Fresh blood splashed onto Qing Huan's face, and the warmth spread all over his face, and soon, a biting cold came from his body.

The knife in Min Huizhu's hand pierced his shoulder, and the blade turned around in the bone. The wound went numb for a moment, and the stinging pain quickly swept through the whole body, causing Qing Huan to convulse from the pain.

Min Huizhu was covered in blood, her clothes, clothes, bed, and quilts all smelled of blood.

The sharp blade in her hand pierced Qing Huan's limbs one by one, cutting off his meridians, wishing to nail him to the bed, "Just because a man like you who was born so lowly is worthy of serving this saint?"

Qing Huan had no power to fight back, his son died before his eyes, his heart was ashes, he was dying, and his breath was like a thread: "I finally understand why the acting priest is unwilling to even touch you. In his heart, you are the number one card in Hualou. It's even worse, I can't even deal with you..."

This sentence seemed to have completely angered Min Huizhu, and with a wave of the sharp knife in her hand, Qing Huan's throat was completely cut off.

With the help of the faint light of the luminous stone, Min Huizhu looked at the corpse on the messy bed, and felt that this man died for nothing, but she still couldn't swallow it.

She was crazy, tore off the curtains in the house, smashed open the windows that were closed from the outside, and wanted to set the bedroom on fire...

Originally thought that this was where she and Qin Wuyan met, but unexpectedly, from the beginning to the end, she was just a joke...

Qin Wuyan, you are too deceitful!

When the guards sensed something was wrong and wanted to knock on the door, they found that the door had been locked from the inside.

Qin Wuyan ordered someone to kick open the door, and found that Min Huizhu was sitting in the bedroom with her hair disheveled, her face covered with blood, and her moon-white clothes had been stained bright red by the blood, like a manchurian flower blooming in luxury.

The guard stepped into the room with a candle and saw clearly the miserable state of the two people on the bed, one big and one small, his stomach churned and he almost vomited.

From head to toe, Qing Huan's body was about to be rubbed into a sieve by sharp knives, and there was hardly a single piece of good flesh, and the child lying in Qing Huan's arms had a blood hole in his chest, and the blood was still gurgling out, it was simply too horrible to look at. .

Seeing Qin Wuyan coming in, Min Huizhu raised her head slowly, her eyes were as red as flowers, "Qin Wuyan, you find a prostitute to replace yourself, do you want to humiliate me or yourself?"

Thinking of this person's identity, Min Huizhu felt sick for a while.

Qin Wuyan looked at the child lying in a pool of blood, clenched and loosened the hand hanging by his side, then clenched it again, and said coldly, "Go, don't appear in front of me in the future."

Min Huizhu's face was ashen, and she looked up at Qin Wuyan: "You have nothing to tell me?"

Qin Wuyan's eyebrows were cold, and his tone was sneering: "I should have told you, I have already told you, it's just that you don't believe it.

I don't want to have anything to do with you anymore, because you threatened me with the whole Min Mansion, I had no choice but to make such a bad move.

As for the child, I said at the beginning that the child in your belly is not my own.

Moreover, from the beginning, this seat has not made any promises to you.

Since you can threaten me, why can't I treat you in this way?

Aren't you happy before you know the truth? "

Min Huizhu listened silently, her nails dug deeply into her palm, her flesh was bloody, and her heart seemed to be crushed into thousands of pieces, unable to stick together.

She murmured: "A prostitute, a lowly prostitute, is also worthy of defiled this saint..."