Mad Demon Evil Phoenix: God Concubine Against the World

Chapter 3 Second Hope for Summer (3)

"You dare to overturn my meal, you want to starve me to death, are you really impatient?"

The woman who was like a vicious dog roared wantonly, with a bit of unwillingness and madness in her exasperation.As if the yelling still couldn't vent the frustration in her heart, the yelling woman picked up the whip in her hand, and slapped Second Panxia fiercely again.

"Crack." The sound of the whip was crisp, proudly telling the result of childish victory.

When the whip hit her wound, Second Pan Xia could clearly feel the burning pain coming from her body.

He raised his head vigorously, looked against the noon sun, and saw a woman in a shabby shabby rag with resentment on her face, and the crazy destruction that Second Panxia could see in her eyes.

The woman was a little flustered by the cold and calm eyes of the second hope Xia. Looking at the child who let her be beaten and scolded on weekdays but never hide, cry or make trouble, her heart seemed to be stabbed severely. .

"What are you looking at?"

The always proud woman was imprisoned in this ruined courtyard, and she had long been tortured to the point of mental damage. The madness and hostility she has now are all bred by these five ruthless years.

The original beauty has become the present appearance of neither human nor ghost. Every time she sees the reflection in the water, the woman fiercely resents the trick of fate.

Five years and twelve days, a total of 830 seven days.

The wall in the courtyard is full of scratches from her recording the years, each one is not deep and not shallow, but it has never been blurred with the passage of time.

Every time she picks up gravel and draws a line on that wall, it feels like a knife is stabbed in her heart that has been devastated by the world. Although each knife is not fatal, it makes her life worse than death every moment ...

Powerful grievances need a channel to vent. Raising the whip, the whip like an evil spirit rose and fell, but it didn't fall on the decayed young body as expected.

Raising his hand to hold the whip that the woman whipped out again, Second Panxia's eyes were filled with endless killing intent, and his immature voice was extremely cold, "It is absolutely impossible for the same whip to fall on me twice."

Frightened by the murderous intent in Second Panxia's eyes, the woman's body obviously trembled for a moment, then she shook her head and denied everything she had just seen.

Impossible, she must have read it wrong, how could there be killing intent in that dead girl's eyes...

After stabilizing her emotions, the woman's eyes were stained with anger again, "Damn girl, you are getting bolder."

The woman's voice was full of resentment, and the annoyance that made Second Panxia very troubled.

Standing up with difficulty supporting his crumbling body, Second Panxia stood stubbornly and proudly, staring at the woman in front of him with chilling eyes, and twitched his right index finger.

There was no unexpected fire, and the whole world was as peaceful as a pool of stagnant water without aura.

The stubborn Second Panxia annoyed the woman holding the whip, and viciously pulled out the whip in Second Panxia's hand, and brought her precarious body down to the ground, "It's against you, I I gave birth to you and raised you, yet you dare to turn against me. If I had known today, I should have strangled you to death when I gave birth to you!"

The woman trembled with anger.

Their identities in this palace are inherently special, and the people in the palace have always worshiped the high and trampled the low.For five years, they seemed to be in a hell on earth, having tasted the warmth and coldness of the world, and even the most basic daily meals were sour soup with leftovers from the imperial dining room.

(End of this chapter)