No one could have imagined that Zhou Yujiao was this kind of girl.
Lu Chengwen was deeply shaken.
A five-year-old child had possessed such cunning and endurance, yet had spent thirteen years in the Zhou family without anyone detecting anything amiss.
She was no simple person.
Zhou Yujiao looked calmly at Zhou Kailan. "Father, this may hurt a little. Please bear with it."
Then she smiled. "I'll enjoy this slowly."
Zhou Yujiao grabbed one of Zhou Kailan's ribs and snapped it out with a crack.
"Ah... urgh... ahhh... ah..."
With great difficulty, Zhou Kailan picked up a scalpel and stabbed at her.
"Watch out!" Lu Chengwen and Long Aotian warned at the same time.
Clang—!
Zhou Yujiao's snow-white little hands were now stained red with blood. She chopped off Zhou Kailan's hand with one stroke of her sword, her expression remaining blank.
Zhou Kailan screamed, "You... you actually know martial arts!?"
"Ah, a little."
Zhou Yujiao sneered. "I had a master. Every night, I went out to practice swordsmanship. To be honest, Father, I originally planned to kill you with martial arts."
Zhou Yujiao gently gripped another of Zhou Kailan's ribs. As she violently tore it outward, she said,
"But that didn't seem satisfying enough!"
"Ah—! Ah—!"
Zhou Yujiao said, "I originally planned to stab through my own heart with one sword on the day you received your heart transplant. Then I would watch you smile, watch your son have no heart to replace his own, watch you fly into a rage, watch you curse in despair, watch you... watch your own son do nothing but wait to die..."
Zhou Kailan's face had gone deathly pale. "You... you... you vicious bitch!"
"I'm vicious?"
Zhou Yujiao smiled as she grabbed another rib. "You murdered my entire family, raised me, then planned