Shen Zhaozhao looked at the dagger in Zhan Nanxing's hand.
This is a familiar object.
When she snatched the dagger away, Zhan Nanxing dragged his injured leg and fell to the ground in order to get it back.
I think this dagger means a lot to him.
He was actually willing to take out this dagger to bet with her.
Shen Zhaozhao smiled and looked towards Yang without saying anything more.
Yang looked at his niece who was pulling his sleeve and acting aggrieved and coquettish, then looked at the steamed bun in his hand.
If it were in the past, she would have already relented and stuffed the whole steamed bun into her niece's mouth.
Even if she has nothing to eat, the other people in the Zhan family can share rations with her and will not let her starve.
Yang Xiao's hand holding the white steamed bun dropped down and right in front of Yang Hanliu, who wished she could snatch the white steamed bun away right then and there.
"You see, she won't leave the Yang family alone." Zhan Nanxing sneered.
It has been like this since childhood. Yang Yu treats Yang Hanliu better than his biological children.
Shen Zhaozhao stared at Yang 꿻 with great interest.
Yang Xiao did not hand over the steamed bun in his hand as Yang Hanliu expected, but waved his arm to break free from Yang Hanliu's hand.
Finally, in front of Yang Hanliu's shocked gaze, Yang 꿻 stuffed the white steamed bun in his hand into his mouth and walked away silently깊.
"Hahaha, you lose." Shen Zhaozhao laughed happily and reached out to Zhan Nanxing.
Zhan Nanxing didn't expect that Yang Xiao would stuff the steamed bun into his mouth in front of Yang Hanliu. Amidst Shen Zhaozhao's laughter, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, and he put the dagger into Shen Zhaozhao's hand without any regret.
"Thank you." Shen Zhaozhao happily pushed the dagger out of the scabbard, and a cold light flashed.
"Who gave me this dagger..." She wanted to ask about the origin of the dagger, but before she could finish her question, she was suddenly interrupted by a sharp cry.
Shen Zhaozhao looked over immediately.
In the crowd of Cao's family, there was an unfamiliar young woman holding a little boy, calling the boy's name constantly.
Cao Mingye didn't care about his lame leg. He grabbed the boy, turned him over, and slapped the boy's back hard.
"Lin'er!" The woman's face was covered with tears.
"What's going on?" Jiang Hu came over with his men.
"People, this boy is my uncle's son. He choked while eating black steamed bun." In the chaos, only Cao Ya responded calmly.
Bang, bang, bang——
Cao Mingye's eyes were red, and he patted his son's back desperately, trying to pat away the black bun that was choking Cao Lin.
Helplessly, the more she filmed, the more gloomy Cao Lin's face became. Her mouth was open, her eyes were bulging, and her small hands kept scratching her neck.
"Hurry up and save him." Jiang Hu's face looked unhappy.
He was in charge of escorting the prisoners to exile. It was inevitable that the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled would die on the way. Every time one died, there was a discrepancy between the number of heads recorded in the documents and he had to take great pains to explain it.
But the child was choking, and Jiang Hu couldn't really save him with just a word of help.
Seeing that Cao Lin's movements were gradually weakening, the young woman from the Cao family burst into tears, pushed Cao Mingye away, and held her son tightly.
"If you still want to save him, hand him over to me."
Amid the crying, a cold female voice stood out.
The Cao family looked in the direction of the sound.
It was Shen Zhaozhao, looking at the young woman indifferently.
Cao Mingye pushed away the person who was supporting him, jumped forward and blocked Shen Zhaozhao.
"What? Breaking my legs isn't enough, you're also trying to harm my son?"
Shen Zhaozhao tilted his head, "Oh, so it's your son, then I won't save him."
"Help!" The young woman holding Cao Lin rushed over. The frantic mother didn't care about anything else and pushed away her husband who couldn't stand steadily because of his leg injury.
Cao Mingye was pushed hard by his wife, and he lost his balance on one foot and fell heavily.
"Ayu, don't be fooled by this vicious woman. There is not a single good person in their Zhan family."
"Look at my leg, it was this woman who broke it!"
The woman called Ayu only cared about her son. She knelt down at Shen Zhaozhao's feet, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't say a word and just grabbed the hem of Shen Zhaozhao's clothes.
It seemed like this was her last straw.
Shen Zhaozhao walked over quickly.
Cao Mingye wanted to stop him, but his wife kicked him hard. He drew his hand back in pain and covered it with his hands to blow out.
Shen Zhaozhao picked up Cao Lin, and the little boy opened his mouth and spit out his eyeballs.
There is no time to delay.
Shen Zhaozhao turned the person over, put his arms around Cao Lin's chest, found the right position, and suddenly exerted force, strangling Cao Lin several times with his arms.
Cao Lin's mouth opened wider.
Uncomfortable and unable to make a sound.
It was extremely quiet all around, and everyone was watching Shen Zhaozhao saving people in a way that no one had ever seen before.
"Is there really any hope?"
"There's no hope. A child from my mother's family choked to death. Everyone reached into his throat and dug, but nothing came out."
"What a sin! If it weren't for the Zhan family, Lin'er wouldn't have to eat this hard black bun at such a young age."
Cao Mingye stared at Shen Zhaozhao intently.
He hates.
He hated this woman for kicking him into a cripple and now she wanted to harm his son.
"Ayu, don't count on her," Cao Mingye crawled over and pulled his wife's clothes, "The Zhan family wants to kill all of us in the Cao family. They're afraid of our revenge, so they want us to have no descendants..."
“You’re coming!” Ah Yu had been staring at Cao Lin, and suddenly, she screamed.
She threw away her husband who was pulling at her clothes and rushed over.
Cao Mingye, unable to keep his balance, fell flat on his face again.
After Cao Lin and Shen Zhaozhao tightened their grip for the last time, a piece of black bread spurted out of Zhang's mouth and fell to the ground.
The man's complexion immediately improved, no longer purple, and he could cry.
Ah Yu hugged her son, and seeing that he was indeed alive, she quickly turned around and kowtowed to Shen Zhaozhao.
Shen Zhaozhao hurriedly avoided it.
"Aunt, please get up quickly. You are older than Miss Shen," Cao Ya came over and helped Ah Yu up.
"Thank you, Miss Shen. You saved me and my cousin. Our family owes you two lives." Cao Ya said, and he was about to kneel down in place of A Yu.
Shen Zhaozhao was on guard this time, so naturally she couldn't let her kneel down.
He quickly reached out and held her.
Seeing that her son was fine, Ah Yu regained her senses. She held Cao Lin's little face and asked solemnly:
"Lin'er, mother took the black steamed bun to fetch water. Where did the black steamed bun you are eating come from?"
Cao Lin walked around the gates of hell, looked around sobbing, and then raised her hand.
Pointing at the pale-faced Yang Hanliu, he said hoarsely:
"That sister gave it to me."
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