[People, don't rely on luck, and don't do bad things, because it will become addictive and harm yourself.]
"Bitch, it's all your fault, it's all your fault." Duanmu Lun, with disheveled hair, grabbed the dirty-clothed Qi Jingshan and kicked her, cursing wildly.
"If you hadn't seduced me, none of that would have happened. It's all your fault. Why don't you just die?"
He was so angry that he picked up the broken bowl at hand and smashed it on Qi Jingshan's head.
Qi Jingshan wanted to resist, but she hadn't eaten for a long time and had no strength at all.
In addition, Duanmu Lun was in a frenzy and his strength was too great for her to shake.
"What, bitch? You still want to resist? You don't know whether you live or die." Duanmu Lun increased the strength in his hands, and the bowl, which was already fragile, was directly broken.
He took the shard in his hand and scraped it towards Qi Jingshan's face: "Don't you like to seduce men? Let's see how you can seduce men without this face."
"Ahhhhh!!!" Qi Jingshan screamed, her eyes full of fear and a burning pain coming from her face.
"Ah, please, Eighth Prince, please let me go, let me go."
He tried hard to block the debris that kept coming towards his face with his hands. His already gray face looked even more miserable and ugly after being nourished by the blood.
Duanmu Lun laughed crazily, and his handsome face became horrifically hideous.
"Let you go, let you go, who will let me go, you damn bitch." As he said that, he slashed again, this time directly from the nose to the left side of the cheek.
The bloody wound instantly pierced Qi Jingshan's already painful nerves, causing them to collapse severely.
It hurts so much, it hurts so much, who comes to save her, who comes to save her, she doesn’t want to die, she doesn’t want to die.
Duanmu Lun looked like he had found some fun toy, and his eyes became brighter as he stared at Qi Jingshan.
He looked at the fragments in his hand, then looked at Qi Jingshan, grinning and laughing happily.
But this appearance frightened Qi Jingshan so much that she trembled all over. She instinctively stepped back, wanting to escape from the scene, but she was being held tightly and couldn't move at all.
“No, no, no, no, ahhhhh.”
Looking at the big hand reaching out to him, he couldn't help but scream.
Duanmu Lun, however, was happy that the louder Qi Jingshan screamed and the more terrifying her expression was, the more excited he became.
He grabbed her clothes and pulled them off in a few seconds, leaving only her underwear.
Looking at the clean and delicate skin in front of him, the sickness in his eyes became more serious.
"What are you doing, ah!" Qi Jingshan fell to the ground in pain as the fragments pierced her waist with her last bit of strength.
Looking at the bright red blood flowing out, Duanmu Lun simply lay down and licked it with his tongue.
Once the blood stopped flowing, he used the fragments to cut another cut, as if he was treating it as a game and having a lot of fun.
When Qi Jingshan was in a trance, all that remained was resentment and hatred.
She has been ignored since she was born, and she is unwilling to accept this. They are all the Marquis's children, so why should she be ashamed? So she wants revenge.
Seeing that the whole family had died, she was very happy, extremely happy.
But why didn't Qi Xunmi die, and instead came to destroy everything for her? Now she has fallen to this point, she is not convinced.
If... If she had another chance, she would strangle that bitch Qi Xunmi to death with her own hands.
And Duanmu Lun, that ungrateful bastard, they all deserve a horrible death, a horrible death.
Qi Jingshan closed her eyes in resentment and lived in resentment until the end.
But she never thought about who was responsible for all this. If her mother had not plotted against Marquis Qi, how could she have been unloved since childhood?
If she hadn't harbored evil thoughts when she grew up and become the one who pushed for the death of the Zhonghou Mansion, how could Xunmi have wanted to kill her?
In the final analysis, it was all her own fault.
Duanmu Lun seemed completely unaware that the owner of the body he was still teasing was breathing so weakly that he was almost non-existent.
He was like a tireless honey collector. Soon, Qi Jingshan's fair body was covered in blood.
In the dirty, messy and overgrown palace, on the other side, there was the imperial concubine who was still beautiful, and did not panic even in her miserable state. Only her eyes had lost their luster.
But when he saw Duanmu Yurong huddled in a corner not far away, hugging himself in fear, he immediately felt a sense of ridicule.
"Duanmu Yurong, have you ever thought that one day it would become like this?" She had thought about it, ever since she decided to kill this thing.
However, it was a little different from what she expected. If she failed, she would be killed by Duanmu Yurong. Actually, it was still okay now.
Although her house was raided and all her relatives were exiled, at least she was able to survive.
No matter what, it is better to live a miserable life than to die. Who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe you can turn things around.
Duanmu Yurong's edges and corners have been smoothed out over the past month. His obese body has also declined significantly due to not being able to eat well during this period and the worries he has faced.
His sunken cheeks and dark bags under his eyes were enough to show how hard his life was.
Although he was still wearing the dragon robe, he did not feel happy at all, because this was a blatant mockery and revenge against him.
He imprisoned him then, and now he pulls him down from the throne and imprisoned him.
It was telling him blatantly that even if he had been in that position for more than 20 years, he would have to step aside if he wanted to.
He hated it and was unwilling to accept it, but he also understood that it was a foregone conclusion and no one could turn things around.
Even if he could turn back time, he would still choose to go down this path, but this time, he would kill him directly and never give anyone the chance to hinder him.
"It's already this late, and you're still hoping for something. No wonder even if you get that position, you can only rely on others to keep it for you. It's really pitiful and lamentable."
The imperial concubine played with her nails, as if she was not in deep trouble.
"Shut up, you bitch. How good do you think you are?" Duanmu Yurong spat, her eyes red.
"Heh..." The imperial concubine sneered and waved to her crazy son.
"Huang'er, come here. There's another toy here. Don't just play with that one. It's easy to kill yourself. If you die, you won't have anything to play with."
The bewitching words instantly attracted Duanmu Lun, who was still lying on Qi Jingshan and drinking her blood.
"Mother, where?" He raised his head and saw the bloody mouth stained with red, which made Duanmu Yurong, who already had a bad premonition, tremble all over.
"You...bitch, what are you going to do?" Seeing her finger pointing at him, Duanmu Yurong became even more panicked.
His body, equally weak and without any strength left, struggled to get up, trying to avoid the crazy thing that was walking towards him.
But he was no match for Duanmu Lun, who ate his fill every day. Duanmu Lun pounced on him and bit him hard on the neck.
"Ah!!!" The terrified scream made the roof shake.
Xunmi and Duanmu Yulin, who had been watching the excitement on the roof, took a last look at their fate, looked at each other, and left quietly.
You reap what you sow, this is an eternal truth.
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