Chapter 308 Without her to coax me, I want to kill people every day...
Ning Fengsheng was anxious. This was the first person who could see her...
She had many questions to ask the old man, but Nanchuan Shijue didn't give her the chance.
"Nanchuan Shijue, stop the car, I want to get off! Nanchuan Shijue, can you hear me?"
Ning Fengsheng anxiously floated in front of Nanchuan Shijue and waved his hand.
However, the man could neither see nor hear her...
He was holding Ning Fengsheng in his arms, playing with her fingers...
There was clearly enough space in the car, but he insisted on putting her on his lap.
With one hand around the woman, he searched online with the other:
"The longer a vegetative patient remains in a coma, the lower their chances of waking up."
"The chances of a vegetative patient waking up after four years of sleep are extremely low and very rare."
"Unless a miracle happens, judging by global statistics..."
Nanchuan Shijue frowned, full of anger, and threw his phone aside.
"I want Owl Dog to die."
"Master, I have thrown the second young master into the snowy mountains as you instructed." Moss sighed.
"I want the old man to die!"
"The master is still in the ICU and his life is still in danger." Moss clicked his tongue.
"Notify me as soon as he dies." Nanchuan Shijue sneered, and the events of the day at the cemetery replayed themselves in his mind.
"I know the ashes are still in your hands. They are your mother's. How could you bear to let them go?" Nanchuan Jin stood in the rain, leaning on a dragon-headed cane, with a crazy flame burning in his turbid eyes.
He, the Lord Nanchuan, has been rampant in this world for twenty-eight years, and no one has ever dared to touch his reverse scale. However, Nanchuan Jin not only did he touch it, he also dared to threaten Ning Fengsheng's life.
In a rage, he had the grave dug up and the urn taken away.
He thought this would make Nanchuan Jin afraid to act rashly, but he forgot that a mad dog would not be reasonable.
The cross deep in the cemetery was icy cold. Nanchuan Shijue was hung on it with iron chains, and his wrists were bloody.
Rainwater mixed with blood poured into his mouth, and a fishy-sweet taste spread.
Nan Chuan Jin stood before him, toying with a dagger in his hand. The cold light on the blade was colder than a rainstorm. "If you don't hand it over, I will cut her face again and again, and make you watch your precious child turn into an ugly monster."
"Moss... give it to him." Nanchuan Shijue was covered in blood. "Just don't touch Ning Fengsheng!"
"Hahaha, you're really blackmailing me. How can a little bastard ever defeat your father?"
When the urn was handed to Nanchuan Jin——
Nanchuan Shijue's mouth curled up into an unnoticed sneer.
In the crevices of the urn's carvings lay the "Soul Eater" he had applied with his own hands—a secret recipe of deadly poison, colorless and odorless. Once it touched the skin, the internal organs would rot into mud within twelve hours.
He knew Nanchuan Jin too well.
This old guy's obsession is deep in his bones, and he will definitely carry the urn back to the grave himself.
Sure enough, Nanchuan Jin took the urn with trembling hands, and stroked the urn with his fingers again and again, as if he was touching a rare treasure.
He didn't let anyone touch it. He walked to the grave step by step and put the urn back personally.
I thought Nanchuan Jin was definitely dead.
I didn't expect that he was so lucky that he couldn't be killed like this -
Nanchuan Shijue regained his composure from his memories, his bony hands running through the woman's soft hair.
"Everyone who has offended you deserves to die, all of them deserve to die!"
"Ning Fengsheng, do you see my expression now? Your husband is very angry."
"How long are you going to play dead? Open your eyes and kiss me."
He was now like a wild beast out of control. Without her to coax him, he wanted to kill people every day...
His violent temper became increasingly uncontrollable, cruel and bloody.
If he continues like this, he will completely turn into a devil.
"Shengsheng..." He lowered his head and rubbed his nose against the top of her soft hair.
The sweet scent on her body dissipated his hostility...
That is the magic that belongs only to Ning Fengsheng.
Even if she only had one breath left, as long as she was close enough, she could calm the violence in his bones.
"Ning Fengsheng," he breathed in Ning Fengsheng's scent deeply, his tone carrying a hint of grievance that he himself didn't even notice, "Everyone bullies me."
Moss didn't dare to say anything——
Young Master, you tortured the Second Young Master to death today and even threw him into the snowy mountains to fend for himself.
Maybe the Second Young Master has frozen to death...
Who dares to provoke you and bully you?
"I heard that even vegetative people can dream," he suddenly chuckled, his fingertips sliding to her lower lip, gently pressing the bloodless softness, "Is there me in your dream? Or have you already found your next home to reincarnate, leaving me here alone?"
The person in her arms was still sleeping, as if the hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with her.
Nanchuan Shijue's patience has run out.
He pinched her chin and lifted it up, his pupils surging with desperate madness: "You don't kiss me, do you want me to cut off that old man's nonsense tongue?"
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"It seems you don't care anymore." His fingertips caressed her lips more and more gently, "Then I can only get it myself."
His lips covered hers—
He kissed her very lightly, prying her teeth open carefully with a tenderness that could not be refused.
And in the parking space behind him, the soul of Ning Fengsheng was sitting there, his heart beginning to ache again.
She wanted to escape, but her body was pulled by an invisible string. She could only watch the man, as handsome as a god, kissing the lifeless lips of "Ning Fengsheng".
She turned her face away and looked out the window. If she could see the old man again, she would like to ask him how to leave Nanchuan Shijue.
She didn't want to be his shadow anymore...
Seeing him loving another woman every day, her heart bleeds.
The sound of the man's kiss caressed her delicately for a long time before she heard his satisfied whisper: "Sure enough... only kissing you works."
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The convoy drove into the Rose Garden, and Nanchuan Shijue got out of the car holding the woman.
The mirror reflected his meticulous suit and the thin figure of the person in his arms. He adjusted the angle of his arm to let her lean more comfortably, and the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed.
Two servants came forward and tried to take the medical kit, but were frozen in place by his gaze.
"roll."
The soul of Ning Fengsheng followed behind and watched the servants flee the scene, and couldn't help but tilt his head.
This man was extremely gentle to Ning Fengsheng, but he was vicious and cruel to everyone else!
I'm curious if he was just as cruel to her while she was still alive!
The constant temperature system in the master bedroom has already been adjusted.
Nanchuan Shijue placed Ning Fengsheng on a large bed covered with silk sheets. He untied her skirt very gently, avoiding the places where the IV tubes had been inserted with his fingertips.
"Your temperature is a little low today," he wiped her gently, "The doctor said more massage can improve blood circulation. Look how thin you are. If you keep going like this, you'll be as thin as a steamed bun!"
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