After all four daggers were inserted into Fu'er, her hands and feet completely lost the ability to resist.

At this moment, Fu'er looked unwilling, her lips slightly moved were extremely pale, her face was covered in blood and blood, and she was panting with difficulty.

"You...you will definitely die a bad death."

That breath was left, but at this moment, it was still difficult to make a sound. A hoarse sound came from the rolling throat. The words spoken were weak and chaotic, and there was no threat at all.

Looking at her desperate and helpless eyes and a grey look on her face, An Xuetang curled a sarcasm at the corner of her mouth, and then walked over step by step.

Watching her approaching, Fu'er gritted her teeth, but the pain in her body made her unable to control her painful sounds.

He tried his best to move, but his hands and legs were completely unable to exert force and was shaking.

My body was covered with blood. I struggled for a long time, but I couldn't change anything.

At this moment, he could only stare at his eyes wide, and let out a scream, hoarse voice.

Ning'er felt that her scream was too harsh and she had to find a way to make her shut up, but An Xuetang shook her head and signaled her not to do anything first.

An Xuetang squatted down at this time, his voice cold, "What did you do to my brother? What about the child?"

After she confirmed that Feng Ming was not in danger of life, she began to notice that the child was missing in the room.

She glanced around the house but couldn't find anyone. Although she didn't care about the child's life or death, she also wanted to know what was going on.

Faced with An Xuetang's questioning, Fu'er didn't say anything. Her pair of angry eyes stared at An Xuetang so fiercely. She was obviously in pain and was worse than death, but she still gritted her teeth and spoke:

"An Xuetang, you bitch, why haven't you died yet? Why did you show up? Why didn't you die early?"

She roared in her mouth. If she hadn't had the ability, she would have wished she could kill An Xuetang with her own hands.

"Shut up!"

After she roared, Ning'er kicked her injured abdomen, making her feel in pain. She began to tremble all over. Her fierce face became extremely distorted due to the huge pain, and a stream of bright red blood foam began to gush out of the corners of her mouth.

The smell of blood suddenly spread. At this moment, the fishy smell in her mouth made her feel the threat of death. There was another unconcealed look of despair in her panicked eyes.

Everyone looked at her indifferent eyes, curled up tightly, and let out violent screams.

Looking at her now, An Xuetang knew that even if she kept such a person, she would not be able to say anything.

So he stood up, took two steps back, turned his head to look at Feng Ming, and suddenly spoke to Ning'er, "It's time to take her life."

It is their greatest tolerance limit to make Fu'er live to this time.

It is possible to take action while Feng Ming is not awake now. Anyway, it is useless to keep Fu'er now, so she can understand it. It is so difficult to not get a word out of Fu'er's mouth.

If that's the case, why bother to let her live one more second?

Finally, he had the chance to kill this traitor, and Ning'er, Shou'er and all the Xuntanggu brothers present suddenly lit up.

Ning'er took the initiative to move a little further. She had already taken action just now. Next, she should let the other brothers and sisters relieve themselves and avenge the brothers who died unjustly.

She glanced at Shou'er and her brothers who were ready to move, "Drag on."

Brothers hated Fu'er to the core. If this sentence continues, Fu'er's fate will not be as simple as the five horses dismembering him.

If they want to make a person die in pain, they have many ways to think that this time they can finally use it.
Chapter completed!