Chapter 1292 It Is the Most Taboo to Think Too Highly of Yourself

Shanlai also knew that if she continued like this, she wouldn't be able to last long.

She was already a cripple after her legs were broken, and she was poisoned by the ghost doctor, and no one outside could cure her.

Her body decayed day by day, she was tortured in pain every day, and suffered inhuman insults every now and then. She didn't want to die, and she couldn't live anymore.

He was dragged through the streets for a week, and was finally thrown back to the dilapidated house like someone throwing rubbish, lying on the ground lingering, his whole body in severe pain.

Shan Lai looked at the roof, his eyes were red, and deep-seated hatred was surging in his eyes.

She won't live long, but those who made her like this are living better one by one!

Feng Qingbai, Liu Yusheng, Feng Mohan, and Ba Nian!

"Ba Nian, lord? Your majesty? Hahahaha!" How much she loved once, how much she hates now!

Whenever she thinks of his ruthlessness when he ordered people to cut off her feet and throw her into the city of exile, she wished she could drink his blood and gnaw his bones!

His eyes flickered slightly, Shan Lai said with a hoarse voice, "Abandoned?"

Across from a small hall, in the dilapidated house on the opposite side, the torture had just ended, the perpetrator had already left contentedly, and the people lying on the ground seemed to have been cut off most of their lives.

Hearing the woman's question over there, Hanshuang's eyes moved numbly, and she struggled to get up from the ground, "I don't know, servant girl."

When she was dragged out, she put the baby in a corner, but now, there was no one in the corner.

"Little master, maybe I'm hungry, so I went to find something to eat." This is a common occurrence.

All the food she bought was taken by the saint, and she had to find other ways to fill her stomach.

As for the little baby, she can't even take care of herself, so how can she take care of him all the time?

The little baby is often hungry.

When the saint is in a good mood, she will give the little baby a bite to eat. When she is in a bad mood, she doesn't care about the little baby at all.

Once half a year ago, the baby was so hungry that he crawled out by himself and picked up food on the ground outside. After that, when he was hungry, he would run out to find something to eat by himself, and when he came back, he would often be wounded all over his body.

Neither the saint nor her had ever asked him how to find him when he went out, what he ate, and why he was injured.

Later, the number of times increased, and every time the baby disappeared, they knew that he must have gone out to find something to eat.

"Go and get him back, now." The woman's arrogant attitude aroused the hostility in Hanshuang's eyes.

Without her response, the woman's voice became cold, "You want to resist me?"

"Slave...don't dare." Ten fingers pinched into the palm, Hanshuang responded in a low voice, braced her exhausted body, and walked out slowly.

She herself is so ridiculous, how could she still hope that the saint would be a little considerate and considerate of her at this time?

That person is selfish and ruthless.

As soon as she walked out of the entrance of the main room, Hanshuang saw a small figure standing at the entrance of the courtyard, staggering back step by step.

Hanshuang stopped in her tracks, "Saint, the little master is back."

"Bring him in."

One big and one small entered the room, and the woman was still half lying on the ground. The room was so dark that it was almost impossible to see anything clearly, and the few rays of moonlight leaking through the window were only enough for them to see a little of London around them.

And the woman's eyes hidden in the darkness flickered like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity.

It makes the soles of your feet cold.

"Outcast, come here." The woman sat up on her support, and said to the little boy who was standing still at the door.

The little baby looked at her quietly, without moving.

"Little master, the saint let you go. Go in front of the saint." Hanshuang gently pushed Xiao Wa'er's back with his hand, pushing him forward.

If he is disobedient, he will be beaten.

Following Hanshuang's strength, the little baby staggered and walked slowly towards the woman on the ground.

The face is always quiet, and there is a colorless emptiness in the eyes.

When the little baby approached, Shan Lai stretched out his hand, and took the little baby's hand clenched into a fist hanging by his side.

That little hand is cold.

"Don't be afraid, mother won't hit you." Shan Lai smiled, the rotten face, the smile just gently pulled those pustules, "Before hitting you, mother didn't want to. It's just Mother hates mother too much, because there are many people who bully mother, I am sorry mother."

"Abandoned child, mother may not live long, so don't hate mother, okay?"

"You are still young, you don't understand many things, you may not even understand what I say. But it doesn't matter, you don't need to understand now, you just need to remember, remember what mother said to you."

"Listen, your father is Feng Mohan, the emperor of Nanling. If you grow up, you will go back to recognize your ancestors and help your mother... revenge!"

Seeing Shanlai's crazy eyes, Hanshuang shivered.

She vaguely guessed the reason why she changed her attitude towards the little baby today.

The saint is afraid that she will live soon, but she is not willing to let those she hates live too well. She wants the little master to avenge her!

But the Emperor Nanling was innocent at all.

Seriously speaking, the Nanling Emperor never let the saint down.

That day, the saint climbed onto the dragon bed with tricks and became pregnant with the little master.

The reason Nanling Huang pursued her regardless of affection was also because the saint was a spy. She wanted to disturb the royal family of Nanling, wanted to shake the foundation of Nanling. As an emperor, how could he turn a blind eye to this? Could it be that the Holy Maiden still wants the Nanling Emperor to forget everything she has done to her and have deep affection for her?

If there is a cause, there will be an effect. If you plant the cause yourself, you will have to bear the result yourself.

The worst thing to do is to think too highly of yourself.

Hanshuang lowered her eyes to hide her sarcasm.

The saint is now turning right and wrong into black and white, trying to instill in the little master the idea of ​​revenge when he was still young.

This was also the last bargaining chip in her hand.

His eyes fell on Xiaowa'er's too thin back, and he quickly turned away.

She couldn't protect herself and couldn't help him. To blame is only to blame him for not having a good pregnancy in this life.

Early the next morning, the broken house was ushered in.

The food he got was still two steamed buns. Shanlai took all of them. This time, she shared half of the buns with the little baby, and even soaked the hard steamed buns in water to soften them, and fed them to the little baby.

Acting like a bitch for the first time.

The dilapidated house is not far from the street, and the bustling noises on the street can be easily heard.

Unlike the New Year's Eve in Xiliang Capital City, the New Year's Eve in other places is full of New Year's flavor, but here is full of bloody smell.

During the Chinese New Year, there are many people who come out to drink in the streets and alleys, in groups, and everyone is a hero.

There are naturally more conflicts than usual.

If there is a disagreement, they will fight, and if they argue, they will copy the guy.

In the past two days, rumors of some dead people have been heard frequently.

This is the city of exile.

If you want to survive here, you can only shrink back and let others bully you.

After handing over the steamed buns, Hanshuang went back to her room exhausted, and when she passed the main room, she saw someone outside the room out of the corner of her eye.

A man and a woman are both dressed in brocade clothes, handsome men and women.

You Qi's taste is very special, the robe on his body is embroidered with gold thread.

There are two more chapters before 12 o'clock. The greater the pressure, the faster my hand speed will increase, why?