"Oh."
Big Treasure confirmed that she had gone up onstage and would not leave, then turned to look at his so-called biological uncle.
The uncle and nephew stared at each other. For a moment, neither of them took the initiative to speak.
Big Treasure had nothing to say to him and did not really want to talk to him, while Ran Yundong was considering that he might have suffered some kind of shock or injury, and that so many years had passed that he had forgotten him. For a moment, he did not know where to begin.
Onstage, Su Qiao nudged Chen Ligeng, who was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, with her foot. "Look at you. Why did you run?"
"In my hands, at worst, you would have been frightened by some snakes and centipedes, wet your pants, and knelt down to beg for mercy or something. In someone else's hands, you wouldn't even be able to die. How miserable would that be? Regretting it now, aren't you?"
Chen Ligeng looked up at her and said weakly, "Being in their hands would still be better than being in the hands of you, Female Demon."
"How is it better?"
Su Qiao was astonished. Was she really that terrifying?
Hadn't she merely frightened them with snakes and centipedes?
The snakes and centipedes had not even crawled onto them.
"Look, while you were in my hands, you didn't lose any arms or legs, did you?"
"You didn't have a mouthful of teeth pried out, did you? You weren't beaten until you vomited blood, were you?"
She felt that the harm she had inflicted on him was already minimal. After all, she had not even had time to test out her new medicine before they had slipped away.
"Cough, cough, cough..."