Ch. 130 Richard Is Mine

Thus began the guessing game of the demoness, Qiao Anxia. If she had not gotten the answer within ten seconds, Anxia would throw the knife again.

"Clothes! Aaaa!" came another knife near her leg.

"Carry on," Anxia said casually.

"Jewellery? Aaaa!!" Quinn would lose her sanity if this kept going.

"Try another."

And so on until Quinn could no longer see Anxia because her eyes were filled with tears while her whole body ached thanks to Anxia's throwing knife-caused scratches. Anxia deliberately aimed the knife expertly to inflict a claw-like wound but didn't cut it deep.

She still didn't want to knock her out of blood, and she didn't want her husband to hate her for killing a member of his mother's family.

Thus, Anxia enjoyed this moment as if she had gotten a new toy.

"The antidote! I will give you the antidote!" Finally, Quinn realized what Anxia wanted most.