Seeing that he had become a prisoner and still dared to yell at her, Tang Xili laughed softly.
She stood up, walked slowly behind An Minghe, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Old Dog An, you should beg for help in a proper manner. I'm very upset with you for doing this."
As she spoke, her eyes searched around, as if she was looking for something handy.
At this moment, a cold light flashed, and a fruit knife was handed to her.
Tang Xili's eyes flashed, and her body reacted instinctively, grabbing the wrist of the man holding the knife with her bare hands.
Lifting his eyelids, he saw that the visitor was Yong Zhixu. The alertness that had suddenly risen on his body disappeared immediately, and a smile of elegance and grace appeared between his eyebrows. "It's you."
Yong Zhixu glanced at the knife in his hand, "Are you looking for this?"
Tang Xili looked at the knife in his hand, and suddenly, her red lips raised, "The one who understands me is my third brother."
She smiled, took the knife from his hand, and then turned around, without giving the An family any time to buffer, she stabbed the knife into An Minghe's shoulder with her backhand.
The speed is so fast, like a gust of wind and lightning, it is completely unpredictable.
"Ah——" The sharp and intense pain immediately spread to every nerve ending of An Minghe.
His face twisted into a knot in an instant, and he couldn't help but howl miserably.
In the banquet hall, the Nanyang tribes, who were already nervous and cautious, felt their hearts tighten when they heard the scream. They turned their heads and looked over here collectively.
Then I saw Tang Xili, smiling as she held the handle of a knife, and the sharp end of the knife was halfway stabbed into the shoulder of a middle-aged man.
Blood stained the girl's white fingers.
But her face was full of smiles, without any other emotions.
It was as if he had just done something extremely simple, not to mention how careless he was.
But it is precisely this harmless appearance that is the most frightening.
An Zhixue, who was next to An Minghe, was startled and exclaimed, "Tang Xili, you lunatic, lunatic!"
An Minghui, who was sitting next to him on the other side, was trembling and didn't dare to say a word.
Gu Yuqing didn't even want to make a sound. She wanted to crawl into the crack of the ground so that Tang Xili wouldn't find her.
Even Mr. An had a dark face and remained silent, for fear that he would say something wrong and anger this capricious tyrant.
Old Madam An watched her eldest son being tortured by Tang Xili, and she made strange "uh uh uh" sounds in hatred, her eyes wide open, but she could do nothing but drool.
Only An Youxuan was not afraid, because he had been abroad and had never been tortured by Tang Xili.
He hadn't seen Tang Xili for sixteen years. In his impression, Tang Xili was a taciturn little mute who was easily bullied.
She won't laugh if you tease her, and she won't cry if you hit her.
The doll will only hide and wipe away her tears when her beloved toys are broken or her paintings are ruined.
Although he had just seen her killing people without blinking an eye, the arrogant An Youxuan never felt any sense of empathy because they had never fought.
So, he didn't have much fear, only anger and hatred.
It is a common problem for people to feel lucky when the knife does not stab them.
He shouted in rage, "You cruel and vicious woman, stop it!"
After these words were spoken, Tang Xili had not yet reacted, but the faces of several people from the An family changed first.
Gu Yuqing hurriedly scolded, "Shut up."
Old Master An glared at him with a complicated look, and sighed in disappointment: After all, he is young and impatient...
In order to divert the attention, he looked up at Tang Xili and said in a deep voice, "Tang Xili, the purpose of bringing us here has been achieved. Isn't it time to let us go?"
However, the girl ignored him.
She tilted her head and stared at An Youxuan. Her eyes, as deep as a pool, gradually showed an abnormal excitement, as if she had come up with some brilliant idea.
Suddenly, she smiled, a sickly smile, and said with interest, "The weather is nice today, perfect for killing people to liven up the fun."
As soon as she said this, the expressions of the An family members changed drastically.
Kill...kill people?
Who is she going to kill?
Seeing that she was like a ghost, with her eyes fixed on An Youxuan, Mr. An and Gu Yuqing's hearts sank.
And An Youxuan also felt creepy under her death gaze.
Then I realized that I seemed to have acted impulsively.
But his own sister, his cousins, all died at the hands of Tang Xili. How could he remain calm?
Tang Xili saw the regret in his eyes, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled up, a little bit at a time, as if to say: There's no point in regretting, I'm going to kill you~
Old Master An stood up and tried to stop them, but was pushed back into his seat by two big men behind him.
At the same time, two big men put guns to his head and said in a cold voice, "Don't move!"
Old Master An was very anxious. "Tang Xili, let him go. If you want to kill him, kill me, this old bone of mine."
After hearing this, Tang Xili, who had been staring at An Youxuan, finally gave him a look.
With an evil smile on her face, she reached out, placed the tip of her index finger on her lip, and made a silencing gesture, "Shh, don't talk, it's not your turn yet."
The banquet hall fell into a pin-drop silence again.
Everyone stared at Tang Xili in a daze, wondering about the grudge between her and the Huaguo family.
Jiang Wenqing even stood up, walked over to Yong Zhixu, and asked him in a low voice, "Is Sister Li going to go big again?"
Yong Zhixu smiled and said, "It seems so..."
Jiang Wenqing immediately pulled over two chairs, and the third brother gave him one. Then he grabbed a handful of melon seeds and watched the fun while eating them.
Yong Zhixu: "..."
He neither sat down nor did he move forward to do anything. She had said that revenge was her private matter, and since it was a private matter, he should not interfere.
It is more satisfying to avenge hatred yourself.
On this side, after Tang Xili finished talking to Mr. An, Xianxiu's hand fell back on the knife that was stuck in An Minghe.
Pull it out.
Then, holding the bloody knife, he walked step by step to An Youxuan.
Gu Yuqing was so frightened that she fell off the wheelchair, hugged Tang Xili's calf, and begged with tears in her eyes,
"Tang Xili, don't kill my son. If you want to kill him, kill me. Let him go. Please, let him go. I will kowtow to you."
As he said this, regardless of his disability and the pain from his unhealed leg injury, he supported himself on the ground with his hands and started to kowtow.
Tang Xili's eyelashes drooped and she kicked her away.
"Don't worry, you're going to die too, but you'll just die a little later than him. Do you know why I didn't touch you old ones, but killed the young ones? Because..."
She laughed heartily, her eyes filled with cruelty and evil, "I want you, the old, to send off the young, and I want you to experience the most painful pain in this world!"
After saying that, he turned his wrist, a cold light flashed, and the bloody fruit knife suddenly stabbed at An Youxuan——
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