C7 Sword-drawn Anxiety

"Let's go!"

My father-in-law's expression was extremely ugly. He had brought me and my husband to the twentieth house.

When he heard that it was his father-in-law who had come, he happily came over to welcome him. However, in the blink of an eye, he once again saw me and Nineteen. The contrast was simply too obvious, and his face immediately grew long.

"Why are you guys here? I really can't get rid of him. "

Seeing his arrogant and despotic appearance, his husband clenched his fists tightly and smashed them towards his face.

With a "Aiyo!", his face swelled up when he saw twenty years old. He was stunned on the spot when he saw nineteen people beat up his mansion. He had lost all face …

Twenty looked around angrily, cursing, "A bunch of useless bums! Are you going to watch a show?"

Due to the relationship between them and their families, they did not dare to make a move. Now that they heard the words of twenty years old, all of them held onto swords and sabers as they rushed forward, surrounding their husband.

What was the point of this? I got up and stood in front of my husband, but he pulled me back.

"What a collusion!"

Twenty sneered.

Hearing this, Nineteen flew into a rage. He stretched out his hand to hit Nineteen, but was stopped by the people below.

In the end, the father couldn't stand watching on by the side and pointed to the twenty as he scolded, "You ingrate, I wonder how your brother has taken care of you all these years? It would be better to have a dog! "

Twenty's expression was cold. "Father, if there's cause, there's cause. Since things have progressed to this point, I'll say it in advance!"

Pointing at me and my husband, he said angrily, "My mother died in the hands of this wretched couple! All these years, I had to endure the humiliation and pretend that I didn't know anything just to wait for today. Otherwise, why would I come here to be an official? "

When he heard twenty mention the old story, his father-in-law shook his head: "How is that possible?"

"At that time, I saw them carrying a package with blood stains on it. At that time, I did not think too much into it, but after that, I thought about the consequences and came to a conclusion!"

As he spoke, his voice also began to sob. Indeed, Zhou Feng`er was a bad person, but as far as he was concerned, she was first and foremost his mother.

The corners of her husband's mouth quivered, but he disappeared after a while. He said coldly, "There is no basis for saying that."

20 grabbed her husband's collar and fiercely said, "What do you think I've been doing these past few days? I have already secretly sent people to search the village! "

Sneering, he continued, "Even if I have to follow the path you guys took back then, even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will still find it!"

Husband snorted disdainfully and said, "That might not necessarily be us killing him."

He straightened his robe and smiled, "I am a local parent."

With that, he turned around and left.

At this moment, the public father, who was stunned on the spot, couldn't stop sizing up the two of us. His eyes were bloodshot as he said, "20 … Ling'er?"

"Dad, don't listen to me."

It seems that my husband has decided to keep this a secret. He is afraid that I will be harmed …

My husband pulled me away, but we had to "invite" someone over to a remote courtyard. When we saw the knife on his neck, we could only bow down and beg for it …

Lying here makes me uneasy.

"Let's sneak away," whispered his husband. "We can't escape this disaster."

"Alright."

In the dead of night, my husband whispered for me to get up. But when I finished packing and was about to get up to follow him out of bed, I heard footsteps approaching from outside.

I looked at my husband, who obviously heard me, and he tiptoed over to the window and gently opened it with his hand.

Vaguely, I noticed that there was something wrong with his expression. I also went closer and saw that there were a dozen black shadows slowly approaching our room. There was also a faint cold light flashing from the black figure.

"They carry knives."

Husband whispered, "It seems like 20 doesn't want us to live anymore. Maybe he already found the corpse, but he has no proof."

It's no wonder that the twenty steps we made today were so tight on us. It was most likely to expose us on purpose.

Looking around, I'm afraid this room is deliberately arranged by twenty people. There is only a window right in front of the yard, and the ten or so people there are already fish on the chopping block, so we can only allow ourselves to be slaughtered.

My husband looked around but there was no place to hide. He carried me to the ground and instructed, "Don't come out."

After that, he looked at the sword I was about to use and smiled. "I hope that it can protect you once more."

I watched from under the bed as he moved the desk to the door and piled up whatever he could.

At this moment, the sound of footsteps came closer and his husband's breathing began to fluctuate.

I looked at the sword in my hand, then looked at my husband's unarmed hands, and took out the sword.

I haven't opened it since last time. It should be ten years ago now, and I don't know how much effort I'll have to open it this time.

With one hand on the hilt of my sword and the other on the scabbard, I easily moved it away. However, for some reason, as I held it in my hand, a surge of strength surged from my body.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I even felt that it was stronger than the last time.

Now that I had heard the sound of the door opening, I naturally couldn't open it.

Grasping my sword, I walked to my husband and whispered, "My husband, this is for you."

"Who is it!"

The people outside clearly heard me.

When my husband saw me running out, his expression started to darken …

Obviously, they knew we weren't asleep, so they started knocking at the door. After all, there were a dozen of us, and although we fought desperately, we were immediately defeated.

The door slammed after us.

A dozen or so people wearing night clothes immediately rushed in.

"I advise you to be a bit more obedient, and die a bit more comfortably."

The leader of the group said.

"It has nothing to do with her. Let her go." My husband hugged me tightly and snapped.

When he said this, the dozen or so men in black actually laughed out loud, "Quite tough!"

"No one will be able to hear you even if you scream till your throat breaks!" The man in black said proudly, "Since you don't know your place, I will take this little lady's knife first."

As I spoke, I sized up the pair of shifty eyes. "I told you to be happy before you died."

The sword that was just handed over to my husband was still in my hand. For some reason, the sword in my hand started to tremble. It seemed to be very angry.

Upon seeing this, her husband whispered, "Leave it to me."

At this moment, I unexpectedly didn't want to give it to him. I tightly gripped the hilt of my sword and stared blankly at them.

"Oh, is my wife angry?"

Maybe I looked weak, but I was also a woman. Even though I was holding a sword, I didn't have much power to intimidate others.

I raised my sword and pointed it at them. "Scram! Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite!"