Chapter 231 The Red Fox with Three Tails
After touching Su Chaoyang’s face, the woman twisted her waist and came to Yang Xian.
A pair of charming eyes stared at Mianmian.
Mianmian no longer made eye contact with the woman, and focused on being the child being rocked, acting like someone who wanted to run away but was unable to.
Yang Xian shook her with great force, and soon the wig with two high puffs fell to the ground.
The wig was not part of the plan, so no one cared when it fell on the ground.
Mianmian still felt it was a pity. In just one afternoon, Wei Kang and the others discussed many times how much this thing cost and how much that thing cost.
This wig must have cost a lot of money, right?
It belongs to Wei Kang!
However, Mianmian quickly remembered that she would be able to make money through live streaming again soon, and she still had money in her mobile phone account, so it would be very easy to buy a wig and return it to Wei Kang.
Along the way, the little milk ball was quiet, but his mind was not quiet at all. When the little milk ball was seriously thinking about going home and asking to continue drinking milk, Yang Xian stopped.
It's not pitch black here anymore, there is light.
The light comes from the wall lamp, a particularly old-fashioned oil-burning lamp.
There was no wind, so the wick was steady and kept burning.
In the small dark space, there is a statue covered with cloth in the middle.
Mianmian turned her head to look at the statue, and saw an unusual aura from it. The aura was a little familiar, as if it was what her mother had mentioned in class.
"Mianmian, if you go to a Taoist temple or a Buddhist temple, you must be respectful to the statues. They are influenced by the beliefs of mortals for a long time, and they will gradually become the incarnations of gods and bodhisattvas. If you don't respect them, they may make trouble for you!"
This statue seemed to be an incarnation, with a murderous aura similar to the murderous aura displayed by Yang Xian.
But why do we need to cover the statues? Covering the statues is disrespectful to the gods or bodhisattvas in the statues.
While Mianmian was still thinking about this question, the woman in red had already thrown "Su Chaoyang" to the ground.
As an enemy, her movements were not gentle enough, causing "Su Chaoyang" to have his head broken and red blood to flow out.
"Su Chaoyang" fainted directly and did not make any sound.
"You, why do you treat Mianmian's great-nephew like this?"
Mianmian began to struggle, moving her little hands and feet around.
Yang Xian frowned and picked up Mianmian.
The woman in red laughed and leaned on Yang Xian. She first touched Yang Xian's face with her slender hand with long nails, then suddenly raised it high and slapped Mianmian.
"ah!"
Mianmian screamed when she was hit, and struggled even harder.
Her little face was swollen and a trace of blood was flowing from the corner of her mouth.
Seeing this, the woman in red smiled even sweeter: "Oh my, it feels so good to beat you. It feels like I am above everything else."
Mianmian's eyes were already red, and after being beaten, tears began to fall.
She waved her little fist towards the woman in red.
The woman in red rolled her eyes, and Mianmian was taken away by Yang Xian.
"What's the use of being born with great strength? It's not a special ability. Many children of gods have it. Yang Xian can do it. If he catches you, you won't be able to escape, right? Hahaha!"
"Ah, I thought it would be so difficult to catch you. No matter how pampered you are, you are just a child. How can you beat us old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years?"
"That old man insisted on waiting until you were dead before coming out, saying that he didn't believe my plan would succeed."
"I'll let him see that I, Hu Yaoyao, am more than just a face."
"We have set up a formation here, blocking out the sun and the sky. I'm sure even the Heavenly Dao won't be able to find it. Go ahead, Yang Xian, kill her!"
As the woman who called herself Hu Yaoyao finished speaking, Yang Xian grasped the dagger in his sleeve.
The cold weapon reflected a cold light under the flickering candlelight.
Yang Xian's eyes were filled with murderous intent, which gradually merged with the aura of the statue.
"Kill her. Kill her."
Anxious urgings came from his brain, and Yang Xian saw that Su Mianmian in his hands seemed to have turned into countless shadows.
Why can't I see clearly? Yang Xian shook his head, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead in an instant. He closed his eyes, and the scene of the little baby covered in blood and the scene of his parents' death appeared alternately in his mind.
"Why do you want to kill?"
"Because her family killed your family, you need revenge!"
Repeated questioning has only one answer.
Yang Xian couldn't help but think that if the dagger pierced Su Mianmian's body, Su Mianmian would lose her life in a pool of blood just like her parents.
Obviously he really wanted revenge, but as soon as he thought about this, he couldn't stab him with the knife.
Hu Yaoyao, who was standing aside, frowned when she saw Yang Xian hesitating.
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What's going on? Yang Xian is just a mortal now, why did he wake up again and again under her spell? Su Mianmian is just a little kid, the two of them have only met no more than three times, is it so difficult to do it?
"Don't forget your parents' death!"
Hu Yaoyao spoke directly, increasing her power output in an attempt to make Yang Xian obey her.
Yang Xian, who was struggling, opened and closed his eyes, and looked at Hu Yaoyao following her voice.
For a moment, Yang Xian was stunned.
The person in front of him was not a kind-hearted "Aunt Monk" relative, but a red fox with three tails. The red fox opened and closed its mouth, urging him to take action.
——Will everything end only if I kill this fox? A cold light flashed in Yang Xian's eyes.
He shifted Mianmian in his right hand and pointed the dagger at Hu Yaoyao.
Hu Yaoyao had not yet noticed Yang Xian's change of mentality. She was immersed in the excitement that as long as she worked a little harder, she would be able to achieve her goal, and continued to urge him.
Seeing that the dagger was about to stab Hu Yaoyao's body, "Su Chaoyang" on the ground quietly opened one eye and put his foot on the instep of Yang Xian.
"Yang Xian, don't mess around. Stab the brat in your hand! The brat in your hand is not a real brat. Alas, she is not Mianmian, but a puppet. Do you understand what I mean?"
Yang Xian was stunned.
He heard additional heart sounds.
Looking down, the "Su Chaoyang" on the ground was not "Su Chaoyang" at all, but a small wooden toy.
Yang Xian didn't know where this ability of his came from. While he was stunned, he heard another voice: "Listen to me, hurry up, otherwise the plan will fail."
Yang Jian looked at Su Mianmian in his hand again.
At some point, it turned out that Su Mianmian, who was being held upside down by him, was actually just a wooden man.
Did Su Mianmian really know that he wanted to kill her? Was she using him as well?
Yang Xian lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
Since it's a wooden dummy, it seems that there is nothing wrong with stabbing it with a knife.
He raised his hand and stabbed the dagger into Mianmian's chest, and blood continued to flow out.
Mianmian made a "ho ho" sound, with disbelief full on her little face.
Although he knew that the little ball of milk in his hand was fake and just a wooden man, when the scenes he had just seen faded away, guilt still showed in Yang Xian's eyes.
He turned his eyes away, not daring to look into the painful eyes of Fake Mianmian.
(End of this chapter)