It seems they were conquered by her ruthlessness. Those uncles were clearly filled with admiration in their eyes. One of them stood up and applauded, "Good, truly Axuan's daughter, with the demeanor of her mother."
Yan Luoxi was so dizzy from the pain that she could only watch as the blood spurted out until it slowly trickled. She forced a smile, "So, do uncles think I've shown enough sincerity? If not, I can still..."
Before she finished speaking, she raised the knife again. The man in the upper right seat finally turned pale and stopped her, "No!"
Yan Luoxi didn't look at him. Just as the knife was about to stab into her thigh, Xue Changkong swiftly hit a nerve on her arm, causing the fruit knife to slip from her grasp, falling to the ground with a "clang", its shiny blade covered in blood, reflecting her ghostly expression, sending chills down one's spine.
Xue Changkong was both anxious and angry, "Luoxi, why are you so hard on yourself? What's the point?"
