The eyes then moved away, and an ugly face appeared. Xiaolan remembered her, and almost in a second, Xiaolan remembered him.
This is a dream about killing your own man!
The man's eyes were ferocious, and the red blood threads in his pupils were intertwined like spider webs.
"Dead woman!"
Xiaolan struggled to sit up, but before she could lift her upper body, the man's hand reached up and strangled Xiaolan's neck.
There was a whimper for help coming from the throat, and there was a "crack" sound of bones hitting bones.
The man's terrifying face came close to Xiaolan's eyes, he looked directly into her eyes, grinned, and let out a string of harsh laughter.
"Hahahahahaha, you women should all die!"
Xiaolan could smell the hot stench coming out of the man's mouth, the disgusting smell, the disgusting ugliness.
She felt no pain or fear. Xiaolan only felt angry and disgusted.
Maybe it was the disgust in Xiaolan's eyes that stung the man. The man tightened his hands. Xiaolan felt that his neck might be broken, but it still didn't hurt.
Xiaolan's eyes widened and her bloodshot pupils stared at the man without any fear.
"You're not dead yet!" The man's ferocious smile softened, but the strength in his hands increased, "Let's see how long you can live!"
Want to kill me?
His vision was gradually covered by a thin layer of red. Xiaolan looked behind the man through the layer of red.
Simple tiles, irregular wooden boards, and dried vegetables hanging by the door.
This is a small warehouse next to the house.
Xiaolan showed a cold smile.
Is this how you kill Xiaohua?
There was something burning in her waist. Xiaolan touched it with her trembling right hand and found that it was something in her pocket.
Pocket stuff.
It's Xiaohua's hairpin.
Xiaolan stroked the sharp corners of the branch-shaped hairpin where the paint was peeling off.
Want to kill me?
Xiaolan's eyes narrowed.
No one can kill me.
Xiaolan used all her strength, raised the hairpin, and stabbed it into the man's cloudy left eye.
"ah!……"
Screams rang out, accompanied by a burning "bah" sound, and the man fell backwards, covering his eyes with his hands.
Black smoke kept pouring out from between his fingers, and the man roared in pain. As the black smoke seeped out, the man's body gradually changed.
There were wounds one after another on the intact body. The wounds were deep and shallow, long and short. They were scratched directly from the clothes to the bones. The wounds were bleeding. Due to the man's struggle, a pool of blood was formed on the ground.
Xiaolan grasped the hairpin tightly, supported the ground with her other hand, and stood up staggeringly.
Touching the throat, there was no deformation as expected, and he could only vaguely feel the dented finger marks.
Xiaolan lowered her head and looked at the hairpin.
There is no blood on the hairpin, but it is glowing slightly, and it is hot in Xiaolan's hand.
Do you also feel your mission? Do you want to avenge your master?
Xiaolan's eyes were cold, and her usual sweetness and gentleness were gone.
Xiaolan tightened her hairpin and raised her hands high towards the dying man who was screaming on the ground.
Then, let me do it for you...
For Xiaohua...
"Xiaolan!..."
A familiar call sounded in my ears.
The voice was very anxious, with a hint of crying that could be felt in a trance.
Xiaolan was stunned.
It shouldn’t be. This person’s voice, familiar call, and crying tone. How could he have a crying tone?
Why are you crying? Is it for me?
Is the Taoist priest crying because of me?
"Xiaolan!"
A roar of grief and anger suddenly sounded, as if coming from her ears, and as if it was directly hitting Xiaolan's heart through something.
Suddenly, the bloody hand appeared again, and before Xiaolan had time to dodge, it was grabbed on the face again, and the man's bloody face could be seen between his fingers.
The next second, Xiaolan fell into the blood pool that he had just escaped from, but he had already had an experience. Xiaolan started to swim upward almost the moment he fell into the blood pool.
"Xiaolan!"
The Taoist priest's voice was still echoing, and Xiaolan sped up. She knew that the Taoist priest was looking for her at the finish line.
Finally, the blood became thinner.
Xiaolan jumped out of the water, opened her arms, and smiled happily.
In front of her eyes was the Taoist priest's back standing at the door. Xiaolan fell from mid-air, and instead of meeting the Taoist priest's warm embrace, she fell behind him.
"ah!"
Xiaolan fell on her face and threw herself to the ground. Xiaolan screamed unconsciously and ate a mouthful of dirt.
"Xiaolan!"
The Taoist priest turned around after hearing the sound, dropped the flashlight on the ground, took a big step over, helped Xiaolan up and checked her situation carefully.
Xiaolan wanted to wipe the ashes on her face, but when the Taoist priest stared at her like this, she was embarrassed to reach out and wipe her face.
The Taoist priest's eyes flickered and he couldn't say a word. After confirming Xiaolan's situation, he just breathed a long sigh of relief with great forbearance.
"You must be scared..."
The Taoist priest's voice was very soft and gentle, filled with warm air, which made Xiaolan feel softer.
"I...I was captured by him," Xiaolan said incoherently as she didn't know how to describe what had just happened. "I swam up from a red pool. He wanted to strangle me to death, so I...I fought with him.
Got a fight..."
The Taoist priest listened patiently and frowned, "A fight?"
Shouldn't it just be a simple beating?
Xiaolan understood the Taoist priest's eyes and felt a little shy.
"He...he's afraid of that hairpin, so I just use the hairpin..."
Hairpin!
Thinking of the hairpin, Xiaolan was startled. Her hands were empty, and she didn't know where the hairpin had fallen.
Xiaolan jumped up from the ground and hurriedly patted his pocket.
No, no, no.
Whether to commemorate or not is a secondary matter, Xiaolan thought unconscionably, the key is that this is a weapon that can hurt that man.
"Hairpin...hairpin..."
Xiaolan rummaged through all the pockets on her body.
"Is it Xiaohua's hairpin?" The Taoist priest waved the flashlight a few times, "It's under your feet. Don't you feel it hurts your feet?"
Xiaolan raised her feet, and the hairpin was lying on the ground, no longer shining or hot.
Quickly picking it up and blowing on it, Xiaolan carefully put the hairpin that saved her life back into her pocket.
"With the hairpin, we don't need to be afraid of him," Xiaolan patted his pocket, "Taoist priest, please continue, what abilities does Xiaoyin have?"
The Taoist priest looked at Xiaolan, who looked full of pride, and seemed to feel relaxed.
"Xiaoyin has special control over space..." This chapter has been completed!