novelraw Chapter 285 Killing you is too easy.
Chapter 285 Killing you is too easy.
Chapter 285 Killing you is too easy.
Huo Mingyang was speechless, a moment of pain flashing in his eyes, his hands hanging limply at his sides.
Sang Qing glanced at him indifferently and answered for him, "You've thought about it. Even if you know the consequences, you still choose to do it because she's your daughter, the only young lady of the Marquis of Ruian's mansion."
"Is that so, Lieutenant General Huo?"
Sang Qing's voice trailed off softly and slowly. The title "General Huo" that came out of Sang Qing's mouth carried an invisible yet sharp irony, like needles piercing straight into Huo Mingyang's heart.
Huo Mingyang was pale. He couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal and could only offer a feeble apology and plead for mercy.
Sang Qing looked at Huo Mingyang, without any expression of sadness or joy.
She already gave me the face I was owed last time.
She said that as long as she came back alive, she would never let her go.
Sang Qing drew a short knife from Shi Ying's waist, the sharp blade reflecting the exquisite smile blooming on Sang Qing's lips.
The plain-colored skirt rippled with flowers, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Joey.
The person closest to the speaker was startled and quickly reached out to block the attack.
As the fierce palm strike came down, Sang Qing nimbly withdrew her attack, avoiding injury.
With his words shielding Qiao Luoyi behind him, he looked at Sang Qing in front of him with complicated eyes, and finally spoke, "Miss Sang, I am willing to let you do as you please, I only ask that you... spare my wife."
Sang Qing looked at him with a half-smile, "Do you think that's possible?"
Yan Ci's brows furrowed deeply, and his tone became serious, "Miss Sang, you're wearing such a beautiful dress today, why bother getting it dirty with violence?"
He didn't want to fight Sang Qing, but they were on different sides, so he had no choice.
Huo Mingyang also realized what was happening. Although he felt ashamed after Sang Qing's words, he still stepped in front of Qiao Luoyi without hesitation.
Sang Qing's outfit today was prepared by Shi Ying: a light purple autumn-style long dress that was both warm and beautiful. The skirt was embroidered with delicate lotus and vine patterns, and the waist belt accentuated her slender waist.
Her long hair was loosely tied up, revealing a striking champagne-colored bow at the nape of her neck.
It wasn't a grand affair, but it was still so beautiful that you couldn't take your eyes off it.
The ribbon hanging from the bow fluttered gently in the air with Sang Qing's movements. Sang Qing's gaze swept over the two of them and landed on Qiao Luoyi, who was already terrified. "Qiao Luoyi, you should have been very happy."
Sang Qing's voice drifted through the air, seemingly disdainful, seemingly pitying, light and airy, yet carrying a chilling killing intent.
When Qiao Luoyi met Sang Qing's gaze, he was startled by the icy killing intent within it and instinctively shuddered.
She knew she was doomed; Sang Qing would never let her go.
His gaze lingered on the doorway, then turned away in despair.
Sang Qing also glanced at the door and raised an eyebrow.
Perhaps driven by a sense of desperation, hatred overcame fear, and Qiao Luoyi glared at Sang Qing, seemingly insane, "Are you pitying me? What right do you have?"
"You killed Nanxin."
"You're the one who sent that madman back to prevent Nanxin from inheriting the property, and even had him kill him, right?"
"Sang Qing, you vicious female."
Sang Qing was taken aback for a moment after listening to Qiao Luoyi's barrage of words.
However, I quickly realized that it was probably Manju who did it.
Two of the three beastly husbands ruined her life, and Nanxin was the one who had been with her the longest and was also her savior. No wonder she harbored such deep resentment towards her.
It's unclear whether this stems more from feelings for Nanxin or resentment at not being able to get something for nothing.
But what does all this have to do with her?
He narrowed his eyes, twirled the short knife in his hand, and pointed the tip directly at Qiao Luoyi, launching another attack.
In a one-on-two situation, neither Huo Mingyang nor Yan Ci are mere showmen.
After a few moves, with a "clang," the dagger was knocked to the ground.
Huo Mingyang breathed a sigh of relief, "Let Xiao Luo go..."
The words came to an abrupt halt.
"Oh!"
He turned around, drew his gun, loaded it, aimed, and fired—all in one fluid motion.
Qiao Luoyi clutched his chest, his smug expression frozen on his face, staring incredulously at Sang Qing who had fired the shot, "You..."
Sang Qing slowly blew away the non-existent smoke from the gun muzzle, meeting Qiao Luoyi's gaze.
What's so surprising?
Did they think they couldn't kill her because she didn't have a knife?
They felt that if Shi Ying didn't make a move, she couldn't possibly kill her in front of Huo Mingyang and Yan Ci, two veteran generals who had fought countless battles.
"Killing you would be too easy." "I didn't bother with you before because I was too lazy to bother with you."
While Huo Mingyang and Yan Ci were still in shock, Sang Qing fired another shot, hitting them right between the eyebrows.
This completely extinguished Joey's hope for life.
Yan Ci stood there stunned, as if he had lost his soul.
"Xiao Luo!" Huo Mingyang's eyes were bloodshot as he glared angrily at Sang Qing. Just as he was about to make a move, Shi Ying moved, his tall figure blocking Sang Qing's path.
Orcs from all directions stepped forward, silently conveying a sense of oppression. Huo Mingyang and his men dared not move an inch.
Sang Qing glanced coldly at Qiao Luoyi on the ground, stepped out from behind Shi Ying, looked around, and gave a genuine smile, "Everyone, I'm back."
Most of the orcs from the shelter had arrived, filling almost the entire square.
Then there was Renoir, dressed in a blue and white uniform, who had just come out of the court hearing, while Lieutenant Ling was carrying a large stack of documents.
There was also Commander Bill, with Xiao Lu and Gu Yu beside him, their eyes red and swollen.
Even the very busy Jiang Zhiyi came in person.
……
The air fell silent for a moment, but the atmosphere did not freeze; instead, it surged with a high-spirited excitement.
Claire, who was closest, ran towards Sang Qing without saying a word, but tripped over Tao Tao.
"You son of a bitch!"
Claire fell flat on her face and started cursing.
Tao Tao got up and leaped out, transforming into human form as she reached Sang Qing, hugging his waist like a small cannonball.
Shi Ying frowned, but ultimately did not separate the people.
Tao Tao, noticing Shi Ying's displeased expression, stuck out her tongue and stepped out of Sang Qing's embrace.
She smiled and said, "Sister, welcome back. We've been waiting for you."
Claire got up, cursing as she came over, but when she met Sang Qing's gaze, her expression instantly changed. "My dearest healer sister, goddess, welcome back. I missed you so much."
After saying that, he didn't forget to subtly nudge Tao Tao with his shoulder.
Sang Qing chuckled; these two were such a pair of clowns.
Shifting my gaze, Kunxi's hair had grown a bit longer, and he grinned with a roguish air: "Healer, welcome back."
Yu Jin, as gentle as ever, said, "Welcome back, Healer."
Omia tossed his braids with a dashing air, his smile carefree: "Welcome back, Healer."
Assistant Xiao Zhuang Yifan: "Therapist, welcome back."
Bai Xiaoyi Feng: "Healer, welcome back."
The inhabitants of the shelter: "Welcome back, Healer."
Amidst the cheers of welcome back, Sang Qing felt a surge of warmth welling up inside her.
General Curry looked pleased, his satisfaction evident without needing to be expressed.
Qi Yanhao stood in the crowd and said, "Miss Sang, it's been a long time."
Lu Xuan was so excited that his ears practically popped out. Standing beside him was Lu Yi, who looked even more mature and composed. "Healer, it's so wonderful that you're back."
Many soldiers who had taken leave from the military to come and see her also greeted her with smiles.
Renoir nodded to her and Shi Ying, then led the adjutant Ling and the police officers, who were waving frantically at her with one hand free, off to do their work.
Xiao Lu stepped forward and hugged her, choking up and unable to speak. Sang Qing smiled at her easily.
Jiang Zhiyi extended a hand, "Qingqing, welcome back. When you have time, invite Xinyue to have dinner together."
Sang Qing understood immediately, reached out, and like the emoji Jiang Zhiyi often used, clenched her fists and bumped them together, smiling brightly, "Okay."
The joyful and excited atmosphere infected everyone, and no one paid attention to Joey's already cold body.
The verdict has been delivered: an S-rank healer naturally possesses the privilege of executing someone personally.
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