Daily Life of the Reborn Daughter

Seeing Shen Hongqi's increasingly ugly face, Shen Hongxun smiled more happily, and teased him a few more words, which made him close his eyes with a livid face, before giving up.

So he ignored him, turned around, and looked at the Buddha statues casually from boredom.

Talking is better than nothing, just passing the time.

Two people who hate each other have to stay in one place. This is the way everyone prefers to get along.

What Shen Hongxun didn't see was that behind him, Shen Hongqi, whose legs had not yet recovered and could only move in a wheelchair, was slowly standing up.

With cold eyes and expressionless face, he stared at Shen Hongxun's back, slowly took out a dagger from his arms, and walked slowly towards Shen Hongxun step by step.

Shen Hongxun seemed to feel something, his body was slightly stiff, he turned around sharply, met Shen Hongqi's eyes, and smiled lightly.

Shen Hongqi's complexion changed drastically, and he roared ferociously, raising the dagger in his hand and rushing towards Shen Hongxun.

Shen Hongxun's pupils deepened, he dodged sideways, waved his arms to cover, the bright and sharp dagger slashed across his arm, and blood burst out instantly, staining his light blue sleeves.

Shen Hongqi's distorted and ferocious face showed a bit of a smile, growled and rushed towards Shen Hongxun again, this time the dagger in his hand was more accurate, and went straight to Shen Hongxun's heart.

What is he afraid of? Anyway, in the eyes of everyone, he is a cripple whose legs cannot walk and can only sit in a wheelchair. If Shen Hongxun is dead, then there is no proof of death!

Who knows if he had a grudge with someone outside and was killed? What does it have to do with me?

Who would doubt himself who had been hurt for so long?

It's just that Shen Hongqi's aim was right this time, but Shen Hongxun's reaction speed was much faster than his movements. After all, he had been sitting in a wheelchair for a long time and hadn't exercised for a long time. It's not smooth, how hard can it be for Shen Hongxun to avoid it?

Shen Hongxun evaded, grabbed his wrist, and wrestled with him.

The two fought each other and fell to the ground. Shen Hongxun saw the opportunity and knocked away the dagger in Shen Hongqi's hand, and the two directly swung their fists.

Although Shen Hongxun's arm was cut by a dagger and blood was seen, the wound was not deep, it was just a skin trauma. Seeing the blood dripping from that arm was quite frightening, but in fact it didn't affect him much. action.

At least, in this dangerous moment, the pain of flesh and blood is nothing at all.

Shen Hongqi suffered a lot because his body suffered too much. With his heart full of hatred and only three tricks, he soon collapsed and was caught by Shen Hongxun, who cut his hands behind his back and completely suppressed him.

Shen Hongxun suppressed him to lie on the ground, and angrily asked: Second cousin! So your legs have been healed a long time ago! Good, good, I didn't expect you to be so vicious and want my life! What am I going to do? Where did I offend you? Made you hate me so much?

The feeling of being pressed on the ground with hands clipped backwards to control it is really terrible. Shen Hongqi felt that this was a great humiliation. He was so angry that his face flushed red and his forehead was twitching. Question Lao Tzu here! Shen Hongxun, what have you done yourself that you don’t know? You killed me, it’s you who killed me! If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be what I am today!”