Chapter 452: You Dare!

The kneeling servants could not help but tremble, and everyone was so frightened that they did not dare to look up to see their master.

Xuanyuan Lie's face was relatively calm: "Do I still need to go to the darkroom to bring the child out in person?" His tone was very calm, without even any ups and downs. But I could feel the sharpness in his eyes, which was terrifying... Even Xiaoxiao standing next to him could feel the cold domineering force. Even though there is no ups and downs of language, it is a real command.

At this time, the kneeling servants all raised their heads. You looked at me, and I looked at you. stood up.

Xiaoxiao looked at the servants in confusion, why did they stand up again?

"Yes, Master."

The servants bowed their heads respectfully, then turned and walked towards the so-called darkroom.

"You, how dare you!" Hong Xuemei shouted.

The servants just lowered their heads. He said nothing and walked away silently.

At this moment, Xiaoxiao understood everything again. Xuanyuan Lie's words were actually more useful than Hong Xuemei. It was obvious that Hong Xuemei was the owner who had always lived in this home. Xuanyuan Lie only came back occasionally, but it was obvious that everyone was more Loyal to Xuanyuan Lie.

Hong Xuemei stopped talking. She knew that it was useless to say anything else. There was no way to change what her son had decided. Just grit your teeth.

It is impossible for Xiaoxiao to say anything more here. After all, she is just an outsider, and this war was really caused by her and Maomao. But there was no way to participate, so I just thanked him for his help.

Xuanyuan Lie didn't say anything, he was still so bland.

After a while, the servant came out with a child. The clothes on his body were a little dirty and wrinkled. His hair was also very messy, and there were some scratches on his face, which looked like he had been tortured. But fortunately, there didn't seem to be any big problems.

The little hands and feet are still fine.

"Mommy..." Maomao opened his eyes wide.

Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief: "Maomao." A relieved smile finally appeared on her lips. Fortunately, everything was fine. If something happened to Maomao, she didn't know what to do.

Maomao's eyes slowly moved to Xuanyuan Lie. Instantly, stars appeared in his eyes before he could speak.

Hong Xuemei strode towards the maid, gently pushed the maid away, and pulled Mu Maomao into her arms.

Naturally, the maid did not dare to resist and could only stand aside with her head lowered.

"Ah!" Maomao screamed in fright at her sudden pull. Turning to stare at Hong Xuemei.

"Mrs. Hong, what are you doing?!" Xiaoxiao looked nervously and wanted to walk towards them quickly.

"Don't come here!" Hong Xuemei shouted loudly, and as soon as she said it, she took out a beauty knife she carried with her and put it on Maomao's neck.

Maomao blinked and looked at the knife on his neck. He pursed his lips.

"Mrs. Hong! What are you doing? What's wrong with Maomao? He's just a child, please don't scare him." Xiaoxiao stopped and stretched out her hands, trying to stop Hong Xuemei's actions.

Hong Xuemei pointed the knife at Mu Maomao's neck. She used her strength and the sword almost penetrated the delicate skin...

"How am I doing? Mu Xiaoxiao, what can you tell me? Why do you always show up and bring so much trouble to our family? It was you, it was you who killed my Xiaoya. Don't think I don't know, Xiaoya Ya died in your house after I went out with you!" Hong Xuemei suddenly roared, and her image as a noble lady disappeared in an instant.

Xiaoxiao's face also froze: "Hong, Mrs. Hong, you, listen to me... about Xiaoya..."

"Do you want to explain? Hehe, no matter how hard Lie'er helps you hide it, paper can't cover the fire. Xiaoya committed suicide. It's not wrong, but she committed suicide because of you, a woman! That's my daughter. ! Xiao Ya is a piece of flesh that fell off my body. If you kill my daughter, then one life will pay for another life, and your son will not be able to live! "

Her pupils were dilated, and her eyes were instantly filled with mist. She could not deny what Hong Xuemei said. She would always have endless guilt for Xiao Ya.

With a pop, Mu Xiaoxiao knelt on the ground.

"Mommy!" Maomao was anxious.

Xiaoxiao had tears in her eyes: "Mrs. Hong, please understand how a mother feels. Everything is my fault. If you want to punish Xiaoya for her death, then punish me. Maomao is innocent. He has nothing to do with anything. I don't know. He's just a child." His voice had become hoarse.

"Haha...hehehe. Death? Death is so easy. But what you let me experience is the pain of losing my daughter. I also want you to taste this pain." Hong Xuemei's knife tip a little bit stabbed the cat into the neck. I saw that the tip of the knife had cut through his skin, and a few drops of blood flowed down the tip of the knife.

It was a dazzling bright red.

Because of the pain, Mu Maomao pursed her lips, but did not cry out, "Mommy, I'm not afraid. Don't cry."

But how could she not cry? She knelt on the ground, grabbing her clothes with both hands, and tears kept flowing down. These tears were firstly out of worry, and secondly because of the debt she owed to Xiaoya, a member of the Xuanyuan family. Owe: "Mrs. Hong, I beg you, don't... don't, just kill me. Let me pay for Xiaoya's life, don't hurt the cat." As she said this, she had already taken out the short knife on her body and put it away. on the ground.

But Hong Xuemei didn't show any mercy, and her expression became even more ferocious.

"Kill you? Let this child go? Doesn't that mean let you go! The mother's debt must be repaid! I will make you suffer forever. Let you feel the pain of losing my daughter!" Hong Xuemei raised her hand, knife I want to thrust hard.

The fresh cut was bleeding, running down his neck and staining his white collar red. no, do not want! Mu Xiaoxiao's pain instantly amplified, and her heart began to tremble.

Cats cannot be harmed.

Closing her eyes, her tears fell, Mu Xiaoxiao opened her mouth wide, lay on the ground and shouted loudly: "No! Madam Hong, Maomao is your grandson. Don't hurt him!" It was a hoarse voice. Her only way. In debt to Xiaoya. She could never disrespect Hong Xuemei. But...you can't ignore your son.

Hong Xuemei's hand paused in the air, and the smile at the corner of her mouth turned ferocious: "Ha, hahahahahaha. Mu Xiaoxiao, how much longer do you want to deceive me with this? The paternity test is all fake, how can you still How long do you want to trick me with this? Do you treat me like a three-year-old?"

Mu Xiaoxiao shook her head wildly: "No, I didn't lie to you. Maomao is really your grandson." She could no longer estimate anyone's emotions, and all she did was to save Maomao.

The words had already been spoken, she knelt on the ground and turned her head stiffly to look at Xuanyuan Lie.

His eyes were still so cold, and he didn't seem to react to what she just said. Maybe Xuanyuan Lie also thought that she was setting up a trap to save Maomao.