The Abandoned Woman of Space

Chapter 657 Sorry I'm Late (3)
"Sister, you should thank me for bringing you here to see the Second Young Master off for the last time." Madam Butterfly smiled, and walked luxuriously to the window, and stood behind Madam Qingluan.

Madam Qingluan turned around, even though she was always gentle, at this moment, she also stared at Madam Butterfly full of resentment, "Butterfly, you did it on purpose, you brought me here just to torture me, right?"

"Sister is so smart." Madam Butterfly's eyes turned cold, and she replied coldly, "Qingluan, I just want you to see with your own eyes how your son was trampled under my son's feet and his head was chopped off. Your son is favored by the city lord. So what, in the end, it is my son who sits on the seat of the city lord."

When she spoke, there was a strong hatred in her eyes. It was clear that the son of her butterfly was the eldest son of the city lord's mansion. However, that old ghost Dong Mingying had always doted on Dong Mingyu, and even intended to pass on the position of the city lord to Dongming. Yu.

Madam Qingluan stared at Madam Butterfly's grinning face, gritted her teeth, and grabbed her arm, "You hate me so much, just kill me."

"Kill you, hmph, it's hard to get rid of the hatred I've had all these years." Madam Butterfly snorted coldly, and shook off Madam Qingluan's hand fiercely, "I keep you just to torture you slowly and see you in pain. I'm in a really good mood, hahaha..."

In the luxurious private room, crazy laughter sounded.

On the execution ground, Yun Mo suddenly snapped an iron chain, his bewitching blood pupils glowed coldly, he slashed away the guards guarding him with his palm, and walked towards Dong Mingchen with a strong murderous aura.

"Dong Mingchen, I'll kill you."

Dong Mingchen was shocked, and his expression changed drastically. He had clearly controlled the violence in this woman's body with the jade flute. Why, why did this woman still go crazy...

"Yudi, quickly bring my son's jade flute." Seeing Yun Mo approaching, he stretched out his hand and ordered urgently.

Soon, the attendant handed the jade flute to him.

Dong Mingyu took the jade flute, brought the jade flute to his mouth with trembling hands, and began to play, the sound of the flute overflowed from the jade pipe, when Yun Mo heard the sound of the flute, he stopped, hugged his head suddenly, Shout out in pain.

"Mother..." Seeing her holding her head in pain, Yun Xiaotong rose against the wind and flew towards the execution ground.

There was chaos on the execution ground, Wu Nian saw the situation, waved to Wu Xin, Gao Jianhu and others, "Save people."

After her words fell, Wuxin, Gao Jianhu, all the gold rose against the wind, and all flew towards the execution ground.

When Dong Mingchen saw someone robbing the execution ground, he quickly ordered the imperial guards to stop it. In an instant, the execution ground was full of swords and lights, and the people scattered under the execution ground, and the whole vegetable market became a mess.

"Mother, I'm Tongtong, wake up quickly." Yun Xiaotong landed next to Yunmo, no matter what, she eagerly grabbed the corner of Yunmo's clothes and didn't let go.

Yun Mo let go of her head with both hands, lowered a pair of coquettish blood pupils, and her eyes fell on Yun Xiaotong's face, "Son... son." She glanced at Yun Xiaotong a few times, and spoke out the word "son" with great difficulty.

"Mother, you finally recognized your son." Hearing Yun Mo's words, Yun Xiaotong almost wept with joy.

"Son... son, you retreat to... a safe place first." Yun Mo gritted her teeth and tried her best to regain her sanity. She told Yun Xiaotong, raised her blood pupils, and glanced at Dong Ming with a cold gaze Chen.

This man has caused her to be like this, and she will not let him go.

Yun Mo's eyes turned cold, she forced her luck, and tried to condense the phantom sword.

Dong Mingchen noticed her strangeness, quickly brought the jade flute to his mouth, and continued to play, when Yunmo heard the sound of the flute, the zhenqi he had just raised instantly dissipated, his headache was about to split, and the sliver of clarity that had just recovered gradually disappeared .

(End of this chapter)