Chapter 2800 The Beautiful Concubine of the Misogynist General (47)

Lu Xinglan lowered his eyes, the blood on his white face brought out the hostility all over him.

He stepped forward step by step, and the maidservant was so frightened by his intimidating aura that her legs softened.

And Mother Lu sat upright.

"What are you going to do? Unfilial son, so difficult that you want to kill me?"

Lu Xinglan reached out and pressed the back of the person in his arms, making her cling closer to his body, feeling her rapid heartbeat and trembling of fear.

It's his first time, don't be afraid if you want a girl so much.

That's why his voice was extremely calm.

But chill Leng Ran.

Like the ice and snow, the chill is fierce.

"I don't dare to kill you. I just want to tell you that our Lu family will have no children and grandchildren, and there will be no future generations. From my generation onwards, the Lu family will have no descendants. The plaque on the Lu family gate will also be carried on after my death." Into the grave."

Here he goes.

The smile is cold.

"After I die, there will be no one to worship, no one to enshrine, no one to burn paper, no one to remember."

And this is also the ending of the entire Lu family.

The words stopped, and Lu Xinglan looked at Mother Lu's pale and colorless face, showing a calm and gentle smile.

"Is this what you want? Mrs. Chen."

Before Mother Lu joined the Lu family, her maiden name was Chen.

After Lu Xinglan finished speaking, he took a few steps back and shouted in a cold voice, "What are you doing in a daze? I'll beat all these traitors to death with sticks."

Xin Wu appeared at the door.

A dozen servants with big arms and round waists followed behind.

They rushed into Mother Lu's house.

Grab those maidservants and the servants who received the medicine, and drag them out.

But Lu Xinglan hugged the girl and turned his back to the light. His face in the shadows was as handsome as a god, but as cold as a devil.

"You don't need to drag it out, just kill it on the spot."

Mother Lu's fingers were shaking, not because of anger, but because of fright.

She stared into her son's eyes.

Those eyes were like ghosts, full of murderous intent.

Soon there were screams and sticks, and the smell of blood filled the whole room.

The blood on the ground began to flow sideways.

It covered the blood that Bai Weiwei spat out on the ground.

Lu Xinglan looked at Mother Lu calmly.

Like looking at a piece of dead meat.

He thought Yuande was the most stinky piece of meat.

Unexpectedly, so did his mother.

Worse than Yuande.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

The screams slowly disappeared, and Xin Wu, the supervisor, stood calmly in a pool of blood, with his hands behind his back and his back straight, and said expressionlessly: "The eighteen people involved in this matter have all passed away."

Lu Xinglan lightly stroked Bai Weiwei's back with his fingers, an extremely gentle soothing action.

He raised his head, there was no expression on his delicate face, and the darkness in his eyes was still there.

The tone was soft but soft, "From now on, this place will be your retirement home. You are old, your health is not good, your brain is also affected by your body, and you have all kinds of hallucinations. In order to prevent you from having an accident, I have to move your yard Close the door."

Having said that, a gentle smile appeared on Lu Xinglan's delicate face.

That tone was so flat that it made the back of your neck shudder.

"Do you think this arrangement is good? Mrs. Chen."

Mother Lu moved her mouth, but she was so trembling that she couldn't say a word. She was holding on to the armrest of the chair with both hands.

Facing a room full of dead people.

Blood flowed to her feet, and she trembled to move her feet away, but found that she had no strength left.

Lu Xinglan glanced at her indifferently.

No love and no hate.

Only the indifference of the snow.

Then he turned around with the girl in his arms, and walked out stepping on the bloody floor indifferently.

And his fingers kept stroking the back of the person in his arms, as if worried that she would be frightened.