Chapter 883: Hatred and unwillingness

He said, he looked up in disgust, and coldly swept Nalan Fei Xue, and smiled and said: "Nalan Fei Xue, are you still daydreaming? Nalan House has long been destroyed, where is it? Naran's niece? And when I was jealous of you, were you not willing to marry? Well, now I am as you intended, you should not be happy? Hahaha..."
He said that he waved his hand toward Wu Xiezi impatiently. "I still want to do something, and I don't want to drag this unsightly monk away. Master, I am bothered to see her more now."
Wu Yanzi nodded again and again, regardless of Nalan Fei Xue's screaming curse, took the man out of the hall, and finally took the hair of Nalan Feixue and came to the most remote wood house in the other house.
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When the door of the firewood house was closed, Wu Zizi immediately rushed to Nalan Feixue.
At this time, Nalan Fei Xue has completely stopped the resistance.
Her eyes looked straight at the roof of the firewood house, her expression was desolate and desperate, and there was no longer half of the pride in the light, only the endless silence.
Obviously, she should be a proud woman in the sky and be pampered.
Obviously, she has a mother, a father, and a warm home.
But why are all lost?
When did all this start?
Did you start from the appearance of the monk in Nalan Tunxi? No, no, even if Nalan Tunxi appeared, Nalan Fei Xue did not actually put her in her eyes.
Even if Nalan Tunxi took away many of her things, such as the Prince, such as glory, but she hates at most, but far less desperate and crazy.
When did she start desperate? It was the father she had always trusted, and her sister, who knew that she was so miserable, but she could not help but see her stay in hell.
Especially her sister, who thought that Nalan is love her sister, but in fact, she just used herself as a stepping stone.
Also, Zhu Zhongba, the who should kill thousands of knives, he ruined his own life, ruining his dignity is not enough, even he has to trample himself into the mud to trample!
Isn’t she Naran’s snow to be fatal? Let Zhu Zhongba be at the mercy of the scum of this kind of scum?
Do not! Why? Why should she accept this fate when she is in the snow?
The hand tied by the clothes was tightly squeezed into a fist, and the nails were deeply plunged into the meat. The blood flowed from the fingers a little bit and landed on a jade slip not far away.
That jade is the fall of Wu Xiezi when he tore the clothes of Nalan Fei Xue.
Nalan Feixue hid this piece of jade for many days, because this was the day when she returned to the door, and the almost mad mother sneaked it to her.
She used this piece of jade as a straw to think of what the mother had left for her, but in this short time, no matter how she rubbed the jade, she used the gods to glimpse the jade, but she still found nothing.
Nalan Feixue lived day after day in the torture and humiliation of Zhu Zhongba, desperate day by day, day after day, and completely forgot the existence of this jade slip.
However, at this moment, her heart was full of hatred and unwillingness, and when her blood fell on the jade, the jade suddenly reacted.
Wu Yizi did not find that Nalan Fei Xue did not find it. After accepting the blood of Nalan Feixue, Yu Jian suddenly appeared a black smoke and silently entered the body of Nalan Feixue.