Quick Wear: The White-Eyed Wolf Punishment Plan

"This was bought for me by my sister, you can't snatch it away," Yan Huan said, his nose feeling sore and tears falling.

This is too bullying. It was like this in the past. Whenever there was a piece of broken biscuit, Yan Xiaohu would snatch it away if he saw it.

How can you bully people like this?

"Hehe, what are you eating, little girl? Give it to me!" Yan Xiaohu said as he was about to grab it.

Yan Siqing picked up the bamboo stick that he had prepared in advance and started hitting the chubby hand.

"Ah!" Yan Xiaohu screamed in pain and turned to look at her viciously.

"You money-loser, how dare you hit me! My father and mother have never hit me!"

His eyes looked like they were about to spit fire. As a country prince worshipped by his family, he had never suffered such an injustice.

However, it is their family's business if they are willing to worship him, and there is absolutely no reason for the original owner to tolerate him.

Thinking back to the original owner’s memory, this little bully relied on his family’s favor to act tyrannically.

They didn't dare to go to someone else's house to make trouble, so they stayed in the original owner's house.

There was no other reason. He felt that the original owner's family had no son and no backing. In addition, the brainwashing of the elders in the family made him feel more and more that he was a prince in the original owner's family.

Not only did he often bully the two sisters of the original owner, he sometimes even beat the younger sister.

When the original owner's father came, they acted as if they didn't care, and even said shameless words like "It's a blessing for your family that my Xiaohu can beat up your money-loser."

Blessing? Then I will give back all the blessings today!

Yan Siqing didn't care how Yan Xiaohu glared at him and immediately hit him with another bamboo stick.

"Today I'm going to teach your nasty hand a lesson. See if you dare to hit anyone again!"

Yan Xiaohu roared and rushed towards her, wanting to beat her.

Yan Siqing's two bamboo sticks were just that.

I didn't care about bullying the weak. Today, I took revenge for all the bullying my little sister had suffered before.

Although he restrained his strength, Yan Xiaohu's white hands and feet were covered with red marks from being beaten.

And the howling that filled the yard.

The younger sister stood behind Yan Siqing, looked angrily at Yan Xiaohu who was being beaten, and wiped her tears.

Her elder sister was protecting her, she couldn't cry or embarrass her elder sister.

"Ahhh! Damn it! Who is bullying my son?"

Following a scream, the woman who came over after hearing the noise saw Yan Siqing raising bamboo sticks and immediately yelled.

"You money-loser, how dare you hit my son!"

Yan Siqing looked at her, then curled the corners of his lips and slapped Yan Xiaohu's leg hard again.

"Ah!" The cry was so miserable.

The woman immediately rushed over and said, "I want you to die!"

When she got closer, she held Yan Xiaohu in her arms and looked him from side to side. The dozen or so red marks on him made the woman burst into tears out of heartache.

"You bitch, how could you be so vicious! You beat my son like this!"

He immediately snatched the bamboo stick from Yan Siqing's hand and taught her a lesson.

Unexpectedly, Yan Siqing was not afraid at all.

As soon as the bamboo stick was pulled, the woman's hand cracked immediately!

"Ah!" The woman screamed and covered her hand as if she was about to die from the pain.

It hurts so much. Where did this girl get so much strength to be so cruel?

"Aunt Fang, you see, I still showed mercy to your precious son~"

"You, what did you say?"

"Just treat this as a lesson. If he dares to steal my little sister's things again, I will use the same force I just used to make him burst all over!"

Perhaps she was frightened by Yan Siqing's strength just now, or perhaps she was shocked by the tone of his voice, Aunt Fang was speechless for a long time.

Then he suddenly sat down on the ground.

"Ah! Someone's murdered! Someone's murdered! Come and see!"

The most popular thing in the village is the hustle and bustle, and soon people gathered around.

Aunt Fang burst into tears.

"Everyone, look at what she has done to my son. Woohoo! Xiaohu is our only child. Woohoo!"

Yan Siqing: "Your son beat up my little sister, he deserves this beating!"

"Oh! Listen to what she said, what she said! It was just a child's play, but she was so cunning and vicious.

What's the matter? Your little sister is made of tofu and can't be touched? Besides, my little tiger plays with you because he respects you! Our little tiger doesn't think it's unlucky that someone died in your family! "

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Siqing hit him with another bamboo stick.

Yan Xiaohu's mother screamed in shock, "Ah! Ah! Look! She dared to do it even when the uncles and grandpas are here!"

Those uncles and grandpas who were being called suddenly felt that they were not respected by a little girl, and their faces fell.

"Yan Qing, what are you talking about? How can a child hit an elder?"

"Uncle and grandpa are still alive, and you are so lawless!"

"If you do that again, you will have to kneel down in the ancestral hall!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Siqing immediately started laughing.

"In our small village, we have never heard of kneeling in an ancestral temple."

The sarcasm in his eyes swept across the man.

These people are obviously just ordinary people who make a living on their own small piece of land.

But each of them wants to be like the wealthy and powerful, with power and authority, and be able to order others around at will.

But everyone is the same, there is no one for them to order around, and even their children, they dare not be too presumptuous because they have to take care of them in their old age.

So this group of people thought of the two orphans of the original owner's family, and wanted to demonstrate the authority of men and elders on them.

They always point out their shortcomings and make them kneel in the ancestral temple to reflect on themselves.

However, there is no ancestral hall in the village...

These people even deliberately drew a boundary at the entrance of the village and forced the original owner to kneel there as a humiliation.

The original owner was not spineless and had thought about resisting, but in front of a farmer with a thick waist and strong arms, her resistance was ridiculous.

Thinking of the losses that the original owner had suffered, Yan Siqing started to think again.

The man who had just been humiliated by Yan Siqing blushed with shame and still had his neck choked.

"We are talking as men, why are you, a little girl, butting in? Why can't I let you kneel down if there is no ancestral temple?"

Yan Siqing didn't bother to be polite with him and immediately hit him with a bamboo stick.

He used all his strength and this time, he directly pulled the man's skin off.

"If you don't want to interrupt, then just do it?"

As he said this, he ignored others' attempts to stop him and just started beating the man. Anyone who dared to come forward would be threatened with a bamboo stick.

These uncles and grandpas, who had just been acting like elders and men, were actually all shocked.

I didn't dare to go forward at all.

They watched helplessly as the man who had just kneeled in the ancestral hall was beaten violently in front of them.

The arrogant man was kicked by Yan Siqing and knelt directly at the door of her house.

"If you want to kneel so badly, I'll make you kneel to your heart's content!"

After he finished speaking, Yan Siqing started whipping like crazy again. His movements were so horrifying that even the little sister let go of her clothes.