Crossing fortune telling: Mental illnesses running in both directions

Murderous ghost No. 1, No. 2 & No. 3: “…” What the hell!

"How can the live broadcast be so exciting? Even her own son came back and she refused to look back?" Shen Zhinian stared at the back of Madam Hou's head, who refused to look back, and rubbed his chin.

Then he suddenly realized and said, "Oh~~~ So it was the highlight shot where Xicheng Hou killed his own relatives for the sake of his mistress, but ended up giving up his love with great pain."

Madam Hou turned around instantly, her eyes wide open: "You!!!"

Shen Zhinian narrowed his eyes: Just one sentence made the unscrupulous lady who pretended to be dead feel anxious and upset. The young master was indeed too good.

The curse words were almost at the bottom of her throat, but the Marquis' wife came to her senses, and the fierce words on her lips became powerless, even showing some weakness like a rookie: "...Don't go too far..."

Although she didn't know what this mistress meant, she knew it wasn't a good thing just from the words of Shen Zhinian, who disliked their family.

Besides, that painful parting... is that how the word is used? !

Thinking that she might never have a happy life again, the marquis’s wife almost fainted on the spot.

But now her last hope was only from the Sun Moon Valley, so she had no choice but to suppress her pride as a noble lady from the capital and beg humbly.

The little firecrackers who have always been the most protective of their shortcomings rushed to the front, and with their little mouths, they poked people in the eyes, making them look for their heads all over the floor.

Fu Guanci pushed Duan Tinghan with an amused look on his face, followed behind him, crossed the threshold, and appeared in front of the Marquis's wife without any warning.

Duan Tinghan smiled at Madam Hou, who finally turned around with an expression as if she had seen a ghost. His voice was so gentle that it frightened her and made her tremble all over: "Madam Hou, it's been a long time... Oh, it seems like less than an hour has passed."

The person who should have been pushed off the cliff and his life or death was unknown, now appeared in front of everyone intact. The marquis's wife did not feel happy, but only felt a chill from head to toe.

Cold sweat instantly soaked her back. She looked around in horror and found that she was exposed. Everyone's eyes seemed to be on her at this moment.

The hands hidden in the sleeves were tightly clasped together, and the Marquis's wife said in a trembling voice: "Han, Han'er...please listen to mother's explanation..."

Duan Tinghan's smile became softer and he reminded her seriously, "I've already said that you and I no longer have any relationship."

After this incident, the deathly aura all over the young man's body dissipated instantly, and the good fortune that originally belonged to him seemed to have returned to his body at the moment he received treatment, and his life was no longer in danger.

He has a gentle, elegant and noble temperament. He seems to be different from before, yet it seems as if nothing has changed.

He just looked at her like this, without hatred or anything else, so calm that it made people uneasy.

There was only a hint of helplessness in those eyes, as if saying, how could there be such a shameless person in the world, aren't you the mistress of that mistress?

As for who that second mother was, he now had some guesses.

He is serious...

An inexplicable voice fell in the Marquis's heart. The child whom she had ignored for a long time... but whom she had been looking forward to from the beginning, was actually willing to abandon his identity as the eldest son of the Marquis of Xicheng and no longer acknowledged her.

Just for a child adopted from someone else...is it really worth it?

This was the first time that the Marquis’ wife felt regretful. Why had she neglected her children so completely over the years?

Even just now, even though she clearly knew that it was Zhuo'er who stole Han'er's life, her first thought was... Han'er was obviously saved and would be fine in the future, why was she still fussing about it and was determined to kill Zhuo'er?

What Mrs. Hou didn't know was that her luck had returned to her body, and the influence she had received from Duan Tingzhuo had finally begun to weaken.

But over the years, she had become estranged from Duan Tinghan and even hated him sincerely because of Duan Tingzhuo's repeated frame-ups.

It was she who wanted a healthy, well-behaved and sensible child to consolidate her position in the Marquis's Mansion. It was also she who decisively gave up paying attention to and cultivating Duan Tinghan when she learned that Duan Tinghan's health was getting weaker.

No one had ever forced her to do these things.

Although she is a victim, she is also a perpetrator who is on the other side for her own selfish desires.

Shen Zhinian tilted his head and said, "Who did the Marquis' wife bury just now? Did the Marquis of Xicheng die, or was it that mistress?"

Speak of Cao Cao, and he will appear immediately.

Xicheng Hou, who was carried all the way by the puppet, was in excruciating pain, but he still held on to a glimmer of hope and waited for the pieces to be put together. However, as soon as he entered the door, he saw the tragic news - Duan Tinghan had come back from the dead.

Facts have proven that the person who did something bad has a more exaggerated expression than the guilty person who knows the outcome but accepts it.

When he saw this extraordinarily handsome boy, his eyes widened so wide that people were afraid that his eyeballs would fall out of their sockets.

He was so angry that he vomited blood and looked like he was about to die on the spot.

He was in so much pain, so angry, and so scared. These three things happened at the same time, and he couldn't die even though he wanted to!

It was truly unexpected that Marquis Xicheng appeared in front of everyone in this state.

He was in such an arrogant state just an hour ago. Tsk tsk tsk, I can only say it was fate... It doesn't seem so regrettable.

All the scumbags should die!

It was so exciting that Shen Zhinian was eager to watch the show while it was hot, so he flew on his sword and took the victim with him all the way, fearing that he would miss even a little bit.

As it turns out, this scene is very worthy of the young master's efforts.

I saw the man being carried on the central bed by the puppet. His face was as pale as paper and extremely ugly. His teeth were clenched tightly, as if he was desperately trying to endure the painful sound that was about to burst out of his throat. At this moment, even breathing became a fatal suffering.

The most terrifying thing was his lower body. The entire hem of his clothes was stained with blood. Perhaps the puppeteer felt that the scene was a bit indecent, so he covered the key part with a large leaf.

Anyway, it looks really hurt.

Especially at the most vulnerable moment, when you meet the person you least want to see.

Shen Zhinian controlled her gaze, not looking at anything inappropriate, and asked sincerely: "Where is it empty? I really don't know."

[Please allow me to show a meaningful, evil and crazy smile·jpg·]

Fu Guanci: "..."

He stroked his chin with interest: "I haven't even said it's empty yet, Senior Sister, you know it now?"

Shen Zhinian opened his eyes, not pretending to be anything but empty, and pointed at the projection screen that was transformed into the magic weapon in front of him and said, "No, no, this is not the scene where Third Junior Brother wields his sword bravely, which is deeply rooted in everyone's heart."

Speaking of Duan Tinghan, a real young boy who was only fourteen years old without any false age added, the two looked at each other silently.

emm...

Then he gave the same business-like smile and expressed his sincere admiration.