After reading my mind, my mother and my sisters went crazy

Fan Yitong was dragged by someone and he shouted in panic.

"Go ahead, cut this fool into pieces first."

"By the way... let me see if my sister, who puts love above all else, will feel bad?"

Murong Yue played with the exquisite armor in her hand and smiled leisurely.

"Murong Yue, no, you can't!"

"Bah! You vicious woman, let him go! If you have any grudges, come to me!"

Xu Shilin spat out a mouthful of blood and cursed angrily.

Murong Yue was not annoyed when she heard this. She waved her hand lightly, and immediately a jailer came forward with a big saw.

“Hula, hula…”

"Ah! Ah, mother, help me..." The sound of the saw cutting through muscles and bones was heard.

Blood foam splattered everywhere and wailing continued.

"Stop, stop! Murong Yue, stop it now!"

"No matter how much you hate me, the child is innocent!"

"He is your nephew, please let him go!"

After all, it was the child that I gave birth to after ten months of pregnancy.

When Xu Shilin saw Fan Yitong being tortured like this, his heart was broken.

Murong Yue remained unmoved upon hearing this.

She waved again gently.

The jailer chopped off one of Fan Yitong's legs, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

The tremendous pain caused Fan Yitong's head to tilt and he fainted completely.

"Ah! Murong Yue, you vicious bitch!" Seeing that Fan Yitong's life or death was unknown, Xu Shilin despaired.

"Murong Yue, you are so vicious and cruel, no wonder mother abandoned you!"

"Why do you always treat me coldly and even go so far as to snatch the emperor away from me? It's just jealousy."

"Murong Yue, you have been jealous of me from the beginning to the end. You are jealous that I was spoiled by my mother since I was a child. You are jealous that I received all the love from my mother, right?"

Xu Shilin screamed like crazy.

"You deserve it, Murong Yue, you deserve it!"

"A vicious and cruel woman like you is not worthy of being loved by everyone!"

"So what if His Majesty loves you deeply?"

"Emperors have always been fickle-hearted. How long will his sincerity towards you last? Hahahaha..."

"Murong Yue, I curse you to die a miserable death. Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go!"

Xu Shilin roared and cursed like a madman.

"You still have the energy to curse. It seems you are in good spirits!"

"You guys, go up and tell her to shut up!"

Murong Yue glanced coldly, and immediately a jailer came towards Xu Shilin with a pair of large tweezers.

……

On the other side, in Yikun Palace, Jiang Tiantian was holding a bottle of milk leisurely.

Suddenly, her heart moved slightly.

[Huh? Fan Yitong, the bully, is being tortured? ]

[At this moment, it would be better for him to be more sober. ]

[Let him feel the pain for the innocent children he had tortured and killed. After all, blood debt can only be repaid with blood! ]

Jiang Tiantian once brought divine punishment on Fan Yitong, and could clearly sense everything he had suffered.

[Hey, Fan Yitong, you damn bully! ]

[Next, I hope you can feel this pain clearly and deeply!]

Jiang Tiantian thought in her heart and waved her little hand slightly.

In the prison, Fan Yitong, whose consciousness was in a state of confusion, twitched violently.

"Hiss~ Where am I, young master?"

"Ah! Why does it hurt so much!"

"Oh, Master, I remember now. Jiang Xinlan, that stinky girl, actually attacked me. I will never let her go!"

Fan Yitong came to his senses and started cursing the first thing he did.

"Xiao, Xiaobao, you, you, you, are still alive? Have you recovered your sanity?"

At this moment, the tendons of Xu Shilin's hands and feet were all removed, and even the nails of his ten fingers were pulled out alive, and blood was dripping down.

"Hmm?" The familiar voice made Fan Yitong slightly stunned.

He wanted to get up, but found that he had no strength at all.

In the end, he could only try hard to turn over, but he fell off the tiger bench with a "bang".

“Ah~ah~hiss!”

The piercing pain made Fan Yitong's face distorted.

He then hurriedly looked around and realized that he was in a secret room.

On the walls of the secret room, there were countless torture instruments stained with blood.

Some of them seemed to be very old, and the bloodstains had turned dark brown.

All of this is not unfamiliar to Fan Yitong.

He lacked his mother's company since childhood, and his father Fan Shijie indulged in sensual pleasures all year round, beating and scolding him. Over time, he began to become a playboy.

But as time went on, he was no longer satisfied with physical satisfaction.

He prefers to see people with expressions of pain and despair.

Therefore, he liked to rob women the most. He would first watch them enjoy themselves in despair under him, and then kill them, watching the life in their eyes fade away bit by bit.

But he never imagined that one day he would become a fish on the chopping board.

"Who is it? Who is it? Let me go!"

Fan Yitong endured the excruciating pain and struggled, only to find that one of her feet was locked with a heavy iron chain.

As for the other foot, it had completely disappeared from the thigh, as if it had been cut off by something sharp.

"Oh, Xu Shilin, your silly son is really lucky. He is still alive."

"In that case, I will definitely entertain him well this time."

Murong Yue, who was sitting nearby, saw the unconscious Fan Yitong waking up and struggling to escape. The smile on her lips became more terrifying.

She winked at the jailer.

The jailer stepped forward again, holding a saw dripping with blood.

“No, no! No!”

This scene scared Fan Yitong so much that he almost lost his soul.

At this moment, he finally realized why he had lost an arm and a leg.

"Mother, mother, help me! I am your biological son, you must save me!"

Fan Yitong screamed in horror.

Although he didn't quite understand what had happened, he seemed to have heard his mother calling him Xiaobao.

His mother is his last straw.

"Xiaobao! Xiaobao!" Xu Shilin, who was dying, could hardly utter a word.

"Wen, Wenxiu, I order you to save, quickly save my Xiaobao!" Xu Shilin's voice was very small, as soft as a mosquito or fly.

Wenxiu was imprisoned in the Tianlao prison together with her.

After being brought in, Wenxiu successfully merged into the wall.

Unfortunately, Wenxiu’s ability is limited and he is unable to lead his people to escape from the wall.

In desperation, Xu Shilin let her escape and look for an opportunity to save herself.

But she never expected it.

What awaits her is witnessing her own children being tortured to death.

"Swish! Hiss!" The sharp cutting sound of the saw was heard.

"Ah! No! No!" Fan Yitong screamed in shock.

"Please, please, no matter who you are, please kill me, kill me!"

Fan Yitong pleaded with bloodshot eyes and a painful look on his face.

At this moment, his eyes were blood red.

Through the blood-red fog, he seemed to see the countless resentful souls who had been bullied and tortured by him.

They were dancing and rushing towards him, tearing every inch of his skin and gnawing at every inch of his flesh.

"No, no, don't, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Fan Yitong was frightened and insane, he waved his hands desperately to beg for mercy.

The next moment, with a "hiss", his last arm was cut off neatly, leaving blood all over the ground.