"It doesn't hurt..." There was an itchy feeling on her neck. The assassin looked at her innocent smile and her bright, dust-free eyes and replied in a daze.
"Hmm? Do you like pain? I think you do." With an innocent smile, accompanied by a sweet and soft childish voice, the sword moved slightly to the assassin's shoulder, and the sword suddenly sank in his little hand.
"Ah!" The assassin suddenly shouted, the sword penetrated his flesh, and a stream of blood quickly soaked into his clothes and gurgled out.
Everyone was dumbfounded, looking at the little man as if they were petrified.
"Xi'er..." Jian Bingran looked at her daughter's actions in shock. Is this her Xi'er? Isn't Xi'er most afraid of seeing blood? I still remember when I was two years old, Xi'er saw the skin on her little hand was broken.
A year later, when was Xi'er no longer afraid of seeing blood?
Ming Xixi turned her head, her face unusually calm and indifferent, "Sister Hua'er, take my mother and the others back to the carriage."
"Miss Fifth, you...what's wrong with you?" Hua'er was frightened. Miss Fifth has never been a brave child. What happened today?
"Xi'er is fine. Mother, please go back to the carriage and wait for Xi'er." The unquestionable tone was incompatible with her innocence.
Watching Jian Bingran and others get into the carriage, Ming Xixi turned around, drew out her sword, and quickly transferred her strength to the assassin's other shoulder to slash hard.
"Ah——!" The assassin suddenly yelled again, with pain on his face, and his eyes were horrified and angry, "You, how old are you?"
Ming Xixi smiled toothily, with a row of fine white teeth without any gaps. She stretched out three chubby white fingers and waved them in front of the assassin's eyes.
Datou and Xiangzi were almost dumbfounded. They had never seen a three-year-old child, who was still a little girl, not only not afraid of bloodshed, but also dared to cut the assassin with a sword. They had been working as a nursing home in the Ming Dynasty for four or five years.
The fifth young lady was once disliked by the master, so she couldn't tell what was wrong with her temperament for such a young child.
Only Gao Qinghai had a smile on his lips and a faint light of surprise in his eyes. The little girl's behavior aroused his interest more and more.
"You, you are a little witch!" The assassin, who was injured and bleeding, looked pale and in pain.
Ming Xixi corrected her: "You don't need to give me a nickname. I have a nickname, Little Disaster Star. If you like it, just call me Little Disaster Star."
Datou and Xiangzi looked uncomfortable. In just three days since Taoist Master Mingyue appeared, the fifth lady was called a minor disaster. Even when she fell into a lake and had a high fever and fell unconscious, she was also said to be a minor disaster.
Caused by stars.
Ming Xixi looked calm, suddenly drew her sword, glanced at the assassin's legs, and murmured to herself: "Your legs are so long, can I saw off a section for you?"
The assassin's face was horrified, and he stared at her in horror, his voice trembling: "You, you dare, you dare to saw off my legs, my legs..."
"Why don't I dare? It's useless for you to keep it." As soon as the sweet and soft voice fell to the ground, the sword body dripping with blood suddenly struck the assassin's left leg.
"No! Ah!" The assassin screamed in pain again, but unfortunately it was a little late. The sword in Ming Xixi's hand had already penetrated his calf. But she was too young and very weak, so she didn't penetrate much.
Deep down, the assassin was so frightened that he fainted.
"This killer is really worthless." Ming Xixi glanced at the blood on the sword and glanced at the assassin aside.
The other assassin was already stunned by this series of circumstances. When he caught Ming Xixi's gaze, he screamed in horror: "Don't, don't kill me! I say it, I say it all."
Ming Xixi looked at him and smiled, then stepped forward and patted his shoulder with her little hand, "You are a good and sensible boy. I won't kill you, but you have to be honest."
"I am honest, I must be honest." The assassin, who was afraid of injury and death, told the story in detail.
In the silent night, the sound of the mountain breeze and the crackle of the bonfire were heard from time to time. The truth of the matter dropped a big stone into the hearts of everyone present and stirred up waves.
Ming Xixi's angelic face suddenly sneered: "The debt you owe me is getting more and more."
Turning to look at Datou and Xiangzi, his deep eyes were as cold as ice, "You two, don't think that I don't understand when I'm young. Since I treated us well along the way, I won't pursue this matter."
"But," the peak of his voice changed, and the sweetness and softness seeped into the coldness, and his eyes were ruthlessly cutting on the two of them, "After you go back, how are you going to explain to Mingfu? You must behave well, otherwise, I will grow up Mingxixi
That day, you will be waiting for life worse than death."
This milky sound was so childish, but it made everyone present feel as if they were walking on thin ice. Datou and Xiangzi looked at Ming Xixi blankly, and suddenly woke up with a jolt, they both knelt down and said continuously: "Fifth Miss, the heaven and the earth are destined.
The eldest and the youngest are willing to follow Miss Fifth’s arrangements.”
Ming Xixi looked at the two of them, her deep eyes dancing with two dazzling sparks. The night wind blew her cute little braids, and her little smile was extremely charming in the firelight.