Supreme Killer Concubine: Feng Po Jiuxiao

"Oh, let's not talk about it, let's not talk about it, there are so many conspiracies and tricks in the mansion, you just take it as a joke today... you must not spread it..."

"Don't worry... Brother, I'm not a fool... I still want to die..."

The conversation between the two gradually faded away, and they stopped talking after the gossip.

The chilly night wind blew in through the crack of the door, blowing half of Zhuge Jingbei's body to the bones.

But his heart at this moment is colder than the night outside.

Even if the mother deserves to die for cheating, what's wrong with him?

His father watched him grow up and raised him for 20 years. Could it be that because he suspected that he was not the blood of the Zhuge family, he no longer cared about the relationship between father and son?

Zhuge Jingbei opened his mouth and wanted to laugh, but he couldn't make any sound. The corners of his eyes were moist, and hot tears flowed down the corners of his eyes and into the corners of his mouth.

The salty taste seemed to flow through Zhuge Jingbei's heart all the time, like being poured on fire, making the anger and hatred in his heart overwhelm the sadness and despair.

Zhuge Jingbei wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes fiercely, Zhuge Zheng, how can you be so cruel?

It's just a suspicion, and it's not a confirmation. How can we conclude that he is not the blood of the Zhuge family?

Even if it was not true, even killing him would be better than this kind of insult.

Zhuge Jingbei thought of lying on the same bed with a dirty prostitute that night and doing such disgusting things there, so he wanted to cut off all the flesh on his body piece by piece.

After a long time, the guards outside couldn't help chattering again.

"Hey, your brother, why did the eldest young master become more and more serious?"

"You're stupid, master... just to be serious... it's better to do that... that way, no one will be able to suspect the master."

"My mother... This, this is too cruel, no matter what... After all, the young master was raised by him... Can he be cruel?"

"What do you know? Who is so kind and willing to raise another man's seed... Don't say it, be careful to be heard, otherwise the young master is not dead, we two will go first..."

"Yes, don't say it, don't say it..."

The voices of the two stopped abruptly, but this short conversation caused a huge wave in Zhuge Jingbei's already completely desperate psychology.

Zhuge Jingbei's originally deathly gray complexion was subconsciously filled with a dark hatred.

He knew that the "that" in this population was—death!

The medicine I drink every day is not life-saving but life-threatening.

The doctor who came to see him was just Zhuge making a show.

hatred--

The overwhelming hatred gathered in Zhuge Jingbei's heart and overflowed.

Why should the mother's mistakes be imposed on him, and she still uses such despicable and insidious means to deal with him.

He absolutely can't just sit and wait to die like this, Zhuge Jingbei is definitely not easy to bully.

A bold and vicious thought quickly flashed through Zhuge Jingbei's mind.

There was an evil smile on the corner of his lips, Zhuge Zheng, if you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous.

He didn't want to lose his identity as the young master of the Zhuge family, once he lost this, he would be nothing.

But Zhuge Zheng, the young master of the Zhuge family, would never allow him to live on.

Then...there is only one solution left——Zhuge Zheng died suddenly!

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