"Get out of here, or you will be the next one to beat him." Jian Luo stood beside Jian Qing, looked at her coldly, and warned.

Jian Qing looked at Zhao Xuan's gradually red face and the fear in her eyes, and the car accident seventeen years ago appeared in her mind.

The snow was covered with evil blood, and her little body was holding her mother. The unstoppable blood stained her hands red, but she was helpless and could not save her.

That kind of panic and powerlessness is still so clear, as if it was yesterday.

She always thought that the car accident was an accident, and later her grandfather found the person who drove to death her mother. Now it seems that all this was a scapegoat that Zhao Xuan concealed.

She pinched Zhao Xuan's hand and kept tightening, and the corners of her lips curled up a cold curve like a blade. "Zhao Xuan, just because of An Chong, you can drive and hit my mother to death, huh?"

"Cough...I didn't..." When she died, she still refused to admit the crime she committed.

"Zhao Xuan, do you think I'm going to take surgery first with your son or to attack your daughter first?" Jian Qing looked at her calmly, but there was the frost that could not be melted in the depths.

"What do you want to do?" Zhao Xuan immediately became anxious when she mentioned An Yu and his sister.

Jian Qing let go of his hand, picked up the fruit knife on the ground, and pulled An Yu quickly and quickly, and the blood-stained blade was placed on her neck, "Tell me clearly what happened back then, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless."

"Yu'er!" Zhao Xuan stood firm and looked up to see An Yu being caught. She looked at An Chong reflexively, wanting him to help save An Yu.

"Zhao Xuan, make the matter clear." An Chong said.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan was completely cold. After all, he knew that the cause of Jian Wei's death was more important than the safety of his biological daughter.

She raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, looked at Jian Qing and the others, and admitted, "I did it, so what? Whoever made her destroy my family was all her own fault. She was just a mistress."

After the words came, a force that could not be broken free dragged her over.

Before he could see the person who pulled her clearly, a slap fell on her face.

"Ba--"

Zhao Xuan fell to the ground, with bright five finger marks on her cheeks, which was now considered symmetrical.

Mo Xiao looked at her from a high point, with a bitter cold in the corners of his eyes, "Zhao Xuan, if you don't have any clean mouth, the consequences will never be solved by just one slap."

"An Zhe, you said that was your woman, so why did you ask her to destroy my marriage? An Chong raised her outside, do you know how unpleasant the rumors in the capital were at that time? I, Zhao Xuan, became the laughing stock of others because of that woman. Who would tell me about my sorrow?" Zhao Xuan stood up and roared.

"Zhao Xuan, if you hadn't hit Jian Wei to death, my sister and I wouldn't have been punished by our grandfather. It turned out that it was all caused by you." An Rong jumped out and accused her.

If it weren't for this, the old man wouldn't have disliked them so much. Even when they were in trouble, the old man wouldn't be willing to help.

"An Rong, what qualifications do you have to blame me?" Zhao Xuan turned her head and looked at her, glancing at Zhou Qin and Amman, and said sarcastically, "To be serious, I can find Jian Wei's residence, thanks to you. If I hadn't just heard your conversation, I wouldn't have found there so smoothly. If Amman hadn't snatched Jian Luo and forced Jian Wei to chase her out, I wouldn't have solved her at once, so even if I was the culprit, you were also an accomplice."

An Chong looked at her and couldn't help but regret how he married such a woman.

If he had not used his life-saving grace to force Jian Wei to stay, wouldn't she have passed away so early?

Mo Xiao lowered his head, clenched his fists, and when he raised his eyes, he had red eyes, as if he was in a rage lion. His five fingers were clawed and he was about to take action, but someone was faster than him.

Jian Qing grabbed Zhao Xuan and dragged it to the open space in the middle. She threw it over her shoulder, and Zhao Xuan's plump body hit the cold floor.

"Dong--"

The heavy muffled sound could be heard faintly.

On the side, Quan Jingwu looked at Jian Qing who was suddenly ruthless, and a dark light of heartache flashed through his eyes.

"Mom!" An Yu turned pale, kneeled down on the ground with weak legs, crawling and rolling towards Zhao Xuan.

Zhao Xuan was gasping in pain, curled up, and moved gently, and the bones all over her body seemed to be torn to pieces.

An Yu protected Zhao Xuan and turned her head to look at Jian Qing. The murderous aura that came towards her made her tremble unconsciously, "Jian Qing, killing is illegal..."

Before she could finish her words, Jian Qing lost her patience, opened her red lips and said, "Get out."

An Yu looked at her stubbornly, "I, I won't let you hurt my mother."

At this moment, Jian Qing was like a dragon touching the scales, transforming into a revenge Rakshasa who walked from hell, with evil spirits shrouded in the ward, making people afraid to get close to it.

She suddenly reached out her hand, Subai's hand easily picked up An Yu and threw it to the side.

"ah--"

An Yu exclaimed, his sharp voice slightly harsh.

An Yu's face changed slightly, and he quickly reached out to catch her, avoiding her and Zhao Xuan's fate.

"Jian Qing, don't go too far." Putting down An Yu, An Yu walked angrily in the direction of Jian Qing, and was blocked by Jian Luo halfway.

"Your mother killed my mother, ho, is that too much?" He curled his lips and sneered, and his eyes shot at him like a sword. "If you dare to say something to my sister again, I don't mind letting you taste the bullet."

An Yu turned his head and looked at him, facing the fierce look in his eyes. He clenched his fists, and the feeling of powerlessness almost swallowed him.

Jian Qing squatted down, reached out and grabbed her hair, forcing her to raise her head, "Zhao Xuan, which hand did you drive the car with one hand or two, huh?"

"hiss--"

The scalp was so painful that it hurt. Zhao Xuan's forehead was sweating coldly, and she struggled with her hands to scratch Jian Qing's face, but it was still a little bit worse.

Jian Qing let go of her hand, and a trace of disgust flashed between her eyebrows and eyes. She reached out to pick up the fruit knife on the ground, and then grabbed Zhao Xuan's hand.

"Bai Jue, are those things brought?" she asked.

Bai Jue nodded knowingly, turned around and took out a small porcelain bottle from the medicine box, "There are so many, it's guaranteed to be enough, and she will definitely not forget it until she dies."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xuan struggled even more intensely, but Jian Qing's strength was beyond her reach. "Luo Luo, come here and help."

When Jian Luo heard this, he walked over without asking the reason. An Yu wanted to take the opportunity to rush forward to protect Zhao Xuan, but was blocked by Black Jack.

"I don't want to die, just stay here."

He had no fond of favor for Zhao Xuan and his group. If they hadn't killed Jian Qing and his mother, Jian Luo wouldn't have almost had autism.

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There should be some more, I'll do it hard...

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