But Nalan Zhengze's expression was too determined, which made him realize that Nalan Zhengze must have bigger hole cards in his hand.
And this hole card will be very amazing. === At the same time, Nalan Feixue's room.
Nalan Feixue, who had been in a coma for a long time, finally slowly woke up.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw her sister Nalan Yurong and her mother, Mrs.
Nalan, sitting on the side.
Nalan Yurong's face was pale and haggard, but her eyes were amazingly bright, and there was incomparably fiery hatred in them.
And Mrs.
Nalan pressed a towel to her forehead, sobbing lowly, and kept murmuring: "My poor daughter, my poor children......"
Nalan Feixue's memory slowly returned, and what flashed in front of his eyes was the fat and obscene smiling face of Zhu Chongba, who was the last time he saw before he fell unconscious.
She screamed "ah", jumped up from the bed suddenly, and shouted loudly: "I don't want to marry that dead fat man, I will never marry that dead fat man, mother, big sister, you must save me, you must save me, woo woo woo ......"
When Mrs.
Nalan heard her daughter's cry, she couldn't hold back any longer, from a low sob, to a howl, "My poor Feixue, it's all that slut, how can the master be so ruthless, you are her own daughter......
How can I marry you to that kind of person......"
In the room, the cries of Nalan Feixue and Mrs.
Nalan came and went, full of despair, sadness, resentment and unwillingness.
"Don't cry!"
Suddenly, a cold, clear voice interrupted their crying.
Nalan Yurong, who had been sitting without making a sound, suddenly looked at the two of them and said coldly: "What's the use of just crying?"
Are you willing to be humiliated and manipulated by that slut in Nalan Suxi?
Feixue, do you really want to marry the dead fat man of the Zhu family?
” "Nope!
No!
No!
I don't want to!
Nalan Feixue shook her head frantically, threw herself down beside Nalan Yurong, and said anxiously, "Big sister, you have a way, right?"
Do you have a way to deal with that slut in Nalan Suxi?
Do you have a way for me not to marry that dead fat man?
” Nalan Yurong looked down at her sister's tear-stained face and looking at her with hope, and the corners of her mouth slowly hooked: "Okay, if you really don't want to marry that dead fat man, just do what I say."
I promise, as long as you do what I told you, I can not only let you not have to marry Zhu Chongba, but also let you become the prince's concubine as you wish. ” Nalan Feixue was overjoyed after hearing this, grabbed Nalan Yurong's hand, and shouted in a low voice: "I'll do it!"
I do!
Sister, as long as I don't have to marry that dead fat man, I'm willing to do anything!
” Nalan Yurong smiled with satisfaction, slowly lowered her head, and uttered a long series of whispers in her sister's ear.
Nalan Feixue's expression slowly changed from shock and panic to joy, and finally laughed: "Big sister, you are really the best!"
Don't worry, I'll get things done!
” After saying that, he quickly changed his clothes and rushed out of the room.
Nalan Yurong sat in place, looking at the back of her sister leaving, with a grim expression on her face, "Nalan Suxi, if you want to fight with me for His Royal Highness the Hades King, I want to see if you have this life!"
When His Royal Highness Hades knows that you have become a broken flower and a willow, will he still like you and marry you?
Hahaha......"