Rebirth of the eldest daughter

Chapter 851 No one can bully my mother

Xiao Chuanyi is still young and cannot keep up with Ce Rong.

Yu Heng, who was slightly older, rushed out quickly and led Cerong to the yard where Zhao Xiang was imprisoned.

"Hurry up! This way!"

The two of them quickly ran to the small courtyard.

"what--!"

In the yard, Bai Chenshuang's painful wails could be heard.

Cerong's eyes were instantly covered with red bloodshot eyes.

As if he was crazy, he clenched the wooden sword in his hand and rushed towards the room at the fastest speed in his life.

Just when he stopped walking, he froze.

I saw his biological father, that animal/beast-like biological father, hitting his mother hard with a thick piece of wood.

The blow was so hard that blood splattered with every blow.

"Do not……"

Ce Rong's eyes were about to burst, his throat was gurgling, and he struggled to squeeze out a word.

"no no……"

He didn't seem to say anything else, just repeating the word.

Later, tears slowly rolled down his eyes.

When Zhao Xiang saw him, not only did he not shy away, but he smiled provocatively at him.

It was like showing off the victory to him.

Bai Chenshuang, who was lying on the ground, was still pretending to be unable to move and not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"No!"

Ce Rong, who didn't know the truth, finally made a decent sound.

Zhao Xiang raised his eyebrows and smiled grimly: "No?"

"Snapped!"

He hit him again, and then raised his eyebrows at Cerong triumphantly: "You won't do it if you say no? It's boring to stop. If you stop, you won't be able to see how hot the blood of the bitch is."

"Cerong, come and take a look. Look at the blood on your mother's body. It's such a beautiful color. It makes me feel good!"

Saying that, Zhao Xiang grabbed Xiao Cerong's neck, clamped down on the still dazed Xiao Cerong, and dragged him over roughly.

He pinched little Cerong's chin and forced him to look at his mother on the ground!
Tears as big as beans kept rolling down from Xiao Cerong's eyes.

The moment he saw his mother lying in a pool of blood with a broken head and bleeding, his eyes suddenly focused.

Tears filled her eyes, and there was just a blood-red shadow in front of her eyes.

Vaguely, vaguely.

Zhao Xiang beside him was still chattering with a ferocious and twisted face.

He smiled like a madman: "Did you see it? Did you see it? The blood on your mother's body is so beautiful, so beautiful and disgusting!"

"You have her blood on your body, so you are just as disgusting as her! It makes me want to vomit! So you might as well die!"

After saying that, Zhao Xiang threw Xiao Cerong away, raised the wooden stick in his hand, and swung it towards Bai Chenshuang again.

Bai Chenshuang remained motionless and did not avoid it.

She looked at her son in front of her with tears in her eyes, wanting to get up and fight with Zhao Xiang.

But she knew she couldn't move.

She must not move, otherwise all her efforts will be wasted.

So, she endured the feeling of piercing her heart and lay on the ground.

Lying in that cold pool of blood that didn't belong to her.

Pretending to be a dying injured person, looking at her son, her little face was tinged with desperate anger.

Little Cerong didn't know that his mother was pretending all this, and thought that her mother was beaten as angry as before.

His little body swayed, and his vision was still blurry.

His mind was instantly filled with those cold and heartless words.

"It was you who harmed your mother..."

"Your mother was beaten because of you..."

"It was you who killed your mother!"

"It's you!"

Xiao Cerong, who was swaying about to fall, suddenly straightened up.

He vaguely saw the wooden sword in his hand that had not been lost.

His vision was instantly focused, and his frightened eyes became decidedly cold in an instant.

He clenched the wooden sword in his hand, as if he had the power to save his mother: "Stop...stop..."

He was still incoherent.

Zhao Xiang disagreed and sneered at him and shook his head.

Xiao Cerong's eyes were so condensed that they seemed to be able to freeze the ice mist.

His hands were clenched tightly, making a creaking sound.

"stop--!"

This time, it was a fluent roar, without the stuttering just now.

"How can you?"

"Can you still stop me?"

"Things that don't overestimate their own capabilities!" Zhao Xiang sneered a few words contemptuously, and swung down the wooden stick he raised high without hesitation.

"Snapped!"

What he didn't expect was.

The stick didn't hit Bai Chenshuang at all.

Instead, he was missed by the sword in Xiao Cerong's hand.

What greeted him was a pair of sharp eyes.

In the depths of those eyes, two small clusters of blazing flames danced.

Zhao Xiang was so frightened by the stern look that his palms became sweaty.

"I told you to stop, do you hear me?"

At this time, Cerong was like a ferocious little beast, baring his fangs at the person who hurt his mother.

Being stunned by such a look, Zhao Xiang felt ashamed.

So, he became angry and waved the stick in his hand again.

Such great strength for such a small child.

Victory and defeat are immediately apparent, superiority and inferiority are determined immediately.

He raised his eyebrows proudly: "You disgusting little beast, go to hell!"

"puff!"

The next moment, the pride in Zhao Xiang's eyes turned into pain.

It turned out that the wooden sword in Xiao Cerong's hand penetrated Zhao Xiang's instep so hard that it nailed Zhao Xiang's foot to the floor.

"You are not allowed to hurt my mother again!"

Little Cerong spoke every word, and the expression on his face was nothing like that of a child of this age.

Zhao Xiang dropped the wooden stick and roared, trying to pull out the wooden sword.

"Cerong, go on!"

At this moment, Yu Heng called out and threw a wooden sword to Xiao Cerong again.

Xiao Cerong took the wooden sword, and before Zhao Xiang could pull out the wooden sword stuck in his instep, he pierced the second wooden sword into Zhao Xiang's thigh.

"what--!"

In the dark room, there was only a lantern emitting dim light.

What echoed in this room was Zhao Xiang's heart-rending scream.

Xiao Cerong raised his short legs and kicked Zhao Xiang on the stomach.

"boom!"

Zhao Xiang was kicked so hard that he retreated repeatedly, then fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

Xiao Cerong clenched his fists and his eyes were bright.

He said word by word: "No one can bully my mother!"

After the words fell, Xiao Cerong swayed and slowly fainted and fell to the ground.

His body seemed to have been drained of all strength, and he could not move at all.

He is still conscious.

However, Zhao Xiang, who fell to the ground crying and wailing, seemed to have recovered.

He struggled to his feet, his pain turning to anger.

A child's strength is not that great no matter how angry he is.

The wooden sword pierced into the thigh was not very deep.

Zhao Xiang drew out his wooden sword and limped towards Xiao Chuanyi: "Beast! I'll kill you!"

Seeing that Zhao Xiang was close at hand, his huge figure enveloped the little child.

He was so angry.

He was so angry that he seemed to be able to swallow this helpless child in one gulp.

Xiao Cerong wanted to escape, but he was confused and couldn't move.

He could only watch helplessly as the wooden sword in Zhao Xiang's hand stabbed his body.

"roll!"

At the critical moment, Bai Chenshuang, who was lying on the ground, suddenly got up and slammed into Zhao Xiang.

Zhao Xiang was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground.

"Auntie, go on!"

Xiao Chuanyi called out and threw a long wooden stick to Bai Chenshuang.

Bai Chenshuang took the stick.

These years of grievance and suffering.

These years of humiliation and suffering.

Feeling sorry for his son and angry at what happened to him.

All these emotions burst out in an instant and became her strength.

She walked towards Zhao Xiang step by step just like every time Zhao Xiang approached her aggressively and had no ability to resist.

Now that the roles are reversed, there is no pleasure in torturing others on her face.

All that is left is the courage and determination to cut off the past and get rid of the nightmare.

(End of this chapter)