Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

Chapter 3059 Xiaoman (You Don’t Deserve It)

Xiao Huang continued, "So her body is still able to stand and can still supply blood to Ye Cong, but she died a long time ago."

"What drives her to stay by Ye Cong's side should be her obsession and resentment."

Hu Xiaoman looked at Fu Ruoying, who was holding a sword and walking slowly towards Ye Cong step by step.

"Her obsession is Senior Sister Fu Ruoying, right?"

"She wanted to help Senior Sister Fu Ruoying escape from this endless darkness. She hoped her mother could live under the sunshine and breathe fresh air freely."

Hu Xiaoman squatted down and put his hand on the little girl's forehead. Suddenly, a wisp of gray smoke floated out and wrapped around Hu Xiaoman's fingertips.

Hu Xiaoman looked at the gray obsession and murmured to himself, "So this is your obsession."

Hu Xiaoman looked at his senior brother Chen Heng, who had been accompanying Senior Sister Fu Ruoying and walking towards Ye Cong step by step.

She retracted her gaze and said to the gray obsession, "I understand. I will ask Senior Brother for his opinion."

The gray obsession wrapped around Hu Xiaoman's wrist again.

A childish voice sounded in Hu Xiaoman's mind again.

Then Hu Xiaoman nodded and said to Chu Zhaole, "Third Brother, let her go!"

Chu Zhaole stared at the gray obsession on Hu Xiaoman's wrist, opened his mouth, but said nothing. He slowly put the little girl's body on the ground, stood up, and took two steps back.

A golden light flashed from Hu Xiaoman's fingertips, turning into a sharp blade and cutting towards the little girl's wrist.

In an instant, thick black blood gushed out from her wrist.

"She didn't want this dirty blood to remain in her body."

Chu Zhaole nodded.

"Junior Sister, there's still one thing I don't quite understand."

Hu Xiaoman: "Well, Third Brother, you ask."

Chu Zhaole: "Since she has already died, she is only relying on obsession and resentment to keep on, making Senior Sister Fu Ruoying believe that she is not dead yet."

"Does Ye Cong know?"

"If Ye Chong knew that she had already died and was only supported by obsession and resentment, then why would he still use the evil blood-exchanging technique on the little girl?"

Hu Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and looked at Xiao Huang.

Xiao Huang immediately explained: "Ye Cong probably doesn't know that she is dead."

"That's why she was injected with other people's blood again and again."

"This obsession and resentment are powerful!"

Xiao Huang looked at the gray obsession wrapped around Hu Xiaoman's wrist and whispered, "Generally, obsession cannot be transformed into qi."

“But she was able to transform into gray gas, and even crush the foul energy in Ye Cong’s body, making him unaware of her dead aura.”

Xiao Huang suddenly realized something and looked forward to trying to encourage Ye Cong who was screaming.

"From what I know, the evil Zizi technique is very powerful, but Ye Cong can't even defeat my young master."

"This means that since the little girl's death, all the heart blood Ye Cong absorbed has been useless."

"That's why he's so weak!"

Hu Xiaoman: “…”

Is that so?

Wasn't it because she had merged with Guaiguai's power that she beat him to pieces with the iron chain?

But think about it, although she is very powerful after integrating the power of Guaiguai, Ye Cong fell down after being hit by one blow, which shows that she is indeed weak.

At this moment, Hu Xiaoman and Chu Zhaole's eyes fell on the little girl's face. She looked haggard, with long and messy hair, a bloody hole in her chest, and her body was shrinking.

Although she was a child born from darkness and deformity, she possessed the tenacity of Senior Sister Fu Ruoying.

She was using her own method to stop Ye Cong.

"My fellow disciples, can you let me take the final blow?"

Fu Ruoying finally walked in front of Ye Cong, and her weak voice sounded behind the many disciples.

The disciples who were holding Ye Cong hostage turned around and nodded silently one by one.

They are very sad and painful at this moment.

But their sadness and pain were too insignificant compared to the sadness and pain of Senior Sister Fu Ruoying in front of them.

Led by Elder Fu and Xie Ze, the disciples surrounding the front retreated to both sides.

Fu Ruoying dragged the sword, and the sword made a harsh sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Ye Cong, who had been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, had both eyes gouged out.

Someone cut off the other ear, leaving only half of it.

"Ying..."

Ye Cong was barely able to utter a single word when Fu Ruoying, who was standing in front of him, raised the sword in her hand and, using all her strength, thrust the sword fiercely into Ye Cong's heart.

The sound of the sword piercing flesh and blood rang in everyone's ears.

The whole place was silent!

Fu Ruoying's white hair was stained with blood.

Although her voice was weak, it was like a ghost from the underworld, carrying endless sadness and anger.

"Ye Cong, don't call my name with that filthy mouth of yours again!"

"You do not deserve!"

She slowly stirred the sword, as if stirring a mass of black, smelly meat paste.

"what……"

"Bitch, bitch, I, I am your father...father..."

Fu Ruoying laughed heartily, her blood-stained white hair fluttering in the wind, and the shattered hair was clearly visible on her face.

"Father?"

"It's nothing but a beast!"

She pulled out the sword violently, and then stabbed it into Ye Cong's heart again, with the blade facing upwards, and the next moment she split him in half.

Many disciples were so frightened by the bloody scene that they turned around and dared not look.

Those whose loved ones were hurt took a deep breath.

Ye Cong's tragic death did not make them feel any better.

After all, those people they once loved will never come back.

Fu Ruoying turned around and looked at Chen Heng, who had been standing beside her. She slowly placed the sword in his hand and said apologetically, "Big Brother, I'm sorry for dirtying your sword."

As she finished speaking, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Heng immediately picked her up by the waist, his eyes red as he shook his head slightly.

"It's okay, it's okay. No matter how dirty this sword is, it's still my sword. Once it's cleaned, it will still shine brightly."

Fu Ruoying smiled and shook her head weakly: "It can't be wiped clean. It will never be clean."

"Big Brother, I want to go see Little One."

Chen Heng nodded, his voice thick with unremovable sadness: "Okay!"

Chen Heng picked up Fu Ruoying, who had white hair and was covered in blood, and walked step by step towards the shriveled little thing lying on the ground.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were on the mother and daughter who had suffered so much from fate.

Chen Heng placed Fu Ruoying next to the little one.

Fu Ruoying used up her last bit of strength and turned her head to look at the child who, even though he had escaped from pain and could pass away, was unwilling to leave because of his obsession with her.

She took her cold little hand and said with a smile, "Little one, mother is here."