Stepmother: Blood Will Have Blood

Chapter 8

Xiulian smiled and continued, "It's my family's fault for being strict with children like Lulushi and Qingno. Once they find out they're wrong, they'll be severely beaten up and won't be able to sit on stools for a week. That's why they're so good at discipline."

I said disdainfully, "Just because of you, bastard, your balls are also bad eggs!"

Xiulian immediately cried out in a wronged manner, "Dewang, look at how I'm speaking nicely to the pig. I'm doing this for her own good, see how she'll scold me!"

My father glared at me and said, "Just you wait!"

At first, my father grabbed a broom. It was a little dirty under the broom. Afraid of dirtying his hand, he immediately put it down. Then he grabbed a few chopsticks and put them down after gesturing a few times. Perhaps he felt that the blow was not enough to shock people. He found another itch and waved it a few times. It felt too short, so he put it down again.

Then my father ridiculously took out his belt. After hesitating for a long time, one of my hands was still grabbing my trousers. I mocked him as he searched all the way. At this time, I couldn't help but say in the tone of Xiulian, "Dewang, aren't you afraid of losing your trousers when you hit me? You want to run away?"

"Poof!" Qingo laughed, and the wet stone touched him.

My father waved his belt at me angrily. Before I touched it, he took it back immediately and shouted, "Shut up! You deserve a beating! It's all my fault for spoiling you!"

The corners of my lips tilted as I looked at him with disdain as he whipped the air with his leather belt.

One time, the belt was a little closer to my face. When I was about to reach out to block it, my father screamed and quickly took back the belt.

Lu Shi and Qing Nuo held back their laughter as they watched their father's performance.

Xiu Lian said helplessly, "Deng, are you chasing away flies or driving away mosquitoes?"

Lu Shi and Qing Nuo couldn't hold back their laughter any longer.

My body was burning, and my breath was hot. I didn't want to see dad play monkey tricks anymore. I got up and went to my bedroom. When I wanted to lie down, dad grabbed me and said, "Don't go! Where did you get the money?"

I said impatiently, "Didn't I say? I bought a graveyard for you and Xiulian."

Regardless of what I was looking for, my father threw me on the arm of the sofa with one hand and fell on the sofa with the other hand. I was already in pain, and he beat me so hard that I almost lost my life. I fired at him and kicked him with one foot. At the same time, I hit him with the stuff on the tea table.

His father held onto his pants in one hand and hurried to dodge the attack. He was so mad that he cursed, "I've offended the lower-ups. What a bastard he is!"

The wet rock suddenly went to the balcony and found a wooden board a few fingers wide, which was made by his father. He handed the wooden board to his father and said nothing.

My father was also dizzy with anger. He took up the plank and rushed up to deal with me. I grabbed the plank and tried to fight with him over it. I was having a fever and had no strength to fight against him, so he held up the plank and was going to hit me hard. Suddenly, I had an idea and pulled over Xiulian, who was standing by and watching the scene. My father was caught off guard and even could not keep the plank. With a scream, Xiulian squatted down with her head in her hands. There was a trace of blood on her forehead. I suddenly had a feeling that I had lived for hundreds of years. So I took advantage of the victory to squat down and look at the plank in her injured father's hand. I used all my strength to smash on Xiulian's head to avenge my mother.

Chapter 15: I'm Not Going

Just as I was happily smacking the board at her head, I felt a sudden surge of energy. For some unknown reason, I found myself sprawled on the floor with a pain in my neck. What was going on? Why would I be kissing on the floor at the back of my head in such a pathetic state?

Before I could realize what was going on, I was lifted up and thrown on the sofa. When the wind blew, I saw a big slap coming from the wet rock. Before I reached out to block it, Qingo grabbed his arm from the side and shouted in a low voice, "Don't slap her in the face! You're going deaf! Can you raise her for the rest of your life?"

The wet rock hesitated for a moment and let go of it. His eyes were full of hatred when he looked at me. Although I was in a daze because of the fire, I was a brave and fearless pig. So we stared back at each other righteously. However, no matter how righteous we were, we didn't dare to beat the wet rock back. Although the wet rock was only fifteen years old, it was over 180cm in height. It was extremely sturdy and fierce among its peers. I didn't raise the polar bear in my mind. It was obvious that I was waiting to be killed if I took the initiative to attack. So I rubbed my neck and used my fierce eyes to kill it!

Pushi clenched his fists and wanted to beat me, but Qingno stopped him. I quickly found a fruit knife on the tea table and took it in my hand. Even if I couldn't kill the enemy, I could kill myself!

Of course, I'm just saying so. Please don't take it seriously!

Even though the fierce women in the movie had done so in order to avoid the misery of being shot by the bow or a sort of benefit-based fate, whether it was a tragedy or a benefit-based fate depended on the person involved. This was how handsome and imposing the criminal suspect was.

The problem was that if he was a handsome and tall man, even if he was standing on the road, there would be beautiful women who would rush over to recommend him... So, what those fierce women had encountered were mostly tragic fates, so they committed suicide!

If he was a handsome and imposing man like Seventh, these fierce girls would have followed him without hesitation. After enjoying his life, they would hold his pants and beg him to remember her cell phone number, QQ number, and 9 number. They would send him email number! But they were afraid that he would not accept them!

If you pulled it further, pulled it back.

First, Lushi is very handsome. Second, I am not a fierce woman. Third, Lushi is taking revenge for his mother, not asking me to shoot someone. It's a conclusion... I am holding the blade of the fruit knife tightly!

She cried and shouted at me, saying that she didn't want to live. Now she was bullied by a little girl and asked my father to drive me out.

My father also scolded me and kept saying that he would throw me out tomorrow.

I looked at my father, who had betrayed his words, and felt extremely angry and cold in my heart. Under the sadness, I only felt a burst of blood filled my eyes. The fever was getting more and more severe, and I felt dizzy. I forced myself to stand up, went to the kitchen, closed my eyes, and shed tears like broken beads. My heart and my hand trembled together. After a long time of hesitation, I turned on the gas switch with my trembling fingers. The sound of gas was terrible, but I only felt cold and desperate in my heart.

I staggered to the rooms to close the windows, and then looked for firewood everywhere. My father did not smoke and didn't have a lighter. He didn't find firewood for a while. Forget it, I would turn on the light switch later.

"Yes, I know a lot. Although I am not very old, my mother has taught me a lot of precautionary measures. One of them is that if the gas leaked out, you must open the window immediately. You must not light it or turn on the light, because electric arcs can cause an explosion."

In the living room, the three of them were bandaging up Xiu Lian's wound. They wanted her to go to the hospital, but Xiu Lian refused. She hugged her head and cried, forcing her father to chase her away. Her father agreed without saying a word.

The sound of Xiulian's crying and her father's promise covered the sound of gas.

I looked at the anxious Qingno and wanted to remind him not to be buried in the sea of fire. As for me, it didn't matter if I died or not.

So I walked up to him and pulled him along. He looked at me in confusion. The gas was starting to taste good now, but the smell wasn't big. I pulled him through the kitchen in a hurry, wanting to open the door and push him out.

Suddenly, Qingo shouted, "Green gas!" He crashed into the kitchen and wanted to find the light switch. Seeing what was going on, I shouted, "Don't turn on the light!"

Bennon paused, groped for the gas switch in the darkness, and was about to turn it off. Of course, I didn't want to let it go to waste. I pulled his arm and desperately fought with him, trying to push him out. He was fighting with me, and I was so anxious that I almost cried out, "Get out!" He flung me away and fumbled around, trying to turn off the gas switch.

I gritted my teeth and ran out of the kitchen. I put the door of the kitchen through the door and ran into the living room. I was going to turn off the lights and open them again. We could die together, but I still tried my best to keep Qingo.

After all, in this house, he is the only one who treats me well.

"Brother! Stop the pig! She wants to blow up the gas!"

The light switch of the lighthouse in the living room was on the other side. Before my hand touched the switch, a wet stone fell down to my hand. My hand grabbed a hard spot on his face, and he gave me a resounding slap in return.

The slap was very loud and painful. Half of my face was in great pain, and the blood in my mouth was everywhere. This slap was so powerful that all my courage was destroyed in an instant, destroying my fighting capacity.

My headache was severe as I laid on the floor in a dazed state, my hand helplessly grabbing something.

The wet stone was like a cheetah, opening every window quickly. Dad and Xiulian had no time to cry and hurriedly opened the window to breathe. Xiulian panicked and trampled on me several times.

Qingo also opened the kitchen window and kicked the door open. Suddenly, the cold wind from the north and south came through the hall. I couldn't help but shiver as I curled up on the ground. My body was burning too fiercely, and I even started to smile faintly at the ceiling.

"I don't want anything. I just want to die."

After a while, the smell of gas finally subsided. She took a deep breath, rushed over and started to hit him. She scolded, "You bastard! You want to kill our whole family! How can you be so cruel? What happened to me? What happened to you! We didn't hit you or scold you? Do you want to kill our whole family? Are you still a human?"