Shen Yanxiao could clearly see that Lan Fengli’s next blow was to dig out Shen Jiayi’s heart.
Although she and these two naughty brats had been sick of each other for a long time now, in the end, they were still Shen Feng’s grandchildren. If she really slaughtered them, she feared that Shen Feng would be saddened.
She did not want to cause the unhappiness of the people she cared about just because of such trash.
Moreover, Lan Fengli’s blows were already heavy enough. It should be considered a lesson to them.
After Shen Yanxiao finished talking, Lang Fengli immediately turned to her side without any hesitation and no longer looked at Shen Jiayi and Shen Jiawei.
Shen Yanxiao sighed and looked at Lan Fengli’s hand which were covered in blood. Her heart was filled with emotion. She did not expect this adorably stupid killing God to actually cherish her as an elder sister, and could not even tolerate others saying she was not. If she had not spoken and stopped him, perhaps, Shen Jiayi and Shen Jiawei had become two cold bodies by now.
Shen Yanxiao stared at the unsightly blood stains on Lan Fengli’s hand and wanted to wipe it away.
However, Lan Fengli became flustered and put his hands behind his back, his cheeks turned a bit red, and said somewhat embarrassed, “My hand is dirty.”
Although he had lost his memories, Lan Fengli still knew that blood was a filthy thing and he did not want his sister to be stained by the blood.
Shen Yanxiao blinked her eyes and laughed.
“Don’t worry, give me your hand.”
Lan Fengli hesitated for a moment before slowly extending his hand out. But before that, he tried hard to rub the blood on his clothes as he did not want it to get onto Shen Yanxiao’s body.
Shen Yanxiao pulled his hand and picked up the handkerchief from the table then gently wiped it.
Regardless of what Lan Fengli was like in the past, after losing his memories, he was like a child without any sense of security. He would never say a word, but would always follow behind her like a small tail. The young boy, who could not utter even a single word easily, was willing to kill again for her. There was no slight hesitation nor wavering even.
Shen Yanxiao felt a subtle feeling from the bottom of her heart. The little traces of that killing God that had been left in her mind gradually faded and was completely replaced by the foolish younger brother before her eyes.
Shen Jiawei supported Shen Jiayi who had already passed out. He looked at Lan Fengli still terrified and he dared not move heedlessly. He had no idea who the other party was. Why would he call Shen Yanxiao sister? Why would he suddenly jump out and kill people when Shen Jiayi insulted Shen Yanxiao?
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Shen Yanxiao impatiently swept Shen Jiawei a glance and said coldly, “If you don’t want her to die from excessive bleeding, hurry up and take her to the doctor. If she dies halfway, don’t blame me.” She really did not want to see the faces of these brats any second longer.
Shen Jiawei swallowed his saliva and dared not say anything. He hurriedly carried Shen Jiayi up and ran out without turning his head back.
In front of the door of the private room, the large bloodstains were a reminder of the scene that had just occurred.
The four animals became even more curious about Lan Fengli.
“Little Xiao, is he really your younger brother ah?” Tang Nazhi whispered secretly. This youth’s justifying mentality was absolutely inherited from Shen Yanxiao!
Shen Yanxiao raised an eyebrow and said quite proudly, “Yes, he’s my family! Little Feng is my brother.”
Hearing the first time Shen Yanxiao called him brother, Lan fengli’s white little face was flushed with red. He lowered his head feeling a bit shy and somewhat joyful, and a sweet feeling filled his heart.
Sister finally called me brother.
Shen Yanxiao originally had an outstanding beauty. Now that she was standing in front of the Vermillion Bird Clan’s gates, she inevitably attracted the attention of the passers-by.
A few moments later, the locked gate opened up, and a servant of the Vermillion Bird Clan stretched his head and looked outwards.
The servant swallowed his saliva and stammered, “Please… may I know who are you looking for?”
Shen Yanxiao: I’m Shen Yanxiao.
Servant: *stared widely at her*
Shen Yanxiao: *Hmmm? Did I got the wrong house? But I swear this gate belongs to the Vermillion Bird Clan, unless… they are not living here anymore?!*
Shen Yanxiao: *Impossible! Even if the clan became poor, that still won’t be enough for them to sell the house for money! Then why does this servant not recognize me?*
Shen Yanxiao: *looked at Vermillion Bird’s eye to ask him when she saw her reflection* *Ah right, my appearance of course.*