Chapter 90 Huatang's Persecution "Master, don't!" Nalan Zhijin knelt on the ground, grabbing Jing Yirong's waving hand, "Master, please, don't hurt my mother anymore."
Jing Yirong's hand stopped in mid-air, he lowered his head and Nalan Zhijin shed tears uncomfortably. Ever since he followed her, Nalan Zhijin probably didn't know what crying was anymore. The reason he was crying so hard now was because of the flower hall.
came out.
"Huatang, you should be lucky that you still have a son, otherwise you would have died a long time ago." Jing Yirong's hand gradually fell, she shook her sleeves and left the room. She was afraid that she would be unable to control herself and kill Huatang, and she didn't want to see Na Na again.
Lan Zhijin's tearful eyes.
Nalan Zhijin stood up and covered Huatang with a quilt, "Mother, the medicine is a little cold. You drink the medicine first."
"Go out," Huatang said without looking at Nalan Zhijin.
"Mother, you can only get well after drinking medicine." Nalan Zhijin seemed not to have heard Huatang's words, so he picked up the medicine bowl and handed it to Huatang.
Huatang's eyes slowly fell on the medicine bowl. He stretched out his hand and swung the medicine bowl to the ground. The crisp sound of the bowl breaking made Nalan Zhijin tremble. Huatang's tone was still cold, "Get out!"
"Mother, it's already very late today. You need to rest first while I go out." Nalan Zhijin picked up the debris on the ground and silently exited the room. Why can the master not kill his mother for himself, but his mother can't do it for him?
Don’t you want to kill the master too?
Although the master treated my mother very badly, she still didn't kill her, and even saved my mother's child with her own blood. Why is my mother still such a master?
Huatang stared at a certain corner of the room with unfocused eyes. He originally expected Nalan Zhijin to help him kill Jing Yirong and avenge himself for the torture he had suffered in the past year, but after he came out, he saw it with his own eyes.
Seeing Nalan Zhijin, all reasons for perseverance disappeared.
The respect for Jing Yirong was so obvious in Nalan Zhijin's eyes that he didn't even allow others to scold his master, including his mother. When he mentioned Jing Yirong, the admiration that radiated from his body was no longer something he could say.
Words can break it.
Her son would actually look like that at the woman she hated most. Huatang, she hated her. Not only did she hate Jing Yirong for imprisoning her for a year, but she also hated Jing Yirong for stealing her son's heart.
Huatang doesn't allow it. She doesn't allow such a thing to happen. Jing Yirong will not kill herself because of Nalan Zhijin, which is enough to show that Jing Yirong also cares about Nalan Zhijin. She wants Zhijin to hate her and make them hate her.
There was a scar between her that she couldn't jump over no matter what, and she was willing to pay for this scar with her own life.
Huatang lifted up the sheets, put on his shoes, walked to Jing Yirong's room, and knocked on it.
"Who?" Jing Yirong's cold voice came from the room.
"Me," Huatang replied, "Jing Yirong, we should still have some unsettled accounts."
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 Zhi Jin, won't you listen?"
Jing Yirong thought for a moment, then took a step back and said, "Come in."
"It turns out that you, who are cold-blooded and ruthless, can actually care about people, and the one you care about is my son." Huatang entered the room and smiled proudly, "Jing Yirong, did you never expect that things would develop like this? You are the most annoying.
The son of a woman is actually your beloved disciple?"
"Is this what you want to say?" Jing Yirong glared coldly, "Huatang, I will still take care of your body when I have time. You don't even know how ugly your face is now. It's so ugly that people don't even think about it.
Have a look."
"This is all because of you!" Huatang yelled, losing his mind in an instant, "If it weren't for you, Jing Yirong, I wouldn't be like this now."
Jing Yirong glanced at Huatang, "You should be lucky that you are still alive, and you would have died long ago if it weren't for Zhi Jin."
"My life is worse than death now!" Huatang glared at Jing Yirong fiercely, "My son doesn't want to kill you at all, and he doesn't even hate you at all. It's obviously you who made me become like this, but he pretends
He didn't see anything, yet he still called you master."
"Zhi Jin is much better than you. You are not qualified to be his mother."
Huatang suddenly laughed, "No matter whether I am qualified or not, I am his mother. Jing Yirong, do you think if I ask Zhijin to die, will he do it?"
"He is your son." Jing Yirong's voice dropped to freezing point.
"He is my son, but you care about him." Huatang 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 and said, "You are crazy."
"You will go crazy if you stay in a dungeon without seeing the light for a whole year." Huatang pushed Jing Yirong away. "You will leave the palace tomorrow. I can't kill you, and 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 give me, and when you come back, I will also let you see a Nalan Zhijin who is neither human nor ghost."
Jing Yirong made fists with both hands and slapped Huatang, "You'd better not touch him."
"Haha, you feel distressed." Huatang ignored the numbness on his cheeks and said, "You don't even know how happy I am when you look like this. The more you don't let me do this, the more I will do it. I will torture you little by little.
Nalan Zhijin, if you ask him to practice martial arts, I won’t let him hold a sword. If you ask him to learn Qinggong, I will break his legs, haha.”
Huatang has completely lost her mind. Being locked up in a dark dungeon, suffering unknown pain for years, has gradually consumed all her energy, and she only thinks about making Jing Yirong suffer.
Jing Yirong grabbed Huatang and slapped her cheek again. Huatang's forehead hit the corner of the table, and blood flowed from her bumpy cheeks. Huatang seemed to feel no pain anymore. She smiled proudly,
"Jing Yirong, you kill me. Only if you kill me can Nalanzhi Jin 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 Zhijin 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 wounds every day. Not only will I cut him off,
I will also cut off his hand that touched you so that he will never be able to hold up a pen." Huatang stared at Jing Yirong and kept saying vicious words, as if he was deliberately irritating Jing Yirong.
Challenging his bottom line.
"Shut up, shut up." Jing Yirong warned with a gloomy face. If she just needed a little more, she could no longer guarantee that she would not kill Huatang.
With a smile on his face, Huatang leaned forward and said word by word into Jing Yirong's ear: "Your blood is flowing in Zhijin's body. I hate it, so I will let him go a little bit every day."
of your blood until there is no more of your blood in his body.”
"Ah!" Huatang had just finished speaking, and his whole body broke out of the door like a stone. Jing Yirong's eyes were full of murderous intent, he retracted his palm, walked towards the courtyard and looked at Huatang, who was vomiting blood, with a cold face, "You deserve to die!
"
Huatang's mouth continued to bleed. People 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 held her head, "Mom, mother, you
What's wrong?"
"I..." Huatang only said one word, and blood gushed out again. Nalan Zhijin looked at Huatang's increasingly pale face in fear, and reached out to hold Huatang's mouth, "Don't bleed, mother, please
Please don't bleed any more."
Huatang smiled, and held Nalan Zhijin's hand tightly with a pair of blood-stained hands. His sharp nails scratched the blood marks on Nalan Zhijin's hand, "Avenge me, revenge for me."
"Mother, don't die, please don't kill me." Nalan Zhijin hugged Huatang in panic. The blood on his chest made him confused. He raised his head and looked at Jing Yirong in panic and helplessness, "Master, Master
Please save my mother, please save my mother."
"It was Jing Yirong who killed me." Huatang suddenly stretched out a hand and grabbed Nalanzhi Jin's collar tightly, gritting his teeth, "Remember your enemy is Jing Yirong, it was she who killed your mother.
It was she who made you lose your happiness."
"No, mother, you won't die." Nalan Zhijin held Huatang's head and kept shouting. The fear in his heart invaded his little body bit by bit, "Master, promise me I won't kill you.
She promised."
Huatang turned to Jing Yirong, her lips moved, and the hand holding Nalan Zhijin finally dropped. Her pupils lost their luster, as if no scene could enter her eyes.
But Jing Yirong understood. She was 'saying' that 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 frown and feel extremely distressed.
Nalan Zhijin hugged Huatang's body, collapsed on the ground, and looked at Jing Yirong in pain, "Master, didn't you promise me?"
Jing Yirong looked at Nalan Zhijin expressionlessly, and she suppressed the pain deep in her eyes, "I told you before, she deserves to die."
"But she is my mother!" Nalan Zhijin cried, burying his head in Huatang's chest that had no warmth. Nalan Zhijin finally cried like a real child.
Qiao Shuang'er walked towards Nalan Zhijin, squatted down and put her hand on Nalan Zhijin's shoulder, comforting her silently. She was surprised to see Jing Yirong taking a hesitant step forward just now.
Xiao Yan looked at Nalan Zhijin with a worried look, 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 crying, which was so painful that it was as if someone's heart was being grasped and squeezed.
"Jing Yirong, you are so cruel." Yue Ya looked at Jing Yirong angrily.
"It has nothing to do with you." Jing Yirong glared at Yue Ya, turned around and was about to enter the house, but Yue Ya said again without thinking, "You are not a human being at all."
As soon as Yue Ya finished speaking, he felt a pain in his neck. When he saw clearly, he realized that Jing Yirong was already standing in front of him. She didn't appear?
The strength of the hand on her neck became stronger and stronger, and Yue Ya felt that the air she could inhale was gradually decreasing, and her face was bruised from holding it back.
"Master," Nalan Zhenqi immediately walked up to Jing Yirong in fright, "Master, Yue Ya said the wrong thing, please spare her once."
Jing Yirong turned to look at Nalan Zhenqi, but did not retract his hand movements. Instead, he lifted Yue Ya up. Yue Ya's feet could not touch the ground, and the fear on his face became more and more. Jing Yirong's martial arts
It's too high, and she doesn't even have the ability to fight back.
Nalan Zhenqi knelt down on his knees when he saw this, "Please master, please let Yue Ya go."
Jing Yirong's eyes fell on Nalan Zhenqi for a full minute, and he suddenly grabbed Yueya and threw her out. Yueya fell to the ground and coughed for a long time before she gradually regained her breath.
Nalan Zhenqi still knelt in front of Jing Yirong, "Thank you, master."
"You made the right decision not to get up." Jing Yirong bent down and lowered his head, "If you had gotten up to care about her when I threw her out just now, she wouldn't be alive now."