As soon as these words came out, two people were shocked. The other one remained calm and continued to read the newspaper, as if he hadn't heard anything.
Wouldn't it be a pity for such a beautiful creature to be hacked to death like this?
Cang Ying said reluctantly: "Xia Liu, don't kill her."
This name was so jarring that Xia Houhuan'er took the kitchen knife and glared at him angrily, saying angrily, "Uncle Xia, if you call me Xia Liu again, I will be the first to chop you to death."
Sogying's face stiffened and she felt aggrieved. Who gave her such a name? Why didn't she let others call her?
His face turned red with anxiety: "If she doesn't scream, she won't scream. Don't chop her. I'm anxious for you."
"She insists on following me. If I don't chop her to death, who am I to worry about?" Xiahou Huan'er snorted coldly.
"So, you really want to chop her to death?" Cang Ying's face was filled with regret. It was a spring night last night, and the feeling of soul-crushing and bone-crushing was still lingering. He couldn't bear to see her die so soon.
Xiahou Huan'er's tone was very firm: "Nonsense, this kind of trouble, why don't you kill her and wait for her to cause trouble to the people?"
"You're so cruel." Sogying gritted his teeth and pointed at her, then he covered his face and turned to the side, unable to bear to look at her anymore.
"Tch, how many people have you killed as mercenaries? You really have the nerve to criticize me." Xiahou Huan'er turned around, raised a kitchen knife at the Persian cat, and reminded her again and again, "Persian cat, you think clearly, do you still regret it now?
It's too late, if this knife cuts down, you'll be dead."
The Persian cat raised its pitiful and pitiful face, puffed out its chest, put its neck in front of her, and said with a choked voice: "I swore to God that if I am abandoned by my master again, I will die in his hands.
Just kill me."
Xiahou Huan'er stared into her eyes, which really showed a firm light as if she was looking forward to death, and she was depressed.
He gritted his teeth, raised the kitchen knife to her throat, and said harshly: "I'll give you three more seconds to think about it, three, two, one."
The Persian cat closed its eyes and remained motionless, looking like it was waiting to die.
"You really don't regret it?" In this world, who doesn't want to survive? How could there be such a stupid woman who wants to die?
The Persian cat said quietly: "It is my only regret not being able to serve my master. It is my honor to die in my master's hands. Master, please do it."
He wants to force her to chop it down.
Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth and shouted: "I'll chop it off."
With a whistling sound, the kitchen knife slashed hard at the Persian cat's neck.
Sogying stretched out his hands to cover his face, sighing that it was a pity.
It's not easy to find another beauty like her in this world.
She killed her like this, a waste of natural resources, and angered both humans and gods.
After waiting for a while, there was no scream from the Persian cat, nor was there any sound of blood splattering.
He looked back suspiciously, only to see the sharp kitchen knife stopped less than an inch from the Persian cat's neck.
It turned out that Xia Liu was just bluffing and wanted to scare her away, which made him happy.
Xiahou Huan'er gritted her teeth: "I'll give you another chance, get out of here."
The Persian cat was motionless and had a very stubborn temper.
There was a stalemate for a while.
Mr. Xing put down the newspaper he had finished browsing, raised his head and stared at Xia Houhuan'er, and asked lukewarmly: "Don't want to eat?"
Xiahou Huan'er was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "I'm so angry that I'm still eating hair."
"Let's go." Mr. Xing stood up, his tone was a bit forceful, and then walked out.
Xia Houhuan'er put down the kitchen knife, put his hand on his forehead, and sighed: "The ants are still greedy for life, so please do it for your own good, we have to leave."
