Princess Against the World

"Who says he's not dead?" Mrs. Lian's eyes instantly turned ferocious, and she gritted her teeth and said, "I hate him so much. He has ruined my life. I want to eat his flesh, drink his blood, peel off his skin and bones... …How could he still be alive if he fell into my hands?”

"Because you haven't finished your work, how can you be willing to let him die?"

"Nonsense, I don't need him for what I want to do!"

"He is the only person who knows the whereabouts of the Divine Lord! If you want to seek revenge from the Divine Lord, you must ensure that he is alive... Mrs. Lian, you are not willing to kill him!"

"..." Mrs. Lian's expression changed again.

She looked at Ling Luoyu intently and didn't speak for a long time.

Finally, he nodded.

"Now I understand a little bit why Lu Ming chose you as his ally! But you also guessed something wrong. I hate the Lord of God and want to take revenge on him, but after all, he is still the father of my child! "

"The father of your child?" Ling Luoyu smiled: "I thought that for someone of your rank, madam, men would have become a hindrance to you drawing the sword. I didn't expect you to talk about feelings like this!"

"What emotions are you talking about? Emotions!" Feng Chenglin sneered disdainfully on the side: "Didn't Mrs. Lian make it very clear just now? The Lord of God has no feelings for her. He just gave birth to a child through the surrogate mother's womb. Mr. Lu That's what makes two people happy, right, Mrs. Lian?"

"Damn fat man, you know what a fool. Women are soft-hearted. They love their children from the bottom of their hearts and want to give their children a father..."

"I can understand it as a father, it is necessary, but the crux of the problem is that the father must also want the child and the mother! If someone only wants the child and not the mother, then the mother is talking about emotions here... …Isn’t it a joke?!”

The two of them sang together and did not give Mrs. Lian any face.

"Fat man, watch your words!"

"Ouch, I said too much!" Feng Chenglin covered his mouth in an exaggerated manner.

He looked like a talkative woman who gossiped about people behind their backs. It was a bit embarrassing to be caught in front of others, but it was more of a joke.

"Mrs. Lian, don't misunderstand me. I have no other meaning, and I'm not talking about you... I just discussed the matter and expressed my own thoughts. If what I said is wrong or makes you unhappy, you must not Haihan, don’t take it personally..."

These words fanned the flames and made Mrs. Lian's eyes dodge, and she didn't know how to answer.

If she answered the call, wouldn't it be tantamount to admitting that these two people were talking about her? !

But if we don't speak, there will always be a feeling in our hearts that we are stabbing at one breath, unable to get up, unable to get down, and feeling suffocated.

"You don't need to say such things. I know what you mean. I'm not doing anything on a whim or superficially. I really don't want to hurt my son!"

Ling Luoyu and Feng Chenglin looked at each other.

That look is clearly——

...act, you continue to act!

...You are the protagonist, and you wrote the script, so you can say whatever you want!

...You say it's for your son, just for your son. Who can argue with you?

…

The look in the eyes of the two people made Mrs. Lian feel a little guilty for no reason.

"I know that the Lord of God uses me as a fertility tool to give birth to a son for him and carry on his family line..."

"Well, Mrs. Lian, you three have such a messy emotional dispute... there's no reason to mess with us, right?" Feng Chenglin interrupted her.