When her mind went blank and she didn't know how to react, she suddenly saw in even greater shock that her grandfather stretched out two fingers and very dramatically clamped the western knife that was about to pierce his eyebrows, without even eyebrows.
Provoke it.
Xia Qing suddenly found herself in a mess.
This move is completely different from the self-defense skills she has learned since childhood. If it were her, she might be able to block the knife with the back of her hand, but the end result would probably be that the knife passes through her hand, and the blood will flow like a stream, which is too horrible to watch...
After all, the strength, the speed, and Jun Qi's instantaneous explosive power all make people feel helpless. Xia Qing thinks that it is impossible for her grandfather to hold a flying knife between two fingers like this.
, you must know that this is not an acrobatic performance. It looks like an inconspicuous throwing and catching, but it is actually an out-and-out life and death contest. If you do it just a little wrong, the consequences will be disastrous.
Xia Qing's nerves continue to be tested.
Several other knives and forks that flew in front of other relatives were also blocked by them in strange ways.[
Xia Yufan conveniently picked up an empty plate, covered his face, and let the fork pass through the plate, poking ridiculously in the center of the plate, but keeping the plate intact and not shattering the beautiful porcelain.
The table knife that flew towards his wife was also handled by him without hesitation. For some unknown reason, he just flicked it with his hand, causing the table knife to turn in the air.
, the force was not completely released, and he continued to attack the young shota who was sitting on the high stool and was having a tantrum.
Xiao Zhengtai was in a bad mood and was too lazy to care. He impatiently raised a hand and circled it in mid-air, and the table knife started to spin strangely with the chubby little hand.
During the rotation, the original strength completely disappeared. When Xiao Shota retracted his hand, the knife also lost the strength to support it and fell to the ground with a snap.
Little Shota's mother growled, "Yingying, you are throwing things away again!! Pick them up quickly!!"
The young lady was so frightened that she jumped down from the chair with a grimace, stuck out her butt, and crawled under the table to find the cutlery. She didn't even have the slightest thought to refute. She had learned to obey her mother at a young age.
Since then, I have been too lazy to put in more effort to fight for my own place at home. Dad has been fighting for so long. Isn’t he still a wife and slave? He is so young, there is no need to waste time asking for trouble. What does mom and sister say?
Just do whatever he wants.
There is also a silver fork aimed at the Xia family's grandma. The old lady has silver hair all over her head. She always smiles so hard that she can't see her eyes. She speaks very little and appears to be very quiet. Her presence is often not felt.
Faced with the sudden attack, the old woman's smile was still so elegant and decent. She grabbed it casually and the silver fork somehow got into her hand. She then gently put it back to the dining table with a smile on her face.
He said, "Naughty."
Jun Qi glanced at his mouth evilly, took out his gun with his hands, and announced angrily, "After dinner exercise, everyone should be careful. The bullets have no eyes. You are responsible for whoever you shoot."