"Who is it?" Lu Wujiu paused for a moment.

Song Qian removed his mask, his eyes slightly red and upturned at the corners, half of his face contorted like a demon. Reeking of alcohol, he suddenly said to Lu Wujiu, "Give me a kiss and I'll tell you!"

"Then I'll kill you!"

Lu Wujiu stared at Song Qian's pockmarked face.

Sorry, but if you let him kiss him, he'd be willing to die.

Song Qian shook his head violently: "How about we wait a bit? Let the young widow kiss me, and I'll..."

Lu Wujiu lost control of the knife in his hand; if he didn't want to live anymore, then he should just die!

He applied slight pressure with the curved knife in his hand.

Suddenly someone blocked my way.

Seeing Su Jiaoniang beside him, a bad feeling rose in his heart: "Don't stop me, he deserves to die..."

“I know.” Su Jiaoniang stared at Song Qian.

"You don't need to make things difficult for the Regent anymore; you're now deliberately seeking death to make life unbearable for more people."

We care a lot about the person who helped us, we might even consider it a belief, right?

Only then, when we learn the truth, will we feel the same pain as you, question the meaning of life, and even be afraid to believe.

"You're so smart and clever, I've fallen for you. Why don't you come with me?" Song Qian was still being sarcastic even now.

Su Jiaoniang glanced at his bleeding lower body.

Suddenly, she turned to look at the pagoda.

In the original work, Futu is also a madman.

What were his feelings at that time?

Compared to Song Qian in front of us, who is more hateful and more pitiful?

Su Jiaoniang couldn't come up with a solution for a moment.

Fu Tu felt a chill run down his spine. Under that scrutinizing gaze, he felt as if everything about him had been seen through, and he had no dignity whatsoever.

In the instant he questioned his existence, the intense gaze fixed on him vanished.

Su Jiaoniang decided to love her child a little more.

Futu lacked love in the original world, and she will make up for it in this life.