Insufficient balance

  "No!" Xiao Heng could no longer bear such a great humiliation, shouting loudly, the veins on his forehead bulging out.

  At this time, Xue Chongxun's fingers were moving down along the smooth abdominal groove of Duan Shi, and his hand was placed on the skirt head of Duan Shi, where a small bunch of black hair emerged. His fingers pinched and rolled the flat and curly hair, which had shock-absorbing and heat-dissipating functions. Hearing Xiao Heng's loud shout, Xue Chongxun's fingers stopped moving and turned back to look at him.

  It's really too much, San Niang couldn't help but say: "Lang Jun, why don't we just kill this woman and be done with it?"

  Xue Chongxun took a glance at San Niang, then turned his head to look at the tears on Du Shi's eyelashes, hesitated for a moment, and said: "No way, if it were just a murder case, it would be too ordinary."

  San Niang didn't know what sinister plot Xue Chongxun had, but since he had already spoken up, she didn't say anything more. She walked to the front of Xiao Heng and kicked him accurately in a certain part of his abdomen with one foot. He immediately fainted.

  Xue Chongxun looked at Dou Shi in front of him again, her eyes tightly closed. Because the nipple was teased by Xue Chongxun's strange technique, her face turned slightly red, but her eyebrows were tightly locked and she was desperately holding back.

  Xue Chongxun hesitated for a moment. A man like him could have an affair with any beautiful woman without any psychological barriers, even with his enemy. But he was hesitant because San Niang was by his side. For some reason, he suddenly realized that he seemed to care about San Niang's opinion of him. Otherwise, when San Niang said "just kill the woman with one knife" earlier, he wouldn't have needed to explain himself.

  His hand was on Du's waist and didn't move, and he couldn't help but say to San Niang: "Do you really want me to kill her directly?"

  San Niang's eyes involuntarily revealed a complex expression, with relief and surprise. She nodded: "I am also a woman. And..."

  "What else?" Xue Chongxun asked out of habit.

  San Niang hesitated, lost in thought. Xue Chongxun furrowed his brow and said: "Last time you said there was something you wanted to tell me, but after a few days you changed your mind... what is it?"

  San Niang looked into Xue Chongxun's eyes, and her eyes actually showed a pleading and sadness, why did she have such an expression? Xue Chongxun didn't understand.

  "And also, I don't want you to become that kind of person."

  "I was always this kind of person, now we are killing women and children!" Xue Chongxun said to her.

  San Niang didn't say a word, and directly walked to Dou Shi's front, stretched out her hand and pinched her neck. Dou Shi's eyes suddenly opened wide, a flash of panic crossed her eyes, her body fiercely arched upwards, struggling with all her might, desperately twisting about. But San Niang's hands were like iron pincers, tightly clamping onto her neck, as her two hands also wildly flailed about there.

  Duo's mouth slowly opened, revealing her moist pink tongue tip. Due to suffocation, her face was flushed red, and a strange "gurgling" sound came from her throat. Fine beads of sweat also appeared on her forehead, and her two legs bent and stretched, using force to kick and thrust her body, just like a fish that had left the water's surface.

  Before long, Dou Shi's eyes became dull and lifeless like dead ashes. She strained her neck and made indistinct noises, with saliva slowly flowing down the corner of her mouth. Her fingers anxiously scratched back and forth, but there was nothing on the chopping board that she could strike.

  Her violent struggles only made her life disappear faster, her mouth opened wider, making futile efforts to breathe in air, and then her body began to rise uncontrollably, kicking her legs more fiercely but utterly useless.

  Her strength soon weakened, and her nose mucus mixed with saliva dripped down to her chin, hanging in a thread, becoming an irregular spasm. Her hands also stopped resisting, no longer making those futile attempts, just pulling hard on the iron-like hand that was strangling her neck.

  Her eyes were half-closed, and a dazed gaze emerged from under her eyelashes, somehow presenting an indescribably coy appearance. Her bright lips were slightly parted, with a thin string of saliva dripping from the corner of her mouth. Her swollen tongue was moving around inside her mouth, and the tip of her wet tongue was pressed tightly against the back of her teeth. The expression on her face had become one of excitement and intoxication at some point, as if she were savoring some special pleasure.

  Xue Chongxun saw the situation in front of him and thought of what he had heard before, that when a person is suffocating to death, they would have an unusual feeling of pleasure. Looking at Duan's appearance, could it be true?

  At this moment, Du's body suddenly arched again, and then began to rise, those two heavy breasts also seemed to become even more tense, as if they were raised higher, and the elasticity also seemed to become stronger.

  Her last ounce of strength burst out, her body arched into a bow about to shoot, her waist straightened up, and she was stuck there, just like the fish that had been thrown into the oil pan, instantly fried crispy.

  Just then, Xue Chongxun discovered that Du's skirt was wet with a big patch, the wet long skirt stuck to her legs, as if she had lost control of her bladder.

  Xue Chongxun walked over, stretched out his hand to probe in front of her nose, and found no breath. He then pressed his hand on her left breast for a moment, and there was no heartbeat either. Lady Duan was really dead.

  She lay there with her four limbs stretched out in all directions, her eyes half open.

  San Niang found a piece of clothing and was about to cover Du Shi with it, but Xue Chongxun said: "Don't cover her, let her be like this." After saying that, he looked at the baby in the cradle again and said: "I killed the parents of this boy, he is a hidden danger, can't stay, do I still give him a chance to grow up and find me to take revenge?"

  San Niang glanced at Xue Chongxun and walked over, drawing her short sword to stab. The killer indeed killed people with no pressure.

  Xue Chongxun shifted his gaze to the unconscious Xiao Heng, thought for a moment, then walked forward and removed one of Xiao Heng's shoes, throwing it to the ground. This way others would know that Xiao Heng was not dead, but didn't know who had taken him captive, leaving him alive.

  Xiao Heng was woken up by San Niang, and he looked at his wife who had died a terrible death on the chopping board, as well as the blood dripping from the cradle. His eyes were already red, but he couldn't cry anymore. He stared fixedly at Xue Chongxun, as if he wanted to tear off Xue's flesh piece by piece and devour it.

  Xue Chongxun said coldly: "You should have mustered up the courage to try it earlier, and stabbed me to death with that knife."

  Xiao Heng was quickly tied up with ropes, a piece of cloth stuffed into his mouth, and he was carried out of the courtyard by Xue Chong and three others. They swaggered as they pushed Xiao Heng into a felt-lined carriage and drove off. This alley was relatively quiet, and when they left, they didn't run into anyone else, but even if they had, it wouldn't have mattered; by the time the city patrol arrived, the people would probably be long gone.