However, his strength seemed drained, and the gun slipped from his hand, falling to the ground.
"No... No..." The child protested, his other hand still clutching Lu Xiaoyou's clothes.
Long Xingkui saw the clothes in his hand, a woman's clothes—Lu Xiaoyou's!
In an instant, a fierce, cruel look erupted in her eyes, and she screamed frantically:
"Xingchen! Let go!"
"Do you know whose thing you're touching? It's that woman! That wretched woman!"
"No!" The child cried out softly, turning his head to bite Long Xingkui's hand. Long Xingkui withdrew her hand and slapped him across the face.
The child opened his eyes, and his pitch-black pupils were sinister and cold, like a dry well with no light penetrating it.
"Who are you calling a wretched woman?! You are! You are!"
"You're not my mommy! My mommy wouldn't be like you!"
In Long Xingkui's hand was a small knife,
She took the knife and slashed at the fingers of the child's hand that was clutching Lu Xiaoyou's clothes!
"Let go!"
