Chapter 887 (1/2)

However, from then on, her life of Nalan Feixue will no longer have light, and she will not need light.

She will devote herself to the devil and accompany with hell. She is only willing to recover the blood debt from those who are sorry for her.

Nalan Feixue slowly steps down the stairs and is about to go to Zhu's other courtyard when suddenly a figure comes.

It was a dirty, hairy madwoman, smelling rotten.

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

Nalan Feixue was going to kick away the madwoman's action.

She crouched down in disbelief and pulled out the woman's scattered hair.

A burst of sour smell mixed with the smell of bloody decay came, under the hair is an old and strange face.

Murong Yaru, once Nalan's wife, was noble, elegant and solemn, but the woman in front of her had sunken cheeks, wrinkled face and gray hair on her temples.

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

She stared at Mrs. Nalan for a long time, and saw her confused eyes, even in front of her eyes, she kept whispering ”flying snow”, obviously out of mind.

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

Mrs. Naran is the only one in the world who really treats her well.