Chapter 889: The death of Mrs. Nalan (a ticket)

"When she was a child, she was sick. I took care of her for two days and two nights... but in the end, I only exchanged one sentence - I am a mad woman, my life is not worth it. Blizzard... She was born in October. Daughter! How can she treat me like this!"
Nalan Fei Xue squinted coldly, and it seemed to appear in the eyes of Nalan’s cold and ruthless words when he returned to the door.
Nalan language Rong... Hey! Nalan language Rong! You are really more desperate than the one who has entered the Magic Road!
Mrs. Nalan cried as she licked her chest. Suddenly, she twitched and the mouth began to overflow with a lot of blood.
"Mother! How are you?" Nalan Feixue quickly helped Mrs. Nalan and shouted nervously. "I am going to find a doctor for you! Mother, hold on!"
"No need... cough..." Mrs. Nalan coughed up blood, while clutching the sleeves of Nalan Feixue, she screamed hard. "In these few days, I just took a breath and wanted to see you." I want to confirm that my flying snow is still alive, now... cough, now that I see you don’t have to suffer again, my mother is already very happy!"
"Mother..." Nalan Fei Xue red eyes, holding tightly on Mrs. Nalan.
At this moment, she found out how thin her mother was, leaving only a layer of skinny.
"Mother, don't die." Tears slid down the corner of his eyes. "Mother, I will leave you a loved one. Please don't leave me!"
Mrs. Nalan shook her head and shook her tears. "Flying snow, my mother is afraid... I am afraid I can't hold it... Nalan Tunxi, you...you don't want to go to her to take revenge, she... she really It’s very powerful, the whole Nalan House is in front of her, she doesn’t want you to be in danger again... cough... And, at the end of her... she let her go, and she gave her mother an antidote, flying snow, You promised to be pregnant, don't go to Nalan Tunxi for revenge, and report to you...when..."
Nalan Fei Xue rubbed her eyes and screamed, "Oh, mother, I promise you. Since Nalan Tunxi finally saved her mother, then how can I let her go!"
Mrs. Nalan’s face showed a gratifying smile. She reached out and tried to touch her daughter’s face, muttering in her mouth.
Flying snow, you have to live well... don’t break into the magic... Don’t take revenge... I hope that you will be happy... Be a good person in the next life... Mother is also, I hope to be a good person in the next life, I can do... Good... People..."
The words have not been finished yet, and the hand that just touched Nalan’s snowy face hangs down weakly.
The eyes were gently closed, and the corner of the mouth was still covered with a smile of Hee Ning, and it seemed to fall asleep.
Nalan Feixue clung to Mrs. Nalan's gradually cold body, slowly closing her eyes, and a tear fell from her eyes.
Two days later, Nalan Fei Xue buried Mrs. Nalan, and then stood in front of Mrs. Nalan's tomb.
There was a slender black log barrel beside her, and the top of the barrel was full of desperate pain and pleading.
He grew his mouth and kept trying to make a sound, but his tongue and throat were ruined.
And his obese body, now cut off his hands and feet, cut off some flesh and was stuffed into the black barrel.
Because of the nourishment of spiritual power, even if he suffered such an injury, he could not die, and he could only endure the torture of this life day after day.