The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"Listen to me, there is no time!"

Murong Canghai placed Su Yueming, who was still trembling in a coma, into his arms. Her body was limp, and her head rested weakly on his chest.

"Brother, here..." Murong Yunqing handed Yuxiao to him, and then stood aside with a solemn expression.

Mo Qing lives outside, and has sent people to guard at every level, and no one is allowed to enter.

The prince sat outside, holding his hands tightly.

Murong Canghai put the jade flute to his lips, only to hear a sound like flowing water——

At the beginning, the flute sounded low, like resentment or admiration, both like sobbing and whispering, like an orphaned woman, singing softly, and the strings of tunes lingered on the beam, endlessly. Absolutely.

Murong Canghai's gaze was fixed on Su Yueming's face, large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and soon his clothes were also wet.

And Murong Canghai's back also surged with a scorching heat, and he felt that his body was about to burn too!

He calmed down, abandoned all distracting thoughts in the world, and put himself completely in the world of Xiao Sheng.

Su Yueming opened his eyes——

Where is this, looking around, there is a dazzling red, ah, this is a large field of Bana flowers, blooming from the soles of her feet to the horizon, like a burning sea of ​​fire.

She stood in it, looking around in a daze, where is this, and where is she going?

She raised her feet and ran forward, she saw many people around Huahai, Xuanyuan Qiche, Da Furen, Su Baixi, Su Buqing...

They gathered together and cooked her unformed son in the stew pot. They pointed at the bloody rotten meat in the stew pot and laughed. They bared their teeth and scooped up her son. Get up and swallow it bit by bit.

She ran over desperately, trying to snatch her son back from their hands, but there was no way, her feet were entangled by the flower vines of the Bianhuahua, she couldn't move, she could only stand where she was, watching helplessly. .

"Mother, mother..."

On the other side, a weak voice rang in her ear, she was startled, and turned her head suddenly, it was Wen Yi!

Her daughter Wenyi!

She was surrounded by a group of wretched and dirty men, those people were laughing wildly, their faces were distorted, scarier than hell's demons.

Her Wen Yi is like a poor little white rabbit, her small body is curled up into a ball, begging bitterly, but those people are fucking, they don't show any mercy to the poor child at all, they are like wild beasts Hurting her, they laughed maniacally over her head.

"Mother's queen... Mother's queen..."

Her faint cry for help is her prison for the rest of her life!

"Wen Yi, Wen Yi... My Wen Yi, stop, stop..." Su Yueming watched helplessly, but there was nothing she could do. She collapsed on her knees, begging bitterly, begging with Wen Yi.

But it was no use, no use at all.

Su Baixi and the eldest lady laughed at her to their heart's content, mocking her as a dignified queen who couldn't even protect her own daughter.

"Ah..." She looked up to the sky and screamed, her disheveled hair flew up in the air, like a devil, screaming with all her strength.

Wen Yi is gone, the unformed son is gone, all gone...

She looked around in a panic and shouted loudly, the boundless darkness swept over her, and boundless fear seized her throat.