He Jiabao lowered his head slightly, rolled his eyes upward, and glared fiercely at Qi An. There were also thin lines of blood running down his cheeks from his hair.
A timid person might burst into tears at the sight of it, and would definitely have nightmares when they sleep.
Unfortunately, in Qi An's eyes, those brutal eyes were red and swollen from the chili oil, and paired with the bright red pig's head, they looked ridiculous.
Qi An laughed, and his mockery was unrestrained.
He Jiabao pointed at He Qing and said to his father, "This bitch beat me and my grandma. She tried to kill me. Grandpa, please beat her to death."
Mr. He pointed at Qi An in disbelief: "Did she hit you?"
He's father completely ignored He's mother lying on the ground, his old eyes fierce, veins bulging on his forehead, as he roared at Qi An:
"He Qing, you good-for-nothing! You have the audacity to beat my grandson like this! I'll beat you to death today!"
After he finished speaking, he grabbed the mop handle and swung it hard at Qi An, aiming for her head.
Qi An watched coldly; this old guy really wanted to beat He Qing to death.
A flash of ferocity crossed Qi An's eyes. He snatched the mop handle, kicked He's father to the ground, and began to beat him mercilessly.
Mr. He rolled on the ground screaming in agony until he broke the mop handle, at which point Qi An stopped. Mr. He could no longer scream, but he was still cursing under his breath.
"I...I should have shot you against the wall back then, or strangled you the moment you were born."
Qi An squatted down, grabbed his collar and lifted his upper body: "Since you like spewing filth so much, I'll wash your mouth for you."
She punched Mr. He, knocking out all his teeth, and then dragged him to the bathroom.
First, they shoved a black and yellow toilet brush into his mouth and scrubbed him, then they pressed him face down into the squat toilet and flushed it.
The father's nasal cavity and mouth were filled with the stench of feces and urine. When the water sprayed into his mouth, he gagged and coughed violently, and finally his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Mr. He lay on the ground with his face buried in the toilet.
When Qi An turned around, she saw He Jiabao standing at the bathroom door, looking at her with suspicion and fear in his eyes.
Qi An walked towards him, taking one step forward and one step back for He Jiabao.
"What...what are you going to do?"
Qi An laughed: "You little beast, so you can be scared after all."
Qi An slapped his palm with a feather duster: "Didn't you hear the policeman tell me to discipline you properly?"
Qi An carried him to the living room, crossed his legs and sat down on the sofa, pointing a feather duster in front of him: "Kneel down."
He Jiabao rolled his eyes outwards and panted heavily, looking just like a wild beast about to attack.
A normal person would feel a chill down their spine upon seeing him like this. You can't see anything a child his age should have in him; there's a monster beneath his skin.
But this is child's play. It's nothing compared to Qi An. Even if he were to shed his human skin and instantly transform into a monster, Boss Qi would still make him understand why the flowers are so red.
The feather duster struck his leg, and He Jiabao fell to his knees with a thud. He lowered his head, concealing the mad hatred in his eyes.
He knelt while Qi An lay down playing on his phone. After kneeling for a while, Qi An said, "I'm thirsty, go get me some water."
He Jiabao brought a glass of water from the kitchen and obediently handed it to Qi An: "Auntie, have some water."
Qi An didn't take it: "I suddenly don't want to drink anymore, you drink it."
He Jiabao froze: "I...I'm not thirsty, Auntie, please drink it."
Qi An: "No, you're thirsty."
She took the water glass, pressed He Jiabao down, and forced him to drink it.
Fifteen minutes later, He Jiabao was rolling on the ground in pain, her stomach burning, crying and begging Qi An to take her to the hospital.
Qi An idly munched on sunflower seeds: "Didn't your lackeys say you were a super man? How can a man go to the hospital for such a small pain? It's so embarrassing."
"Listen to your aunt, bear with it. We men bleed but don't cry."
He Jiabao collapsed at Qi An's feet, vomiting violently, and finally fainted from the pain, lying in his own vomit.
Qi An spat sunflower seed shells all over his head and face: "You little beast, you still want to scheme against me? I'll make you pay!"
Less than two hours after entering the house, the three of them—grandparents, grandchildren, and grandchildren—were all completely dizzy. There was absolutely no point in trying to make things happen, and Qi An felt deeply lonely.
In the past, she always complained that Ata was too noisy and bothered her. In the last world, Fugui joined them, and the two of them would fight eight times a day.
But now that those two noisy fellows are gone, and her mind is quiet, she feels a little uneasy.
Ever since Ata was almost eaten by Fugui, Qi An left a Yazi soul mark on Ata, so he could sense him at any time.
As for Fugui, since they are both ferocious beasts and have exchanged soul energy, they can also make contact.
She recruited Fugui into her group because she wanted to find a helper to shorten the mission time and repair her soul as soon as possible.
While waiting for the supplicants in the void, Ata and Fugui fought every day, driving Qi An crazy with annoyance.
Just then, two more worshippers arrived, one after the other. Qi An then assigned Fu Gui and Ata the task of packing them up and throwing them out of the void.
I wonder how those two sworn enemies are doing now?
Did they kill each other?
Just as Qi An was wondering whether to ask, the voices of the two came from his mind.
"Sister An'an, are you alright? Fugui misses you so much."
"Get out of here, shut up, I need to talk to the boss first."
"Boss, boss, how's the mission going? Is that Chao Xiong little pervert really as bad as He Qing said?"
"Isn't that obvious? Sister An'an, we're almost done here, and we'll be able to come find you soon. Don't worry, I'll help you with it when I get back."
"What can you do? If anyone's going to help, it'll be me helping the boss. All you care about is money, money, money. You'll never even be able to afford four dishes in your entire life."
"Sister An'an, can I throw this little brat away?"
“Boss, let’s not keep this poor girl. She bullied me. On this trip with her, she wouldn’t even buy me a candied hawthorn. You don’t know, Ata is so thin she’s practically a needle. Waaah.”
"Fatty, pinch those three tires on your belly before you speak. Being too fat will affect a child's development. I'm doing this for your own good, so don't bite the hand that feeds you."
"Aaaaah, how dare you call me fat! I'll bite you to death!"
"You're so fat you're practically a ball, and you won't even let people tell the truth."
"Boss, I don't want to do missions with her anymore, sob sob, please take Ata with you, I can't live like this for another day."
Qi An rubbed his temples, feeling like his head was about to explode: "Stop, if you keep making noise I don't want any of them."
The two immediately shut up.
Qi An asked, "Tell me about the situation on your end?"
Ata and Fugui left the void first, and because the flow of time is different in different planes, three months have already passed in their place.
A ripple appeared in his mind, and the phantom images of Fugui and Ata appeared, similar to a video call in modern society.
Qi An looked over and saw that Ata was still wiping away tears, but the dimples on the little fat boy's hands and his round double chin contradicted his accusation that he was "as thin as a needle".
Fu Gui wiped away his tears haphazardly: "Okay, stop crying. After you report the situation to Sister An'an, I'll buy you candied hawthorns, okay?"
"Hiccup... I want to buy five."
"OK."
After appeasing Ata, Fugui began to report.
“Sister An’an, I’ve killed that scumbag Xue Pinggui. Unlike Baochuan, who loves to eat wild vegetables, I love to eat meat. I can’t live without it.”
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