"No, no! Mother, Mother!" Duanmu Heng knelt down weakly, his face full of pain and despair.
A dark glint flashed through Duanmu Ge's eyes and his voice was a bit bewitching. "Fourth Brother, you must be in a lot of pain and regret right now, right? "That's right. You can only become stronger when you feel pain and hatred. Only when you become stronger can you avenge your mother."
As he spoke, Duanmu Ge suddenly pointed at Liang Yingyue and her brother. "Look, they're your enemies. They killed your mother. Fourth Brother, Consort Xian has treated you so well. You'll definitely take revenge for her, right? Go, avenge Consort Xian, avenge your mother. Let the people who killed your mother die a horrible death and let them die with her!"
As Duanmu Ge spoke, Duanmu Heng, who was originally in grief, seemed to be convinced and his eyes gradually turned red.
He even repeated what Duanmu Ge said, as if he was possessed.
