With a "whoosh," Xiaoxi summoned the crescent-shaped blade that emitted a cold purple light.
She slowly turned around, her eyes filled with hatred and ferocity.
"Xiao Xi!"
"Yam Girl?"
At this moment, this ferocious deity was terrifying.
Whether she was Xiaoxi or Shanyaomei, she was someone the people in the courtyard had never seen before. They just wanted to escape quickly, lest they be wiped out if they were even a step too late.
Xiaoxi immediately activated the barrier.
"My dear family! Have you been having a good time these past few days? Hahahaha, that's great! It'll only get better from here on out, so prepare to fight!"
The family finally came to their senses and ran back into the house, slamming the door shut behind them.
Wu Long knew that Xiao Xi was going to take revenge, so it wasn't the time to go up and reminisce. He had to hide quickly to avoid getting involved.
Wu Long hid behind the large stone mill in the courtyard, sticking out half of his head and gripping tightly with his toes.
Sure enough, the next second, there was a huge roar and the earth shook violently. The family's house collapsed outwards as if it were made of cardboard.
The people inside had nowhere to hide; they huddled together in fear and trembled like leaves.
"I'll fight you to the death!"
The burly man grabbed a stool and charged out, but Xiaoxi simply blocked it with her crescent moon sword. The stool immediately burst into flames and burned to ashes in an instant.
"No!" The man's eyes widened, and Xiaoxi swiftly chopped him in half with her knife.
"ah…"
In an instant, heart-wrenching screams came from the dilapidated house.
My son, my child's father, Dad...
"So noisy!"
Xiao Xi glanced at them with utter annoyance, then with a flick of her crescent moon, all of them were pulled over by a gust of wind, including the big mongrel dog sleeping in the backyard.
"Sister Yam, I was wrong, please forgive us! All the money in my house, the deeds to the land, you can have anything you want!"
The old woman wailed and knelt down in humility.
"I'll take your lives! Grandma, why aren't you cursing anymore? Curse now!"
Xiao Xi simply picked up the old woman, turned her face upside down, and slammed it against the crescent blade. The old woman's mouth was instantly smeared, and a burnt smell wafted out.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't scream; all she could make was a "gurgling" sound like an owl.
The old woman's words were as vicious as they were when she was cursing; now they're just as scathing.
Xiaoxi disgustedly threw the old woman away, letting her writhe in pain all over the yard. After all, she was old and couldn't take the strain; she died of pain in no time.
The two boys, one five years old and the other three, were so frightened that they wet themselves and were held tightly in their mother's arms.
"Your Majesty, they are still children, and so is the child in my womb. Please, Your Majesty, spare them!"
"Hmph! I have never had a grudge against your family, so why are you mistreating me? And will you spare me?"
When she was in a state of confusion and ignorance, she was made to work in the fields alone, catch fish every day, and was not given food. She was made to live in a shack and have dogs as her neighbors.
These things are barely tolerable, but this family shouldn't have hit her, shouldn't have verbally abused her, and shouldn't have physically or verbally abused her. That's the most intolerable thing.
The woman had no answer, after all, she and her two sons had severely abused Yam Girl.
The woman could only plead incessantly.
"Then I'll grant you a quick death!"
Xiao Xi raised her crescent blade and ruthlessly chopped them all down like melons, their blood splattering everywhere.
She ignited the Red Lotus Flame and threw the corpses of her entire family into it.
"Brother Long, it's alright, come out!"
Wu Long felt a chill run through his body. When he walked out from behind the large stone mill, he could barely stand, his front foot stomping against his back.
Xiao Xi smiled sweetly, looking at Wu Long with innocent eyes.
If it weren't for the bloodstains on her face and clothes, and the crescent blade she was still holding, Wu Long simply couldn't reconcile her with the ruthless female demon who had just killed so many people.
The surviving big mongrel dog by the fire, which had been so arrogant and domineering as it gnawed on fish bones, was now just a pile of mud.
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