My Empress is My Bad Girl

Wei Heng and Hongluan both looked at Wu Liuer in shock.

On weekdays, Wu Liuer still loves Pepe very much.

At this time, is she patriarchal, or has she been so confused that she has completely forgotten the existence of her daughter, and only remembers that she has a newborn son?

But no matter what kind, it is enough to make Pepe sad.

She allowed Wu Liuer to hold herself and shake her head, and her eyes flickered.

"Auntie! Let go of her!" Hongluan hurriedly stepped forward and pushed Wu Liuer away, helping Peipei to sit aside.

Wu Liuer caught Hong Luan with a frantic expression: "Miss, why don't you save my son? You save him quickly, haven't you heard him crying?"

"I heard, I will save him. Auntie, please be quiet for a while."

Hong Luan turned her head and asked Zhu Feng, "How do you want to let the baby go?"

Zhu Feng rubbed his chin: "Well, let's change the way of playing. Anyway, Xiaoye has time today. I believe that at this moment, Aunt Wu only sees her as a precious son. I am curious, it is her own life Is it important, or is the son's life important?"

Hong Luan frowned: "What are you doing again?"

"Pick up the dagger." Zhu Feng lifted his chin and motioned Hong Luan to pick up the dagger that had been cut from the umbilical cord for the child, "Use this dagger to kill Aunt Wu."

Hongluan's eyes opened slightly: "What did you say?"

"I want to change your brother's life and kill Aunt Wu."

"You want me to kill someone? Do you think it's possible?" Hong Luan sneered, "Kill a person and change another person's life. I won't do this kind of thing!"

"Hehe, you are very backbone." Zhu Feng said to his subordinates with cold eyes, "Kill Aunt Wu."

"No, no!" Peppa called.

However, Zhu Feng ignored her.

His subordinates immediately walked to Aunt Wu and raised their knife--

Aunt Wu was not afraid at all, she kept struggling and yelling: "Let my son free, let my son go! You can kill me, but let my son go!"

puff--

The knife fell fiercely.

In Pepe's horrified scream, Aunt Wu tilted her head and fell down.

"Mother..." She crawled over, knelt in front of her, stretched out her hand to cover the blood that came out of her wound, but she couldn't believe the scene before her. She trembled and looked panic.

Hong Luan collapsed a little: "Zhu Feng, you lunatic, I have promised to follow you, why on earth are you doing this? Why!"

"Okay, dear girl, I know, you don't care about your father's concubines. They die, and they die if they die. The next thing is the highlight. Come on, hang Wei horizontally."

Two bearded men pulled Wei Heng up, **** his hands with thick hemp rope, and hung him from the beam of the house.

Hong Luan trembled in her heart and asked Zhu Feng, "What are you going to do?"

Zhu Feng pursed his lips: "Don't you care about those concubines, it doesn't matter, this time I choose the one you care about, you choose, you want your father to die, or the newborn brother to die."

Hongluan's face was pale, and she desperately shook her head: "No, I don't choose, I don't choose anyone!"

"Don't choose? Then let the two of them die together!" Zhu Feng raised the dagger and dropped the knife in his hand, cutting off a little finger of the baby boy.

The baby boy let out a heartbreaking cry.

"Don't!" Hong Luan collapsed, and slowly knelt to the ground, crying, "Why are you doing this and why!"