My little face was red, as if it was stained with blood, which was a little scary.

And the person holding the bottle has no intention of stopping.

It was not until his small hands stopped swinging and his big hands holding the bottle that they let go.

He is not dead yet, and the murderer who tortured him knows that he is not dead.

That murderer wants this effect.

The baby seemed to have used all his last bit of strength to open his torn eyelids. He wanted to see who the person who tortured him cruelly was?!

When he saw it, although there was no surprise or resentment in his eyes, he seemed to have a kind of sadness.

He has been born in this world for a hundred days. In addition, he has lived in this person's belly for nearly ten months.

Even though his eyes were blurred with blood, the smell on this person's body was still so familiar to him.

He knew who it was, his biological mother.

He didn't understand why this man had given birth to him after ten months of pregnancy, so why did he kill him in the cradle with his own hands?

This cruel woman, a vicious mother, and a perverted murderous demon. She looked at her son's bloody and flesh, but she was smiling hideously.

Moreover, she doesn't seem to want to stop.

She wants to keep her son alive and see how she fulfills her responsibilities as a mother.

A pair of blood-filled hands, like dead trees, gently stroked their son's calves.

It's so smooth, the baby's skin is really impossible to ask for.

She was not proud of her son's skin being smooth. No one could have thought of what she wanted to do.

She suddenly exerted force on her hands, and her chubby calves were broken up and down.

The baby felt the pain, but he had no strength to react to express his pain at that time. He could only feel the "love" of his mother for him quietly.

The devil old woman broke the legs of her biological son?!

Yes, but not.

Why is it right, and it is not right?

Because, this is just the beginning.

The devil old woman smiled even more hideously. The pain of her own son was her happiness.

She pressed her black, disgusting lips against her broken calves.

She kissed her very gently, like an ordinary mother, kissing her children's forehead.
Chapter completed!