One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]

　　"No …" "No way!"

　　Lan Youyou was so provoked by Feng Xinglang's words that his whole body was trembling, "Xing San, he doesn't dare … He doesn't dare! "

　　"Does he dare... It might not be as you think! "

　　Feng Xinglang gave a bland and cold snort, "Hand over your only biological daughter to a person who makes a living out of blood thirst … He can't be kind to your daughter! What can't be obtained from you, Xing San will take from the lumps one by one! "

　　"No …" No! Xing San would definitely not treat them like that … … Surely not. "

　　Feng Xinglang's words were effective. Lan Youyou was like a frightened bird, unable to listen to any words that would harm her daughter.

　　Feng Xinglang coldly swept a glance at Lan Youyou, and did not closely question her; instead, he continued to attack her mental defenses.

　　"You should have seen that Mo Ranran before! "Not only is the little girl beautiful, but her heart is also very beautiful. From childhood, she has been fond of my brother and has always treated him as the prince she would pursue in her life!"

　　Feng Xinglang paused for a moment, "Even if my brother loses all his b.a.l.l.s, his body and mind will still be as healthy as before. She'll give birth to countless men and women for my brother. My brother's broken heart will soon be comforted. "I won't be sad for long!"

　　"Feng Xinglang... You. You are too heartless... You. You can't leave it all alone. You brought her into this world. "You are the one who can't just ignore all of them …"

　　Boundless grief swarmed his heart, Lan Youyou was choked with sobs until he could not speak.

　　Feng Xinglang slowly turned over, and quietly looked at the sorrowful Lan Youyou in the eye.

　　"Lan Youyou, why do you have to go through all this trouble? You're so smart. You actually did such a stupid thing to get into your own trap? "

　　"I'm sorry … I'm sorry. Ah Lang... I love you so much. You hurt me so much. She even wanted to take my life … I've been trying to persuade myself to forgive you. Ah Lang... I love you so much! "

　　A large amount of blood leaked out from the corner of Lan Youyou's mouth and dripped onto the nightgown on her chest, staining it with bright red blood flowers.

　　Feng Xinglang quietly looked at Lan Youyou's shriveled face, which was mixed with blood and tears. After a long while, he reached his hands over and slowly wiped the blood off the corner of her lips.