"I said!" At this moment, sweat dripped down Mrs. Lin's forehead. At that critical moment, her soul trembled, as if she had seen her three sons die.

Lan Tingyu said: "Tell me, who gave my mother that bowl of lotus seed soup back then?"

Mrs. Lin slumped on the chair and said feebly: "Don't you have the answer in your heart? Why are you asking?"

"It's really you!" Lan Tingyu's eyes flashed with immense hatred.

"Death!" Lan Tingyu suddenly grabbed hold of Lan Jianyi's head in the air, and his empty handprint was pinched.

"Bang!" Lan Jianyi's head turned into blood powder and died on the spot. Blood flowed gurglingly, and the house was filled with a strong smell of blood.

"No!" Mrs. Lin saw this, her eyes were blood red, and she yelled at the top of her lungs.

That's her son!

Lan Jianhui was stunned, and Lan Hongning's eyes flashed with overwhelming anger: "Lan Tingyu, are you really going to kill your brothers? You beast!"

Lan Tingyu smiled sharply and said: "Brother? Now talk about brothers with me. When they bullied me and humiliated me, why didn't you talk about brothers with me? When your mother poisoned my mother,

, why doesn’t she want to think that we are brothers?”

Lan Tingyu laughed loudly, and then asked Lin Yuelian, "Why, Mrs. Lin, does it hurt? But I think it's not painful enough. You still have so many children, what does it matter if a few more die? I

When I was six years old, you had the heart to take away my only relative. You also allowed your slaves to threaten me. Do you know what it feels like to hide in the quilt and tremble? Do you know what it feels like to not even have a warm embrace?
Chapter completed!