The Evil King Xun Fei: Don't mess with the femme fatale

However, if she knew that her son was killed by the daughter she held in her hands, wouldn't she become even more pitiful?

Poor people must have something to hate, Lin Qingran's sympathy is strong, but she didn't intend to waste it on Aunt Hua.

Lin Qingran slowly approached Aunt Hua who was crying in pain but unable to make a sound. The tears on her face made her look more and more embarrassing and old. When she saw Lin Qingran approaching, her eyes were round and round like sharp knife points. , I can't wait to make Lin Qingran Ling Chi.

Lin Qingran didn't seem to see her hateful eyes, squatted down with a half-smile, and gently wiped away the tears of Aunt Hua who couldn't move with a handkerchief. If it fell into the eyes of those who didn't know, she would only praise her. Your Highness is so kind.

But only Aunt Hua knew that Lin Qingran was a sharp knife holding the silk, outsiders could only see the clusters of flowers on the silk, and only she was feeling the pain of the sharp knife.

"Aunt Hua, you have to mourn!" Lin Qingran leaned into Aunt Hua's ear by wiping her tears, and said in a low voice, "Why are you staring at me like that? Could it be that you thought it was me?" killed your son?"

Lin Qingran raised her brows lightly, and her tone became more and more hoarse: "I really want to kill your son with my own hands, but I'm too lazy, and I despise your son's blood for being too dirty, so I'm afraid it will stain my hands, so You really don't have to stare at me, it's really not my fault."

Seeing that Aunt Hua's eyes were still sharp like knives, but there were already waves in them, she seemed to believe Lin Qingran's words a bit.

She had to believe it, because Lin Qingran really didn't need to lie to her.

Aunt Hua's lips parted, but she couldn't make a sound, but Lin Qingran was understanding and knew that she wanted to know who was the murderer of Lin Qingxuan.

Raising horses knows the nature of horses, and Aunt Hua knows what kind of temperament her son has. With Lin Qingxuan's pity on his life, even if no one in the world can survive by taking poison and committing suicide, he will live in a shameless manner.

suicide?

Even if Aunt Hua was killed, she wouldn't believe it.

Lin Qingran curled her lips silently, paused each word, and although she uttered the words in a low voice, she couldn't be more clear: "The person who killed your son is—Lin, Qing, Xi!"

Aunt Hua's pupils shrank, and the blood in her bodyguard flowed backwards. As if she had suffered a huge injury, she suddenly raised her eyes, stared at Lin Qingran, shook her head vigorously, and said, "Woooo..."

Lin Qingran didn't think that Aunt Hua would believe her as soon as she said it. Of course, the more she refuses to believe it now, the greater the pain she will suffer. For a mother, what is better than brotherhood? Can you be even more heartbroken?

It was rare for her to explain to Aunt Hua kindly, and she said in a low voice: "I don't believe it, right? To be honest, I didn't believe it when I first heard it. The third brother’s life. It’s my fault to say it, I shouldn’t have joked with the fourth sister yesterday, saying that only one of her and the third brother can survive. I said this and forgot, who knows…”

She shook her head and sighed, with a look of regret, but she couldn't hide the smile in her eyes: "If you want to say that the fourth sister and Aunt Hua are really similar, you are cruel and cruel, and it is not in vain that you have cultivated and told the truth over the years. , if there is no aunt, you teach by example, how can the heart of the fourth sister be as vicious as it is now, even her own brother can kill him without hesitation! As the saying goes, the biggest contributor to the death of the third brother is not someone else. It is you, Aunt Hua!"