Long Xingkui finally stood up from the sofa; the scene unfolding before her made it impossible for her to remain seated.
She stumbled forward a few steps, staring at the blood-soaked, ravaged corpse, her eyes filled only with shock...
Even Long Xingkui was dumbfounded.
Hidden in Long Yinxiao's sleeve was a sharp knife.
That knife had slashed off Long Yinghua's head.
He held Long Yinghua's head and turned, walking step by step towards Lu Xiaoyou.
The severed head was also splattered with some blood. The cut on the neck was very clean; only those from the Long Family, trained to kill for years, could make such a neat cut by hand.
The makeup on Long Yinghua's face took on a ghostly pallor, with one eye wide open and so bloodshot that her pupils were nearly invisible.
Long Yinxiao carried her head as if he were carrying a bucket of water, so full that the excess water trickled from below her neck, dripping onto the ground.
