The fake daughter became popular by metaphysics (MTL)

Chapter 68

Chapter 68 Past events.

    From the moment Chen Wanqing was imprisoned here, she would no longer have extravagant hopes. She knew that she would never see her daughter in her life. In Chen Wanqing's heart, she was ashamed of that child. She can't say that all parents in the world love their children, but she must be.

    Imprisoned for nearly two decades, she dreams of her daughter almost every day.

    The young child in her dream grew up step by step and turned into a slim big girl.

    Chen Wanqing thought, this is probably the 20 years she has not been with her daughter.

    Later, she would fantasize in her mind that her daughter would find a boyfriend who would be nice to her, that they would get married and have children of their own.

    I just don't know if their family of three would be willing to bring a bunch of flowers to her tombstone on Qingming Festival and burn some paper money for her and her husband.

    Chen Wanqing had imagined such a scene countless times, but those scenes never included Ruan Jiao standing in front of her and recognizing her one day.

    Chen Wanqing raised her head with difficulty, her eyes were covered with a layer of mist. She struggled, and the silk thread tightened her wrist. Although no trace could be seen, Chen Wan's lips instantly turned whiter. The woman seemed to be completely unaware, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Aye, Aye, wake up... wake up and see our daughter.

    " Jiao's eyes turned towards the voice in an instant, and only then did she find it strange. There are two bells hanging from the top two corners of each execution rack. As the sound of the bell shaking became more and more rapid, Chen Wanqing's face became whiter and paler, and there was a deep pain in her eyes. She whimpered a few times, the pain showing from her trembling body and voice.

    Ruan Jiao was startled, she quickly stepped forward and held the execution frame: "Don't get excited, I'm right here."

    Chen Wanqing stared at her blankly, tears streaming down her eyes. She didn't know how long she watched before she cried, "It's my child, I'm sorry, Mom I'm sorry for you..."

    Sadness can contagious people.

    Cheng Li on the side looked at the scene in front of him and couldn't help pursing his lips. She was born happy, unlike Ruan Jiao, who had been changed since she was a child, and finally returned home and found that her parents had disappeared long ago. As a result, now that I have found it, Mother Ruan is so uncomfortable. She gently pulled Huo Nanzhou's arm and asked in a low voice, "Is there no way to put them down?" Hanging like

    this, she was very tired.

    Cheng Li's voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in Ruan Jiao's ears. In fact, Ruan Jiao was thinking about this, she comforted Chen Wanqing for a while, but Chen Wanqing fainted probably because she was so weak. Ruan Jiao sighed and gently stroked the woman's long hair before turning around and chatting with the old man just now.

    Hearing Ruan Jiao's question, the old man smiled and said, "I didn't expect people to come here someday. This execution rack is actually a killing circle, do you see the bell on it? The bell rings for two hours every day. The silk thread that hoops us within an hour will strangle our body... If we struggle, we will be like a girl."

    "This killing formation is actually very easy to crack, just take off the bell on it.

    " After so many years, this place seems to be isolated, and no strangers ever pass by. Even if someone came in, ordinary people such as Cheng Lihuo Nanzhou would not be able to see them. It can be said that the people who created this killing array are torturing them in this way, to torture them to death.