Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374 Another Senior Brother

Three words to explain.

And it was all that Nan Luo needed. Traces of pain flashed within his eyes when he heard that. How could he not understand something so simple like that?

Feng Ao Kuai looked at Nan Luo. Afraid that this stupid cousin of his still didn't understand, he continued, "They only have each other to depend on since you can see how their parents are. Do you think it's possible for them to obtain what they want through normal means?"

Normal means?

What kind of normal means would be possible? The only possibility that the two of them would listen to them was if they could change the fundamental of Feng Mo Xing wouldn't die early.

But it was impossible unless they could repair the massive damages due to the parasites. The young boy was destined to die young, so Feng Qian Bo wouldn't want to spend any resources on him.

The only method that Feng Mo Yue could do was eliminate the two of them.

"What is it?" Feng Ao Kuai noticed that there was something strange with Nan Luo when he noticed the young boy lowered his eyes.

Nan Luo shook his head. "It's nothing."

He just recalled the conversation he had with Xiao Yan after that incident when Xiao Yun lost her parents. At that time, Xiao Yan clearly told him that he didn't want to change the image that his sister had about his parents.

It was the same as what Nan Hua did to him.

Thus, his mind was replaying the scene of when he found her once more.

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On the day he found out everything, it was because he wanted to return home. He had been studying a lot and promised Nan Hua that he would return early to play with her. Because of that, he studied until late at night and managed to finish everything in time.

He rushed to his mother's quarter to play with Nan Hua.

But what he saw was a scene he would never be able to forget in his entire life.

A servant from Concubine Qu's side was holding a bowl filled with some unknown liquid. She was trying to feed his mother the medicine in that bowl. At the same time, Nan Hua was standing between their mother and the servant. Her eyes were filled with determination and hatred that seemed to stem from the bottom of her heart.

Blood was pouring from one side of her head, covering part of her face. Even though her head must be throbbing and hurt, she was still standing firmly.

In front of her, Nan Shu Cheng was holding a white porcelain bowl. At the edge of the bowl was blood.

"Father, please don't ask Mother to drink it!" the young Nan Hua pleaded. She was only eight years old at that time and her voice sounded so desperate as she pleaded.

That desperate voice broke the last string in Nan Luo's heart.

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