"Brother Zhan! I'll never do it again!" Zhou Jian said, trembling.
Zhan Wang remained silent.
He suddenly pulled out a military knife and fiddled with it in his hand.
The military knife is very sharp.
Even without using it, one can tell that it must be able to cut iron like mud.
And the man's fingers were also very beautiful.
The ten fingers are distinct, and the joints are long and slender.
But when he's handling the military knife, his fingers are ruthless!
It sends chills down your spine!
After playing with it for a while, Zhan Wang said, "Zhou Jian, the last person who disobeyed my orders and did something he shouldn't have done is no longer capable of acting, because only in this way will he never do something he shouldn't have done again."
"So tell me, should I render you incapable of moving from now on, hmm?"
They were saying such cruel things.
Yet it is so light and airy.
It was as if they were asking Zhou Jian, "Do you want to have dinner tonight?"
Zhou Jian froze!
"Bang!"
"Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The next second, Zhou Jian kowtowed heavily, pleading, "Brother Zhan, spare me! Spare me!"
Zhan Wang sneered.
Zhou Jian felt utterly hopeless!
Will Zhan-ge let him off the hook?
Most likely not!
Even though he's been following Zhan Ge for so many years!
But when Zhan-ge gets angry, it's faster than turning the pages of a book!
He never cares about feelings or sentiments!
Just when Zhou Jian thought he was going to die here today, a small figure rushed downstairs and blocked his way.
That's grass.
Running so fast, the little grass didn't even wear shoes, its little feet bare.
She was wearing a pink nightgown.
The pink pajamas were bought for me by Zhou Jian.
Because Zhou Jian simply couldn't bear to watch anymore.
The little grass was wearing old, tattered, and dark clothes.
How can a girl this age dress like this?
That's too old-fashioned!
Little girls should dress in pink and tender colors, just like flower buds!
Zhou Jian bought Xiao Cao a pink and tender little pajama.
The little grass was dressed like a little princess.
Little Grass loved it so much that she wore it every day.
Including today.
........
"Big brother, it was I who asked Uncle Zhou to go. It was I who asked Uncle Zhou to inquire. Don't blame Uncle Zhou. Blame me." Xiao Cao's face turned red with anxiety.
She could vaguely hear Zhou Jian and Zhan Wang's conversation from upstairs.
Children this age are said to be sensible, yet they don't really understand.
They seem immature, yet they also seem sensible.
The little grass didn't quite understand.
But he realized that Zhou Jian had been implicated because of her.
The older brother wants to punish Uncle Zhou.
So the little grass immediately rushed down.
Despite her small stature, she stood in front of Zhou Jian, spreading her arms to block him from view: "Big brother, please don't blame Uncle Zhou Jian..."
The little grass's voice choked with emotion.
Zhan Wang's lips curled into a cruel smile: "Come here."
The little grass walked over.
Zhan Wang looked Xiao Cao up and down.
The first time I met this little girl, she was just a country bumpkin.
And indeed, people are judged by their clothes.
Wearing these pretty clothes, she's no longer a country bumpkin; she's a beautiful young lady.
Zhan Wang sighed.
But what if such a pretty little girl doesn't listen to her?
He was arrogant and disliked disobedient people the most!
The next second, a murderous glint flashed in Zhan Wang's dark eyes.
His hand reached out almost unexpectedly and grabbed the little grass by the neck.
Little Grass's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that her older brother would suddenly grab her by the neck.
Zhan Wang then resorted to ruthless tactics.
A few seconds later, Xiaocao felt her breathing becoming weaker and weaker.
But she still managed to squeeze out, "Big brother, don't hurt Uncle Zhou Jian..."
Zhan Wang was taken aback.
He didn't expect that this little girl, who was almost killed by his choking, would not beg for mercy, but instead ask him not to hurt Zhou Jian!
Zhou Jian was also taken aback.
A few seconds later, Zhou Jian suddenly knelt down in front of Zhan Wang and kowtowed heavily at Zhan Wang's feet: "Brother Zhan! It's all my fault! I acted on my own! What does a child this age know! She doesn't understand anything! Please don't hold it against her! Brother Zhan, please let her go! I'll die!"
Zhan Wang loosened his grip.
The little grass fell to the ground, unconscious.
........
When the little grass woke up again, it was already evening.
She opened her eyes abruptly, as if she had just woken from a nightmare, drenched in sweat!
After quickly getting out of bed, Xiaocao rushed out of the bedroom, shouting, "Uncle Zhoujian! Uncle Zhoujian!"
No one responded.
Xiaocao panicked even more. Barefoot, she ran around calling for Zhou Jian until she saw Zhan Wang sitting on the sofa.
The man's posture was very slouching.
But precisely because he was so noble and handsome, even his lazy posture exuded elegance.
From a distance, it looks just like a painting.
After the grass appeared, Zhan Wang lazily glanced at it.
"Big brother, where is Uncle Zhou Jian?" Xiao Cao asked.
Zhan Wang did not answer.
Just as Xiaocao was about to ask another question, she suddenly noticed the bloodstains on the ground.
Bloodstains at Zhan Wang's feet.
Drop by drop.
It was bright red, and had already solidified.
Xiao Cao froze.
After waiting a moment, Xiaocao asked again, trembling, "Is Uncle Zhou Jian dead? Did you kill him?"
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