boyutpedia Chapter 1053: Kick on the nose and hit the face
Chapter 1053: Kick on the nose and hit the face
"Big brother! What are you doing? The children have done something wrong. You can teach them a lesson. Why...why are you using a sword to kill them?"
One of them, a middle-aged man who looked a dozen years younger than Duanmu Xiong and had a black mole on his face, asked stutteringly.
A short, skinny old lady also plucked up her courage, took two steps forward and said:
"Yeah, Xiong'er, what happened to you? You...did you really kill someone? Who...who was killed by you?"
She glanced back at her grandchildren and found that her most beloved grandson was not there. She became anxious and stepped forward, grabbing Duanmu Xiong's arm and asking harshly:
"Where's Cai Ge'er? Where's my Cai Ge'er? What did you do to my grandson? Did you really kill Cai Ge'er? You, you, you...how can you be so cruel? Oh my God! You are trying to kill me! If you want to kick us out, just say so. How can you kill people? Damn it! I'm going to sue you at the government office! I want you to pay for my grandson's life!"
As the old woman spoke, she lowered her head and bumped into Duanmu Xiong's stomach.
Duanmu Xiong took a step to the side, and the old woman missed her attack and hit her head on a stone pillar. Blood gushed out immediately, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted from the pain.
"mother!"
"Mom! How are you? Mom!"
The two women rushed towards the fainted old woman, but they did not dare to touch her, as they did not know whether she was dead or alive. They just kept calling her mother.
The black-mole man was so frightened that he retreated desperately while protecting the kids behind him, begging for mercy:
“Brother! Brother! Let’s talk it over! Don’t…don’t brandish your sword! Put the sword down! Let’s talk it over!”
Duanmu Xiong's eyes were red as he glared at the man and the boys behind him, gritting his teeth:
"Duanmu Song! I took you in with good intentions, but you took advantage of me and messed up my house. Why did you even destroy my wife's portrait? Tell me! Who allowed you to go to my study? Who allowed you to destroy my portrait? If you don't explain clearly, I will kill you all!"
"thump!"
The kids behind him were so frightened by his ferocious appearance like a ghost from hell that their legs went limp and they collapsed to the ground. Two of the timid ones even wet their pants.
The man with the black mole, Duanmu Xiong's cousin Duanmu Song, was also scared to death.
But he didn't think he was wrong, and he looked up and argued:
"Brother, aren't we a family? Why are we talking about different things? Your family is my family, and my children are your children. You will have to rely on Cai'er and his family to take care of you in your old age! What's wrong with children playing in their own home? What portrait? If it's broken, can't you just draw another one? Cai'er can draw, so just ask him to draw another one for you. How could you kill him? Cai'er, my son!"
As he spoke, Duanmu Song felt a pang of heartache. He no longer cared about anything else and sat down on the ground, beating his chest and stamping his feet, crying for his eldest son who had been "killed".
One of the two women also sat down on the ground, kicking her legs and beating her chest, crying miserably.
Duanmu Xiong's teeth were clattering as he squeezed out a few words:
"There is only one portrait of my wife, and it was painted by her herself. No one else can replace it!"
Duanmu Song choked, then continued to cry:
"Then you shouldn't have killed Cai'er! He is your eldest nephew, the one who will take care of you in your old age and see you to the end of your life! What's a portrait? How can a dead thing be compared to a living person? Your wife is dead, what's the point of having a portrait? You will rely on my children in the future!"