Carefree Battle God

Seeing that his plan had failed, Wang Xiaoshu decided to tear off his face. He was so angry that he instantly suppressed Zhang Miaomiao.    

    

He then raised his palm high up and slapped her face one by one. He furiously said, "Damn it, you slut. Hurry and return the passbook to me!"    

    

"Smelly bitch, if you dare to disturb my business, I'll definitely kill you today!"    

    

Zhang Miaomiao was frightened by his sudden violence and immediately began to struggle violently. Then, he suddenly kicked and hit Wang Xiaoshu's stomach. Instantly, Wang Xiaoshu flipped over.    

    

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Miaomiao's physical strength would definitely not be as good as Wang Xiaoshu's. However, Wang Xiaoshu's strength had decreased a lot due to the injuries on his body.    

    

Zhang Miaomiao knew him very well, so she didn't hold back. She picked up the mop on the side and viciously smashed it onto Wang Xiaoshu's body, causing him to be covered in mud.    

    

The two of them began to fight with each other, and the more they fought, the more ferocious the fight became. Both sides were truly infuriated, and they both had a posture of "fight to the death" and "fight to the death".    

    

"Today is a good day! What I want to do can actually happen today! What a good day!"    

    

Right at that moment, the door was pushed open. Liu Hongyu walked in with a heartless smile as she hummed a small tune.    

    

However, when she saw what was happening in her home, she instantly became anxious. She hurriedly shouted and charged over.    

    

She was also furious and helped her son beat Zhang Miaomiao up. She grabbed Zhang Miaomiao's hair and said while gritting her teeth, "You little slut, you're not as outrageous as me, why are you still coming here today?"    

    

"Yesterday in the restaurant, you had already beaten my son to such a state. You still dare to be so presumptuous in my house? Do you believe that I won't fight with my life on the line with you today?"    

    

Even though Zhang Miaomiao was fighting one against two, her expression was extremely ferocious. She had no intention of admitting defeat. She directly pushed Liu Hongyu away and kicked her in the stomach.    

    

Liu Hongyu was directly sent flying. How could her physique be comparable to these youngsters? She could only hold her stomach and sit on the ground while moaning in pain. She couldn't even stand up.    

    

When Wang Xiaoshu saw this scene, his eyes immediately turned red. He rushed forward and once again threw himself at Zhang Miaomiao. He was gnashing his teeth and had completely lost his mind.    

    

At that moment, he saw a sharp fruit knife on the table beside him. Hot blood rushed to his head. He grabbed the fruit knife and stabbed at Zhang Miaomiao's stomach, as if he didn't care about his life.    

    

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"    

    

"You bitch! I'll kill you today! I'll kill you!"    

    

Zhang Miaomiao screamed as her face paled and her entire body was covered in blood. Right now, she wanted to open her mouth and beg for forgiveness, but her throat felt like it was blocked by someone, causing her to be unable to say a single word.    

    

Gradually, her breathing became heavier and heavier, and her ability to resist became weaker and weaker. She had completely lost her life.    

    

Liu Hongyu, who was standing at the side, was scared out of her wits. Her scalp went numb, and her heart was filled with fear, panic, worry, and fear.    

    

Her son had killed, her son was going to be a murderer.    

    

At this moment, Liu Hongyu's mind was completely blank. Only this thought made her sweat profusely.    

    

Wang Xiaoshu stabbed a few dozen times in one breath. In the end, he didn't have any strength left, so he finally stopped.    

    

By the time he calmed down, Zhang Miaomiao had already turned into a corpse covered in wounds. Her eyes were wide open and her face was filled with disbelief and deep resentment. She looked just like the victims in a horror movie.    

    

Wang Xiaoshu screamed. He looked at the knife in his hand that was covered in blood and threw it far away like a madman.    

    

He quickly looked at his mother, his face filled with confusion and fear. With a trembling voice, he said, "Mom, I killed someone. How could I kill someone? "What happened just now? What happened to me just now?!"    

    

As he spoke, he started to bawl. Although he had no culture, how could he not understand the principle of killing to pay for his own life?    

    

He was only in his twenties right now, and he hadn't even enjoyed anything. Was he going to be shot? Thinking of this, it was as if his four limbs had been frozen solid. His heart sank to the bottom and tears began to flow.    

    

Liu Hongyu hugged her son and started to cry as well. She patted his back and said, "Little tree, my son. How can you be so impulsive?!"    

    

"Do you know that killing takes one's life? Don't you want to die? If you get shot in there, what the f * * k am I still alive for?    

    

Wang Xiaoshu was shaking uncontrollably, his tears flowing as he said, "I don't want to go to jail, I don't want to die. Mom, you have to save me!"    

    

Liu Hongyu cried for a long time before she gradually calmed down. She wiped away the tears on her face. Unless someone is willing to die for you, what else can we do? "    

    

However, when she spoke of dying for you, her eyes suddenly lit up as she kept muttering to herself, "Die in your place, die in your place!"    

    

Wang Xiaoshu was stunned for a moment and said, "Mom, don't scare me like that. What's wrong with you?"    

    

"Don't talk."    

    

Liu Hongyu quickly said, "Let me think about it. Let me think about it."    

    

The whole room was filled with the smell of blood and Zhang Miaomiao's corpse was lying beside him. Wang Xiaoshu was scared to the point of trembling, yet he didn't dare to argue with his mother. He could only sit to the side and wait.    

    

After a long while, Liu Hongyu finally said, "Son, don't worry. Our top priority right now is to get rid of this man. I've thought of an idea and you won't die."    

    

"Now, since your dad hasn't come back yet, we must clean up the room and not leave any traces behind."    

    

Wang Xiaoshu heard there was still a way, so he quickly nodded. However, when he looked at Zhang Miaomiao's corpse, he found her eyes staring straight at him, giving him a fright.    

    

He turned around and said in a sobbing tone, "Mom, I'm so scared. How am I supposed to deal with her?"    

    

"Truly useless. Why weren't you afraid when you killed her?"    

    

Liu Hongyu raised her head and scolded him. Then, she stared at Zhang Miaomiao's corpse and gritted her teeth as she said, "Anyway, the worst case scenario would be death. We can't leave any evidence behind for them! Bring out a large suitcase, I'll carry it out for her! "    

    

Soon after, the mother and son duo picked up a suitcase and carried Zhang Miaomiao's corpse inside it. Then, he pretended as if nothing had happened and moved out of the district. He found a place without people and dug a hole to bury them.    

    

On the other side.    

    

"I'm finally done drawing. My eyes are hurting from the fatigue."    

    

In the evening, in a coffee shop near the city center, Chen Fusheng looked at the sketch on the table and nodded in satisfaction.    

    

After leaving Qingzhou University, he bought a drawing board and a pencil for drawing. He came here and ordered a cup of coffee, and started to paint his sister-in-law with rapt attention.    

    

He had once pretended to be a painter and learned some basic sketches, so his skills could only be considered average. He hadn't touched a brush in years, and his craftsmanship had deteriorated.    

    

Fortunately, he still had some foundation. Although his painting could not be compared to those professionals, it was still considered to be qualified.    

    

After an afternoon of unremitting efforts, he had finally finished a seemingly passable set of works. This made him extremely tired.