Tang Xili placed the camellia against her cheek and rubbed the petals affectionately, as if she was hugging her mother.
"Yes, I executed those who should be executed. They all deserved to die."
Yong Zhixu wiped the blood on one side of her face, then on the other. "That's right, they all deserve to die."
Listening to his unconditional support, Mr. An, who was crying with his face covered, suddenly stopped crying, his lips and teeth trembling as he looked over, his eyes full of hatred.
"Mr. Yong, our An family has no grudge against you. Aren't you afraid of retribution for aiding and abetting this evil?"
Yong Zhixu glanced at him and said calmly, "If I were afraid of retribution, I wouldn't be here. And you're wrong. She's not King Zhou of Shang, and you're not the Western Zhou. What right do murderers have to wave the banner of justice? It's simply the law of nature, blood debt must be paid with blood."
Old Master An thought he was crazy too. "What business does the younger generation have with the older generation? She killed innocent people, and you turned a blind eye. Mr. Yong, is your Yong family really that upright?"
Yong Zhixu saw that he was so sad and desperate that he started talking nonsense, and he couldn't help but sneer.
"Hasn't the younger generation enjoyed the benefits you've given them? If so, how can they claim to be innocent? Furthermore, you've committed this sin yourselves, so why are you morally blackmailing me? I support my girlfriend in seeking justice; it's both reasonable and right."
Nothing could be more correct.
Old Master An's body shook, his cloudy and red eyes, filled with curses, looked at Tang Xili from a distance of three meters, like a sharp arrow, word by word,
"You heartless beast, you'd better kill all of us today. Otherwise, I will use all my strength to deal with you. We will perish together until we die!"
Faced with his solemn and harsh words, Tang Xili smiled, pinched An Youxuan's heart, and walked slowly behind him.
Leaning forward, lowering his head, he murmured, "What do you mean by using all your strength? Is it to call that person out?"
Old Master An's expression froze, his eyes rolled rapidly, as if he remembered something from the past, and his expression changed several times.
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind, and he suddenly realized, "So this is the ultimate goal of your chess game."
Tang Xili remained silent and continued to whisper in a bewitching tone, "Contact him, call him out, and I'll let the An family go, how about that?"
Mr. An's eyes darkened and he scolded coldly, "You're dreaming!"
Tang Xili was not annoyed. "Then let's make a bet. Will he show up for the An family..."
"Tang Xili, I will kill you, kill you——"
An Minghe, who was standing by, saw her coming and struggled in the armed soldier's hands with red eyes, desperately throwing himself forward.
Tang Xili, whose conversation was interrupted, showed a hint of displeasure on her face and kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground.
"You're going to kill me? What are you going to use to kill me? With your mouth?"
She raised her foot and stepped on An Minghe's face with her high heels, looking down at him with an extremely humiliating attitude.
"Old dog An, open your dog eyes and see clearly. This is Nanyang. Even if I kill you now, no one will dare to ask. Or do I have to cut off your tongue before you will behave yourself?"
She tilted her head and waved to Amy and Bella who were not far away, "Take him and An Minghui away and castrate them."
What?
An Minghe and An Minghui were both stunned, unable to believe what they heard.
What did she say?
Castrated... castrated?
What does it mean? Is it what they think it means?
Before the two of them could recover from An Youxuan's death, they fell into even greater panic.
An Minghui struggled, "No, you can't do this. I didn't say I was going to kill you. Why are you doing this to me?"
Why is he always the one who gets unlucky?
"Why?" Tang Xili lifted the foot that was stepping on An Minghe's face, walked in front of An Minghui, bent down and bowed her neck. A beautiful face enlarged in front of him, as if the god of death had come.
I only heard her say in a low voice: "One night seventeen years ago, I saw with my own eyes you bitches humiliating my mother. Tell me, for what reason?"
An Minghui's pupils froze in disbelief, "You..."
Seventeen years ago, she was only six years old.
"You actually knew that!"
An Minghui's body was covered with goose bumps, and an absurd thought came to his mind.
"So, it wasn't a coincidence that I met you at the basement door one night. You were pretending to be sleepwalking at that time. Haha... I didn't know you could disguise yourself even at such a young age."
"Yeah." Tang Xili admitted, "You didn't expect that."
An Minghui's aura suddenly vanished, and he slumped in the chair like a deflated balloon.
Of course, he didn't expect that a child of that age would disguise himself so well and cruelly throw himself down the stairs.
If he had found out then... if he had found out then, he would have killed her.
Seeing the regret in his eyes, Tang Xili slowly straightened up, "Do you regret not killing me? It doesn't matter, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
She waved to Amy and Bella, "After you castrate An Lao Gou, send him back to Jing City. As for this bitch, send her to India to keep Wang Fan company."
Amy nodded, "Yes."
An Minghui was stunned when he heard this. "Wang Fan?" A bad premonition settled in his mind. "He's not dead yet?"
He thought he was dead a long time ago.
Tang Xili smiled, "What are you thinking? How could I allow you to die so easily? Live with thousands of arrows piercing your hearts."
Amy, who was sensible, took out her cell phone and showed him Wang Fan's recent situation.
In a small, dilapidated house, Wang Fan was raped in turn by several dirty, unshaven men.
The video is silent, but in the video, Wang Fan's expression is extremely painful, as if he is suffering from one of the ten tortures of the Qing Dynasty.
The scene is so pornographic and violent that it is unbearable to watch. The word "tragic" cannot describe it.
An Minghui shuddered, shuddering with fear. He suddenly yelled, "Bitch, you crazy beast, you evil creature! Your mother is a whore who can be slept with by anyone..."
"Swish", Tang Xili lifted her eyelashes, and her cold eyes instantly fell on him, containing endless murderous intent.
"You want to provoke me to kill you and give you a quick death?"
Even though she was enraged by his insults, the girl remained remarkably calm and didn't lose control at all.
"You're dreaming," she said. "There's only one way for you to die: in humiliation, dying in your bed."
An Minghui, whose thoughts were exposed, trembled his eyelids and continued to curse: "Bitch, your mother..."
However, this time, before he could utter any humiliating words, the girl's hand reached into his mouth and grabbed his tongue with lightning speed.
"Uh uh..." He subconsciously wanted to bite her, wanting to bite her tightly, eat her flesh, and drink her blood!
But the next second, the knife thrown on the ground by Tang Xili was picked up by Yong Zhixu.
The man took two steps at a time and rushed to Tang Xili's side. He raised his knife and cut off An Minghui's tongue at the root of his tongue. The moment his teeth touched Tang Xili's tongue, he cut off An Minghui's tongue with a single knife.
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