Reborn 1960 The little orphan girl has some money

After the Popov family failed again, the Popovs and their grandchildren re-evaluated An Moxue's strength.

A girl dared to study alone in a foreign country, live alone in such a big house, and said those words to them, which is enough to show that she is not afraid of them. Both her grandfather and grandson realized that they underestimated her strength. .

"Grandpa?" Anthony looked at old Popov, waiting for his decision.

Old Popov's eyes flashed coldly, "We all underestimated her. It seems that we can only use the main force of the family."

Anthony hesitated, but still expressed his suspicion, "Grandpa, do you think it is possible that she is a descendant of the Nalan family?"

Even old Popov was not sure this time, "It's hard to say." After all, the Nalan family only exists in legends, and no one knows the details.

At night, An Moxue was studying a new ancient recipe in the space pharmacy. Suddenly she heard the sound of bells coming from outside. Someone was coming. She hurriedly came out of the space, holding an iron rod by the way. Someone came last time. He saw blood and soiled his house. He must not do it this time. It would be troublesome to clean up.

An Moxue had some expectations in her heart, hoping that the person coming would not be too weak, otherwise she would not be able to be her sparring partner.

The person who came in did not expect that as soon as he came in, he encountered a mechanism and triggered the bell. But he had already come, and he could still retreat. It was just a little girl's movie, so what?

An Moxue listened to the ringing and recognized that it was coming from the front door. The person who came was probably too confident. She deliberately left a loophole in a window and they didn't even check.

An Moxue thought, how disrespectful she was of not taking herself seriously!

An Moxue stood in the living room with a sword and a golden horse, holding an iron rod in his hand, looking in the direction of the person with golden eyes. There was no light in the living room, and through the moonlight, there were shadows in the room, all of which were people practicing martial arts. , the visitor soon discovered An Moxue.

"Charge, encircle!" the leader gave the order, and several people rushed towards her, intending to subdue her in the shortest possible time and get her hair.

An Moxue rushed towards several people with an iron rod, sweeping across the entire army and forcing the progress of several people to stop, unable to close up.

An Moxue spotted the person who spoke and swung the iron stick at him. The others only defended. Every time the stick was struck, there was a strong wind. After several rounds, several people knew that they had hit the iron plate. , this is a master of concealment, and they have been beaten with them. They know that the task tonight cannot be completed, so they want to retreat.

"You've already come, how can you leave casually! Are you so insincere? You should listen to me as the master." An Moxue smiled slightly, and in this silent night, there were fighting scenes, which was very strange. It's abrupt.

The visitors wanted to leave, but An Moxue wouldn't let them go. Several people fought from the living room into the yard.Now, the place was spacious. An Moxue didn't worry about breaking her favorite items. She just picked up the stick and beat her. She beat the drowned dog so hard that they were unable to fight back. Only then did they finally realize that An Moxue was able to fight back. Snow's strength.

When the stick was swung on the body, they could hear the sound of the fabric breaking, and they themselves could even feel the sound of the bones cracking. An Moxue paid attention to the propriety, only cracking the bones, adding some skin and flesh, and never breaking bones. The last few people were in pain. He begged for mercy, "Auntie, please, let us go!"

An Moxue hadn't beaten someone so happily for a long time, so she pretended that she didn't hear their shouts and just kept beating them until the fun was over first.

In the yard, thunderclaps and begging for mercy were heard one after another. An Moxue stopped when she was tired of beating people and beat them until they couldn't even hide.

"Don't run, or you will be responsible for the consequences." After An Moxue said this, he raised the iron rod in his hand. Several people looked at each other and then looked at their heads. Seeing him shaking his head, All were discouraged.

She went into the house, lit the lights in the yard, and came out with a chair and a cup of tea.

An Moxue sat on a chair, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and said, "Here, I'll give you a chance. Is there anything you want to say?"

Several people looked at their heads again. He glanced at a few people, then looked at An Moxue, and said, "Miss, we are just following orders. We only want to take a few of your hair and have no intention of harming you." .”

"Oh - is there anything else?" An Moxue took a sip of hot tea and said, "That's it? It doesn't seem to be able to offset the anger in my heart!"

"Just... we are from the Popov family. We were ordered by the old master of the family." The man tentatively spoke. Seeing that An Moxue did not speak, he continued: "He also said that he would give it to you after he gets the hair. This is a lesson, I want you to know that young people should not be frivolous and learn to be obedient."

He spoke cautiously, for fear of offending her and giving her another beating. It was really painful to speak now, and it was impossible not to speak. Who would have thought that this person was such a cruel person.

An Moxue spoke very softly, but it sounded like a demonic sound to several people's ears. She was afraid that one of them would be bad, so she started a new round of beatings, "What does it mean to be submissive?"

A few people didn't dare to speak, and they all looked at An Moxue carefully.

She couldn't wait for the answer, so she kept saying "huh?", and several people were excited, and one person blurted out - "I'll beat you until you are afraid and can't resist, and you will do whatever I ask you to do."

"Then do you have any intention of resisting now? I see that you are reluctant to reply! Did I start too lightly?" An Moxue gently rubbed the tea cup with her fingers. Her words were very soft, but their hearts trembled when they heard them. .

"No, no, no!" Several people responded in succession, quickly and urgently, fearing that they would be beaten again if they were too late.

"Oh? But why do I feel it's not the case?" An Moxue looked at several people, and the eagerness in her eyes was clearly visible.

"Say something useful, otherwise..."

"Everyone in the Popov family is sick, and it's getting worse with each generation."

"It seems that the reason why I came here to take your hair this time is related to their illness."

"Except for the old head of the Popov family, few people in the Popov family live long. But the old head of the family seems to be very serious. I am afraid that if he gets sick, he will not be able to be saved."

"The family's treasure was lost and has not yet been found. For this reason, the old family leader asked a priest to divine it, but we don't know the result."

"The Popov family all believe in shamans."

An Moxue added in her mind that what they believed in was not a god, but an evil god. Their bad behavior was inconsistent with shamanic teachings.

"What about you? What kind of force do you belong to in the Popov family? How many people like you are there?"

"We belong to the most core force, and there are almost twenty others like us."

An Moxue knew something in her mind and said, "Do you know what you will say when you go back? Get out!"