You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 527 Wen Dog
"Come on, it's you who is unfilial as a daughter. If this matter comes up in front of the sage, I have to boast that I will kill my relatives righteously. For the sake of the hundreds of thousands of people in the capital and for the well-being of Daqi, I am willing to burn my own son to death." daughter."

"Don't worry, even though you won't be able to enter the ancestral grave after you die, my father will choose a geomantic place for you, collect your ashes and bury them, and ask the abbot of Anguo Temple to chant scriptures and pray for you in person. Don't worry. .”

Wen Qing'er couldn't hear clearly, but she wasn't completely deaf. Her good father yelled loudly again. How could Wen Qing'er not hear? Although her heart had been ashes for a long time, she still couldn't help feeling mournful.

Before she died, her father had already thought about the funeral. Even if ordinary people were unfortunately infected with the epidemic, the family members would not just burn her alive and seek medical treatment. They will be sent to a tent outside the city to be isolated.

How can she be like her good father and grandmother, who has been ill for half a month and has never even shown her face. Now that she is afraid that she will contract the disease, she wants to burn her to death. It is really sad and ridiculous!
Suddenly there was a sound of dishes breaking outside, and then Lin's voice filled with anger and tears: "What kind of nonsense Feng Shui treasure land, the blessing of the old bald donkey, you and the old godmother keep it for yourself!"

"I tell you! I will kill anyone who dares to touch my daughter!"

Lin picked up a sharp piece of porcelain from the ground, and the pieces were mixed in the hot noodle soup, still emitting hot white steam.

Lin held the tile tightly in her hand as if she was unconscious, and after a while, a string of blood dripped out from the crack of her hand, and walked step by step to the door of Wen Qing'er's room, sprinkled Bloody red plums all the way.

Lin's thin body stood in front of everyone, she was obviously just a woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, but it made people feel like a mountain blocked in front of them out of thin air.

Wen Zhao took a step forward with a serious face, with a thick cloth covering his mouth and nose, and he didn't care about the Lin family or the Lin family in the face of his own life and death. Even if all three brothers of the Lin family came, so what, anyway, Wen Qing Son also died early.

"Lin, don't think that I dare not touch you! This is an epidemic! It's not a cold! If you save Qing'er, you will kill everyone in the whole house!"

"If it burns, it will be fine. Our Wen Mansion is still in good shape. Isn't it enough for you to educate Yizhen well? Do you have to drag everyone to die to make you feel at ease?!"

Mrs. Lin gave Wen Zhaozhen a cold look, and snorted coldly: "Wen dog! Don't make yourself so sanctimonious. You are just a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death. Who in your family can compare with my Qingqing?" !"

Wen Zhaozhen, who was completely enraged by Lin's words, all the unwillingness and humiliation in the past rushed to his heart, "You bitch! You don't want to drink a toast!"

As he spoke, Wen Zhaozhen strode towards Lin, stretching his arms to slap Lin's face, when suddenly there was a sound of "swoosh!", Lin's eyes blurred, and Wen Zhaozhen screamed to the side.

When Lin came back to her senses, she saw a long sword with red tassels inserted straight into Wen Zhaozhen's palm, nailing him to the ground!
"Auntie, it's Ayu who is late."

Lin turned her head abruptly and saw the big figure jumping down from the wall, the silver armor glowing coldly under the moonlight and the torch, tears that she had held back for a long time finally welled up.

The fingers immediately loosened their strength, and the blood-stained tile fell to the ground with a "clack" and shattered into two halves again.

(End of this chapter)