chain, Fu Qiufeng fell forward feebly, and he quickly caught him, "Why are you so loyal? I don't understand."

Fu Qiufeng coughed a few times, but before recovering, he said in a hoarse voice, "When I... was 15 years old, I was already dead..."

Rong Fan was taken aback for a moment, almost as soon as he heard the answer, he thought of Fu Qiufeng's mother, the poor woman who died of illness three years ago.

His heart suddenly twitched, and he felt distressed, and regretted for the first time that he had tortured someone.

The author has something to say: It’s a pleasure to get to the bottom of it for a while, and I will revisit the crematorium

Sentences are true for a while, but in the future, you will fall into the crematorium

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