Rebirth of a Wealthy Family: Blackened Charming Wife

Chapter 113 I am the only one in the world who can bully it
In a quiet room, without any other unnecessary sounds, Tang Xiaoqi looked away in satisfaction.

The curator's tongue and throat were frightened, and his bloodshot eyes kept turning around in surprise and panic.

He clearly saw that the sleeves on his left and right arms had been cut open, and his bare arms were shining with cold light, with uneven and slender silver needles stuck on them.

In the dark air, the crisp sound of metal clashing suddenly came from my ears.

The blood in the curator's whole body seemed to freeze instantly and stopped flowing.

As if breathing was blocked, the feeling of suffocation surged.

The cold dagger was slowly pressed against his cheek, and the curator was numb all over, as if he had been drenched in cold water in the severe winter of ice and snow.

Swallowing the saliva in his throat with difficulty, he dared not move at all.

The dagger shifted away from the cheek, slid into the collar, and slashed down along the button of the shirt. The broken button bounced wantonly and fell to the ground.

The shirt was opened wide, exposing the entire upper body.

The man on the ground had an earthy complexion, his breathing rate accelerated uncontrollably, and his chest rose and fell abnormally quickly.

The tip of the knife flashed a silver-white cold light, and slowly pierced a little.

Beads of blood immediately overflowed from the man's stomach with two abdominal muscles.

The blood beads are round and cute, Tang Xiaoqi couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth in joy.

"Uncle, have you ever seen... a black cat?"

Cold sweat slid from his forehead little by little, and the curator's facial muscles trembled, forcing out a smile, which looked ugly but distorted.

The heart seemed to be clamped by clamps, and it was twisted hard, and the curator was trembling all over.

"Yes... I have seen one."

The curator speculated about Tang Xiaoqi's meaning, and after speaking in a low voice, he immediately shivered, fearing that he would offend the girl in front of him.

The movements of Tang Xiaoqi's hands suddenly stopped, as if lost in memory.

"I've seen a black cat too. It's a stupid cat." But she's so partial!
"Oh...yes, yes, yes...but it's stupid, just...someone was there just now, and it...stupidly stood still in front of the door..."

"..."

Beads of sweat rolled down the curator's forehead, and every time he said a word or two, he secretly glanced at the girl's face.

Wanting to follow the next step, to suit the girl's wishes, he secretly imagined that maybe the girl would let him go when she was in a good mood.

Seeing that the girl seemed to have heard something funny, the smile on her cheeks deepened.

The curator let out a sigh of relief, rejoicing that he had paid the right ass.

"Pfft!"

He growled in horror, his face was greasy and sweaty, his teeth were bared, and the veins on his forehead stood out.

The sharp knife plunged into the curator's abdomen all at once, puncturing his illusion.

Scarlet hot blood gushed out, quickly staining Tang Xiaoqi's plain fingers red.

With a cold smile on his bright red lips, he spit out words that shocked him.

"I am the only one in the world who can bully it and speak ill of it."

Tang Xiaoqi lowered her head and approached the curator, staring at his trembling eyes with fear, whispering softly full of obsession and evil spirit.

"Other people... whoever dares to touch my cat, I have to do whoever~"

"You... your cat?"

The curator's lips trembled, his heart was half cold, and the intense pain fell into infinite fear.

The cool silver needle pierced the skin on the throat mercilessly.

When the curator realized in horror that he could not make a sound, he seemed to hear a ghostly voice. It was the judge of hell announcing his death sentence.

"The warm-up chat is over, and then we will start to do business."

In the quiet soundproof room, it seemed that these words were constantly echoing. The clear, sweet and slightly rising tone was creepy.

　Little Fairy, Little Fairy, do you still remember the recommended ticket by Daming Lake?
　　Ask for a click, ask for a favorite, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a hug...

　　All kinds of requests!
　　(*/＼*) Let me skin it...

　　


(End of this chapter)