This is all An Jiuyue’s fault! I must make An Jiuyue die with me!
“Where’s An Jiuyue? Why didn’t she come? Is she too afraid to come? She doesn’t even dare to save her son. That black-hearted woman! I knew she was a wicked person!”
Wang Xing’er criticized her happily and even began giggling.
She was not afraid of anything—she had Qian Yirong! They would have to do whatever she wanted them to do!
“Go and call An Jiuyue here. I want her to watch as I cut her son into pieces! Thrilling, right?”
An Jiuyue, still hiding behind the tree, clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
“Master, what do we do now?” Wei Na was worried too.
That woman is a lunatic! Who knows when she’ll really start attacking Rong’er?
“I can’t cut her into pieces, but I can let her bleed to death.” An Jiuyue closed her eyes and retrieved a silver handgun from her space.
So what if she transmigrated to this world? She still had the things she had prepared in her previous life. She could still snatch Rong’er back from a weak woman.
“Master, Qian Jiyun and his servant are still here!” Wei Na reminded.
But did An Jiuyue care? Sure, she did not want anyone else to know about the things in her space.
But so what? That was not nearly as important as Rong’er. She did not care as long as she could rescue Rong’er from Wang Xing’er safely.
“Hehehehe.” Wang Xing’er was still laughing happily.
She looked down at the obedient Qian Yirong, who had not been struggling, and smiled even more happily.
“Don’t blame me, little thing. If you want to blame someone, blame your nosy mother. She was the one who harmed you. I wouldn’t kill you if not for her, right?
“Be good. It won’t hurt. You’ll die soon!”
Just as she said the last three words, she moved the knife and was ready to slash Qian Yirong’s arm.
Suddenly, An Jiuyue’s voice rang out nearby. “Wang Xing’er!”
Wang Xing’er paused and looked up at the source of the voice, only to see An Jiuyue pointing a silver object at her.
Whoosh!
“An— Ah!”
Wang Xing’er heard a weak sound before suddenly feeling a sharp pain in her arm, causing her to scream. She lost her grip on the knife, and it fell to the ground.
Qian Jiyun quickly charged forward and kicked her away. He picked up Qian Yirong, who was too stunned and afraid to move.
“Ah… Argh!” Wang Xing’er screamed again and curled up.
She watched An Jiuyue walk slowly towards Qian Yirong with a cold expression. Her eyes were filled with indignation.
“An Jiuyue!”
How can I let An Jiuyue save that little thing? I should’ve killed him earlier! Then, even if I can’t kill An Jiuyue, I can make her live in pain for the rest of her life!
Yan Nuo quickly walked over and offered to carry Qian Yirong.
“Master, let me carry him.”
However, An Jiuyue was one step ahead of him. She opened her arms, and the child fell into her arms. She carried him and pat his back with the gun still in her hands.