Chapter 180 Be careful with the knife
The man tried hard to seduce her, and his hypocritical expression made him look even less like a good person. He Xuan looked at him silently, without crying like he did just now.
Instead, she tilted her head to glance at the man, and then returned her gaze to the candied haws in her hand, looking as if she was attracted by the delicious food.
The man naturally liked to see this scene and tried to hold He Xuan's hand, but He Xuan hid his dislike for him deep in his eyes and quickly dodged.
As for He An, he had long seen that this person had bad intentions. The small ball he had used before appeared silently in his hand. Just as he was about to let it go, he was stopped by He Xuan.
He Xuan took advantage of the time when the man was not paying attention to glance back at He An. They had used this thing once before, and Fu Yuling had expressly forbidden them to use it unless it threatened their lives.
Although they are indeed in danger now, the level of danger is far from threatening their lives.
But He Xuan felt from the bottom of his heart that the man in front of him was quite stupid, actually leaving them here to seduce them. If he came, the first thing he would do would be to silence them and then take them away.
Thinking about it, He Xuan was not worried, but was worried about He An behind him.
After all, she is young and can't afford any accidents.
He An, who was standing behind, naturally knew what He Xuan meant by that look when he turned his head. He muttered to himself and silently put the things back.
The man realized belatedly that a long time had passed before he remembered that he seemed to be doing something bad.
"Fuck, hurry up, follow me."
As soon as he finished speaking, an ambiguous voice came from a corner.
"Where are we going?"
Almost instantly, everyone looked towards that corner.
He Xuan's eyes touched that person, and doubt flashed across his eyes. Why did this person feel so familiar to him? Have they met each other somewhere before?
On the contrary, He An inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity with that person, which made him unable to help but want to get closer to him.
The person who came was He Jingsi. He had been here all the time, but the man and He Xuan hadn't noticed him.
The man's face changed slightly and he quickly became defensive.
"Who are you?"
"Want to meddle in other people's business? If you don't leave, I will be rude!"
The man was exaggerating to cover up his panic.
He Jingsi stood there, with his own unique style, sharp lines, and deep eyes, which unconsciously gave people a sense of oppression.
He walked over slowly, and every step seemed to be walking on the man's heart, making him tremble.
This inexplicable feeling made him unable to help but step back, and he almost fell to the ground.
He Xuan and He An had different thoughts, and they just stood there without moving.
He Jingsi just glanced at them indifferently, then passed them and came in front of the man. He lowered his body and looked at the man with indifferent eyes.
He raised his lips slightly, his eyes dim: "Hmm? Where do you want to take them?"
The man's pupils shrank suddenly, because He Jingsi in front of him took out a knife and waved it between his fingertips.
He moved the knife slowly and beautifully. The cold light slid quickly through the air, forming a circle.
"You won't tell me?"
The smile on He Jingsi's lips grew bigger and bigger, and he suddenly held the knife straight up. At this moment, the tip of the knife was pointing directly at the man's heart.
The sharp tip of the knife had already cut through his clothes, and the cold touch could be clearly felt in his heart.
The man was so frightened that his legs went limp, his eyes were fixed on his chest, and his hands, which were supporting the ground, were shaking.
"No, no, no, be careful with the knife," the man said, wanting to cry but without tears.