"Daddy—help us—Daddy—" The two boys, who were no more than eight or nine years old, cried out in fright, and looked in the direction of Meng Tianzong.

The other two women also had tears in their eyes, looking at him disappointed, scared, and helpless.

Meng Tianzhong only felt that his life was being held by someone, and looked at the family members opposite him looking at him with teary eyes, and the angry emotions just now suddenly dissipated.

His face was pale, he gritted his teeth fiercely, his arms trembled, and his eyes were full of unwillingness and anger.

He should have sent them farther away.

In this way, Jiang Qi will not be found.

Nor will he be caught in such a dilemma.

Could it be that everything he had planned should be abandoned like this?

He knew too well that if he laid down the dagger now, what awaited him next would be a never-ending prison sentence.

What's more, with Qiao's ability, it is possible for the court to sentence him to death.

He looked struggling and hesitated.

With a cold face, An Mian strode up to his wife, snatched the weapon from the man in black, she held the knife, and cut her neck directly—

Blood flows.

"Ahh Do you really want us to die for you? You don't want to let her go quickly! ”

There was no emotion in An Mian's eyes, it was all cold and angry.

She will also pay back the pain that her young lady has suffered!

She warned in a cold voice: "If you don't let go, the next one will be your eldest son." ”

Meng Tianzhong's back molars were clenched, his gums were bleeding, and his mouth was full of the bloody smell of rust.

His arm just loosened slightly.

The woman in his arms slammed a back elbow into his chest.

With a quick movement, he snatched the dagger from his hand.

"Poof-" The blade didn't enter.

The knife that was supposed to be inserted into the heart was forced to deviate at the end and pierced into the shoulder.

Blood gushed out.

Qiao Yining was still holding the handle of the knife in his hand, and his face and hair were splashed with hot blood, dripping drop by drop.

Her whole face was numb, indifferent, and expressionless.

Pulling out the dagger, he looked at Meng Tianzong who was gradually falling backwards, and in a trance, his face turned into Jiang Qi-

She closed her eyes fiercely, and when she opened her eyes again, that face was still Jiang Qi's face.

The blood in her whole body was frozen in an instant, she was limp and limp, and she sat on the ground with her legs limp, and her palms pressed against the liquid flowing from the floor.

She looked down and saw that it was all blood—

Her hands, and her clothes, were all red—

She trembled instantly, her eyes were flustered, and all kinds of emotions of nervousness, fear, pain, and regret wrapped her tightly.

Did she just recognize the wrong person?

Did she stab Jiang Qi, not Meng Tianzong?

Her mind was so messy and heavy that she couldn't even think hard about what was going on———

Four years ago, she didn't go to him, which led to the news that he had died.

Four years later, she found Jiang Qi, the only one who had anything to do with him, and desperately wanted to make up for all the guilt and remorse for him.

But what did she do?

She stabbed Jiang Qi .....

Her eyes were red, a stream of heat gushed out of her eyes, her heart was as distressed as a knife, her lips trembled and she shouted in pain: "Jiang Qi ....."

A pair of warm palms held her cold face, and the rough fingertips wiped the blood off her face, and the man's low and soft voice responded, "I'm here." ”

Qiao Yining stared at the man in front of her with a thick mist, and couldn't see his face clearly at all, but the voice was so similar to Jiang Qi, she couldn't believe it, and her hands wanted to wipe her eyes hard, "You... Be? ”