Chapter 1O51 (1/2)

”Cut!” At the command, the woman's bulging stomach was cut open. Suddenly, blood flowed like a flood. There was a tragic scream again and again in the room. There was a child in the abdomen, and the child's heart was beating faintly

”Ah!” In the dream, Feng Qian sat up fiercely, gasped heavily, and his head was full of sweat. He opened his hands, looked at his palms, trembled, and was very frightened.

He had a dream just now that he cut open a woman's stomach with a knife, and there were still living children in the woman's stomach.

Why? Why did he have such a dream? Why did he cut open a woman's stomach? Who is this man? Is that her? And the man as like as two peas in a month?

In those days, as like as two peas in a month, he often dreamed of a woman who was very poor in temperament, and the woman was very obedient to him in his dream and loved him.

At first, he dreamed about it once a few days, and then almost every night, and the dream became more and more real and closer to him. Sometimes after he woke up, he could not distinguish reality from dream for a long time, as if the woman had really lived with him. He even felt that there was still her warmth in the palm of his hand.

The troubled Feng Qianyue once asked an old monk in the temple why he often dreamed of a person he knew, but his temperament was very different from the real person. The old monk said eight words, ”if you think, you have a dream.”

He chewed these eight words carefully, and then came to the conclusion that in his heart, he was very eager to surrender to himself like the moon, so he woven a fake moon like the moon in his dream to live with him.

Hehe, he said with a smile, ”what's this? I made up a person I hate most to accompany me.”

After a long time, he got up, lit the candle in the room, brought a basin of water, prepared to wash his face, bowed his head, and saw himself in the water. His once handsome face no longer existed, and his face was thick and unbearable

He can't see the light. He can only live in exile for a lifetime. Living people are not like people and ghosts are not like ghosts. The throne, power has long gone from him, and all this——

It's all caused by the moon!

He knocked the basin over, staggered back two steps, and showed a ferocious expression on his face, ”even like the moon, I have a thousand Phoenix in this life, and I will die with you!”

He fell to the ground, clenched his fist, and a trace of hatred burst out of his eyes. He sat like this until dawn.

”Bang bang” at this time, his door rang, and a rude voice came from outside, ”bitch, don't get up and clean quickly and deduct all your monthly money!”

A cold light flashed across the bottom of Feng Qianyue's eyes. The next moment, he pushed open the door of the low house and saw a man with five big and three thick, spitting at him. He was Wang Bao, the steward of the backyard.

He quickly whispered yes.

Even like the moon, this is what you want. Let me fengqianyue be more humble than a humble person.

”It's cold. Send these charcoal to the lady and princess. Remember, how low your waist can bend, and be obedient like a dog. Do you hear me? ” Wang Bao put two baskets of charcoal in front of him and patted him on the face.

”Yes, I see.”