Chapter 2726
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This was definitely the greatest joke the Creator had ever played.
It was as if all the best things in the world had been bestowed upon Bai Xiaoxiao, the proud daughter of heaven, yet forgetting to share a shred of spiritual power with her.
If she herself did not have spiritual roots, it would have been fine. After all, her parents were powerful. Perhaps her rootlessness was just a small accident. If she had a husband to dote on her and her children were happy, she could live a free and unfettered life of wealth.
But fate only revealed its merciless side at this moment.
Bai Xiaoxiao's child, Feng Ling, was actually a rootless mortal … without any cultivation talent. This curse seemed to have cursed her bloodline generation after generation, starting from her generation.
Although Feng Yuanxu's love for her had not lessened after the child was born, Bai Xiaoxiao could see that her position in front of her parents-in-law had plummeted.
So what if she was beautiful?
If she could not give birth to a child with spiritual energy, would the inheritance of the Gale Mansion end in Bai Xiaoxiao's hands?
When it rains, it pours.
At this time, the Yunnan King, who could clearly support Bai Xiaoxiao the most, had disappeared on the battlefield, his whereabouts unknown. The Princess had passed away early, passing away due to illness when Bai Xiaoxiao was six years old. She did not leave behind a son and a half who could inherit the Yunnan King's title. So besides the Gale Mansion, Bai Xiaoxiao had nowhere else to go.
As early as a year and a half ago, Bai Xiaoxiao had discovered that her husband had another man outside.
It was just that she still cared about their old relationship and didn't bring him home.
Today.
Bai Xiaoxiao's childhood best friend, Feng Xiuyue, had come to visit. She had brought their favorite sweet chestnut biscuit and invited Feng Ling to taste it together.
Originally, this was the only time on this gloomy day for her to smile.
But after eating the biscuit, Bai Xiaoxiao collapsed.
When she opened her eyes again, her soul had long since perished. Only a wisp of a soul from another world had borrowed her body to be reborn. Probably at the moment of death, the intelligent Bai Xiaoxiao had already understood everything.
So …
The slightly bulging Feng Xiuyue was Feng Yuanxu's woman outside!
She had a child.
Then, he would be able to attack her without any scruples.
It was fine to give this position to her, but why did she have to lay her hands on his Ling 'er?
He was just a child … He didn't have a spirit root, so he couldn't cultivate. In the future, he would be a mortal who would never be a threat to her children. After all, he was also Yuan Xu's bloodline, so why couldn't he be allowed to live a peaceful and ordinary life?
The dead Bai Xiaoxiao had no idea whether or not her husband, Feng Yuanxu, was behind all the terrible schemes. The moment she fell to the ground, all the beautiful pictures of the young man galloping at her in the spring sunlight turned into the terrifying memory of a hideous devil from hell baring its fangs at her and drinking her blood.
Resentment!
As her soul dissipated, endless resentment was emitted from her beautiful body. Even though half of her foot had retracted from the Yellow Springs and her body was once again controlled by the Shades, Zhen Xiaoxiao could still feel the intense resentment that filled the air!
Zhen Xiaoxiao lowered his head and sized up the child whose eyes had already lost their luster and whose cries were gradually weakening.
Although he had nothing to do with this child, he was just a random, melodramatic gift from that damn Ji Yun who sent him here. But real sympathy quickly welled up in his heart.
How pitiful.
What a pity …
Although he didn't have a spirit root and was only a mortal.
But in Bai Xiaoxiao's memory, the child he saw was always so obedient and sensible. He was only three years old, but he could still urge her to leave, sometimes sober and sometimes muddle-headed.
Child.
Your mother was long gone.
She was so grieved that the fire of anxiety attacked her heart. Before the poison could enter her heart, she had already passed away.
But don't worry!
I, Zhen Xiaoxiao, am coming!
Picking up Feng Ling's dying body, Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes shone with a sharp, cold light.
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