The Divine Healer is a Black Lotus

"My father will be back!" The young man said suddenly, his voice was too hoarse, he didn't know if he was too thirsty, or he was in the stage of changing his voice, anyway, it was like the voice of a crow, and everyone who heard it panicked.

The woman laughed out loud as if hearing a joke, "You still count on your father?"

The boy's body was slightly stiff, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Fortunately, he has been away from home for many years, otherwise, I'm afraid that you, the disaster star, will fail the exam, and he will not become the number one scholar today, and I will have no chance to become the wife of the number one scholar." The woman sneered.

The young man trembled slightly.

The woman continued: "Your father asked our family to meet up in the capital, and specifically told me not to bring you two mother and son, for fear that a tuberculosis ghost or a disaster will affect his official career."

The woman seemed to have thought of something suddenly, took out a piece of paper from her bosom, and threw it to the young man, "By the way, this is a divorce letter from your father to your mother. From now on, you two will have nothing to do with our family." Relationship, roll as far as you can."

After saying that, the woman turned around and entered the mansion proudly.

At that moment, the straw mat moved.

A skinny woman crawled out with difficulty, and reached out to pick up the divorce letter.

When you see the words above.

Her eyes widened and her whole body trembled.

Those pale lips trembled slightly.

"Mother..." The boy crawled over nervously.

She raised her hand suddenly, as if she was about to grab something.

"Wei... Wei Hang, you... good... good..."

Before he finished speaking, his hand suddenly dropped, and he died directly.

Her eyes, which were supposed to be gentle, were wide open, full of unwillingness and resentment.

"Mom!" The boy yelled.

However, the woman was completely unable to respond to him.

The young man's face was full of resentment and despair.

Those overly dark eyes are even more like a pool of stagnant water at this moment.

Hua Jiujiu looked into those eyes, thought of Lou Sijin inexplicably, and then felt a little distressed.

Little boy, shouldn't be so dead silent!

She walked over and squatted beside the woman.

When he saw the woman's appearance clearly, he looked up at the mansion behind them.

What kind of place is it that would torture such a beautiful and gentle woman into such a state.

"She's dead." Hua Jiujiu said lightly.

The boy looked at her fiercely, his eyes were full of attack, obviously he didn't want to hear such words.

Hua Jiujiu sighed silently.

How could she not understand the boy's thoughts.

"Are you also unloved?" Hua Jiujiu asked.

The boy lowered his head, and the emotion in his eyes became even more desperate.

"Are you willing to bear the infamy of a disaster star for the rest of your life, you are willing for your mother to die with hatred, you are willing for your enemy to be the wife of the number one scholar you want, and you are willing for a certain person to be prosperous, rich, and smooth all his life?"

Every sentence pierced the boy's heart like a knife.

His eyes, which were originally dead, were gradually filled with anger and unwillingness.

Not reconciled!

Not reconciled to death!

Hua Jiujiu's voice was a bit cold, "Rather than kneeling here and waiting to die, it's better to stand up and take revenge."

The boy raised his head sharply.

Those dark eyes contained a strong desire to survive.

Hua Jiujiu was slightly taken aback.

Such a strong desire to survive.

If that person can do the same...

"What... what should I do?" There was pleading and dependence in the boy's eyes.

It seemed that she was the last straw, and he could only hold on to her tightly.