Since you use me to refine the sword, why don't I use you to sacrifice the sword!

Both branches of the Hui family were almost completely wiped out. No matter what the fate was, the Zhang family is still thriving today, but both branches of the Hui family have been completely killed by He Xiaoman with this kitchen knife. In the end,

This knife is still in the hands of the Zhang family!

He Xiaoman looked at the dark kitchen knife in his hand. It conveyed an extremely complex emotion, sadness, joy, relief, relief...

There was no anger.

Generation after generation, the souls of people have accumulated on this heavy kitchen knife. Maybe there was anger once, but it took too long and waited for too long, and gradually it turned into another, deeper obsession.

He Xiaoman's heart gradually became heavy.

She originally wanted to use this knife to chop Zhang Guoyin and Sun Lixia to death, a pair of beasts that were worse than beasts.

It's okay to hurt He Xiaoman, but he actually put his grandmother and mother's safety at risk for his own ulterior motives. He Xiaoman really couldn't bear it.

But now, the human treasure evil sword forged by the accumulated souls of the Zhang family's ancestors has returned to He Xiaoman. How can a person named He confidently kill the descendants of the Zhang family?

After this night, the knife now completely belongs to He Xiaoman. If He Xiaoman dies, the knife will rather destroy itself than fall into the hands of others, even the Zhang family.

Special ingredients were exchanged for the three-melon warming porridge suitable for grandma and Zhang Caihua. Jade melon, pumpkin, and green glutinous melon were supplemented with pure and pollution-free blood rice that had been exposed to the sun for a long time, and something similar to sugar osmanthus was added. The jade melon was as clear as

It's frozen, the pumpkin is golden, the glutinous melon is green and soft, and the blood rice grains are plump and round, which makes you particularly appetizing.

Zhang Caihua and her grandmother drank a bowl each. Not only did the fragrance linger on their cheeks and teeth, but the taste was fragrant and sweet, there was also a warm current slowly spreading from the stomach to the whole body. Soon the two of them were sweating slightly, and their whole bodies

So comfortable, the previous fatigue and discomfort seemed to be gone.

Zhang Caihua had been sleeping in the clear Bentley for a while before. Although the past few days were frightening, in fact, apart from being a little hungry and being pushed and threatened from time to time, there was no real harm. In addition, after eating

A bowl of three-melon warming porridge that contains energy and restores physical strength will make you feel good.

Grandma, on the other hand, has always been in a state of drowsiness and disembodiment. It is rare that she wakes up now and she doesn't feel much like sleeping.

He Xiaoman asked the kitchen to prepare preserved fruits such as mulberries and black dates, as well as purple sweet potato and chestnut cakes, sugar-free yam Shaqima, and a pot of jasmine tea. The three of them simply held a tea party in grandma's room.

I don’t know if it’s because Xiao Hei’s tail rolled the soul back into the soul bead along the way, or because Xiao Hei placed Grandma’s lost soul. Grandma particularly liked Xiao Hei and would gently scratch his neck with her fingers from time to time.

The bottom and behind the ears are said to be the places where cats like to be cared for the most.

Meow~~

The little black girl squealed in a sweet voice, even purring a little comfortably. Grandma narrowed her eyes with a smile: "This little thing is really rare."

He Xiaoman's face was evenly cracked than Xiao Hei who had been cut by magic hair.

Recruit, people, rare, rare?

Grandma, are you afraid that you have some misunderstanding about this word?

Don't you, the old man, have no idea how this guy managed to "poof" all the old rats in one bite?

Looking at this guy's round, round eyes, you can tell how full he was after eating.

"Is there anything in our kitchen that Little Hei can eat? Fish, chicken livers, canned food will do, too. Get some for him to eat. It's so pitiful for such a small thing."

"No need, it's already full."

"It tells you it's full?"

A whole litter of rats has been served, and they are all hiccuping. How can they still be full?

In fact, both grandma and Zhang Caihua know that Xiao Hei is not an ordinary cat, just like their Xiao Man is not an ordinary person. This is just a way for them to express their gratitude and love.

Especially Xiao Hei with such cute breasts. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Zhang Caihua would never have believed that the old lady's life was saved by a cat.

People say that black cats come from both ends, either to attract ghosts or to control houses. No matter which end Xiao Hei occupies, he is a noble cat of the Zhang family...a noble cat.

So it must be treated kindly.

Anyway, He Xiaoman and Xiao Hei both lost their vests in front of their mother and grandmother, so they simply asked Xiao Hei if he wanted to eat crispy yellow croaker.

Xiao Hei said he didn’t know what crispy yellow croaker was.

That’s right, it’s still a baby now.

In the original inn, I was forced to absorb ghosts from black eggs and advance to the Five-Tails level. I had no idea that there were many delicacies in the world.

He Xiaoman then gave instructions to the kitchen to make the yellow croaker in the refrigerator into crispy dried fish for Xiao Hei to try.

So here the three generations of grandparents drank scented tea and ate preserved fruit snacks and continued to describe the whole incident in detail, while Xiao Hei on the other side ate the yellow croaker with relish.

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…

With a "bang", in the main floor of the Jiang family's Shengshi Palace in Shengyang, a well-dressed man was kicked out and hit the wall more than three meters away, along with the sofa.

The man felt a dull pain in his chest. After spitting out a mouthful of blood with a pop, he felt his head go dark, and the sofa pocket fell down, causing another secondary injury.

"President...Yan'er..."

The man sitting in the wheelchair is about fifty years old. He has extremely fair skin. His gray hair is combed back to reveal a broad forehead. His thick eyebrows are as sharp as a knife and his eyes are as sharp as an eagle. The bridge of his nose is high and slightly hooked. The sides of his nose are erect.

The deep ravines indicate that this person must be extremely unsmiling.

At this moment, there was a couple of similar age sitting on the sofa in front of him. Facing people of the same age, this couple did not dare to speak or act rashly as if they were facing the sternest elders in their family.

Even when I just saw my son being kicked so hard that he vomited blood, with just a look from the man in the wheelchair, the person on the sofa immediately shut up and lowered his head silently, not daring to say another word.

"Didn't you say that you saw her bleeding with your own eyes and you didn't even blink?"

The man asked sinisterly, but his tone didn't sound very angry.

The person lying on the ground wanted to stand up and reply but couldn't, so he could only gasp and said: "Yes... President, I... I swear, really... I really kept the video on the whole time... the whole time...

"

Before he could finish his words, the teapot on the coffee table flew directly towards his head, and shattered on top of his head with a "clang". The tea and tea bags inside were splashed all over his face, and the man's forehead was also hit.

A bloody cut added a bit of frailty to this rather handsome face.

If He Xiaoman were here, he would definitely recognize that this person was Jiang Yan, the cousin of the Jiang family who once pretended to pursue her.
Chapter completed!