Chapter 887 (1/2)

However, from now on, her life of Nalan Feixue will never have light, nor need light.

She will devote herself to the devil, accompany with hell, and only ask for the blood debt from those who are sorry for themselves.

Nalan walked slowly down the stairs and was about to leave for Zhu's other courtyard when suddenly a figure came.

It was a dirty, hairy lunatic with a rotten smell.

As soon as she grasped Nalan's skirt, she immediately murmured in a hoarse voice, ”flying snow Let me see flying snow My daughter's flying snow Please let me see my daughter! ”

Nalan Feixue was going to kick this crazy woman out of action.

She squatted down in disbelief and brushed away the woman's scattered hair.

A smell of sour and bloody rotten came to my face. Under my hair was an old and strange face.

Murong Yaru, the former Naran lady, was noble, elegant and solemn, but the woman in front of her eyes had sunken cheeks, wrinkled face and grey hair on her temples.

However, Nalan Feixue recognized that it was Murong Yaru, her mother.

She stared at Madame Nalan for a long time, and saw her turbid and blurred eyes. Even if she was in front of her eyes, she could not stop murmuring ”flying snow”, which was obviously out of her mind.

Even though Nalan Feixue has now lost her heart and sold her soul to the devil, seeing such a mother, she can't help shaking her soul.

Madame Nalan is the only one in the world who really treats her well.