From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Chapter 777: 392 Change_3

Chapter 777: 392 Change_3

Zhou Zhengru’s expression turned serious, threw away the stinky tofu in his hand, and charged forward without hesitation.

Qu Feitai also went against the crowd and rushed out in an instant.

As the two reached a fried chicken stall, the stall owner suddenly lost his temper and splashed them with a pot of hot oil.

At the critical moment, Ming Jing quickly retreated with Ming Xin. Just as the hot oil was about to fall on the innocent little girl passing by, Ming Jing dived at an extraordinary speed, pushing the girl down beneath her.

After a chilling sound, Ming Xin was the first to react, shouting “Junior!”, and rushing over with red eyes.

The stall owner pulled out a boning knife from under the counter with a fierce look on his face and charged out.

The people around were all stunned by this sudden turn of events. A popular internet food blogger happened to capture the scene of the fried chicken stall owner splashing the hot oil. She was astonished and screamed.

“Oh my god, this is so thrilling…!”

The live broadcast was thrown into complete chaos by the incident, as it seemed to be headed for the top headline on the social news.

Someone with sharp eyes noticed something amiss —

“Am I seeing things? That girl in the white dress who got splashed with hot oil looks a bit familiar, I’d recognize that perfect face even if it was charred black…!”

“Ming Jing? Don’t scare me? How can it be?”

“She could have dodged it, but she threw herself on it to save the girl behind her. That was boiling oil! It must be Ming Jing. Only she would save people so selflessly.”

“What? It’s actually Ming Jing? What kind of wicked person would want to harm her? She is so kind-hearted, how can they bear it…!”

“The stall owner rushed out with a cleaver, so scary… He’s not going to kill anyone, is he? A madman, an absolute madman…!”

The fearless food blogger, trembling with excitement, ran up and aimed her camera at Ming Jing on the ground.

Immediately after, an excited scream echoed through the live broadcast: “It’s Ming Jing, it really is Ming Jing!”

In the camera lens, the girl was lying on top of another girl, her black hair cascading like a cloud, emphasizing her pale, beautiful face. She held back some emotions in her clear eyes, which touched the hearts of millions watching through the live stream.

The girl beneath her was dumbfounded, staring at the stunning face that she had only seen on TV and the internet.

“You’re Ming Jing? You saved me?”

From behind, Ming Xin’s anxious voice came: “Junior…!”

Ming Xin rushed over and saw Ming Jing’s dress hem had curled up from being scalded by the hot oil, revealing a section of her fair and tender leg. Ming Xin’s eyes instantly welled with tears.

Ming Jing stood up with her pupils contracting. She suddenly grabbed Ming Xin and pulled her back. The cleaver swung down, barely missing Ming Xin’s right arm. A few seconds later, and Ming Xin’s right arm would have been gone.

Ming Xin was pulled back by Ming Jing. She bit her trembling lip and pulled out her phone with trembling fingers, “I’m going to call 110 and, right, also call an ambulance….”

Ming Jing shoved Ming Xin aside, “Stay behind and hide.”

Seeing his initial strike fail, the man ruthlessly swung out with his knife again, aiming straight at Ming Jing’s throat.

His huge stature, wide upper body, and the sharp cleaver in hand contrasted with Ming Jing’s seemingly weak and fragile appearance. Anyone who saw this would worry for Ming Jing.

Ming Xin and the food blogger screamed together.

“No… Junior!” Ming Xin’s eyes were filled with tears.

The food blogger was so scared, she almost wet her pants.

The entire live stream was filled with screams and exclamatory marks.

The next moment, a young man leaped out from the crowd, flying forward and kicked the man’s hand that gripped the cleaver. The cleaver flew out, and the man was also kicked away forcefully.

The kick seemed to contain the power of a thousand thunderbolts and carried boundless anger. When unleashed, its power was astonishing.

Ming Jing’s lifted hand fell gently, giving the young man a light glance before walking over to the assailant.

It was a dark and shadowy corner, too obscure for any light to reach.

The white embroidered shoes gently stepped on the man’s arm. The girl’s eyelashes drooped, concealing the ancient glacier in her eyes.

“Who?” The two soft words sounded like a call from the Grim Reaper.

The man was dumbstruck, staring at the girl before him. She seemed to be enveloped in darkness, her eyes deep like abyss and exude a mysterious aura. Her words were like knives, accurately aimed at his weak points.

Fear from his very soul made him tremble uncontrollably, dispelling any resolve or principles.

The next moment, the girl’s toes pressed lightly on the man’s arm, three inches from his elbow joint, causing him to shriek in pain.

She had the compassionate expression of a saintly Buddha, yet her eyes belonged to a messenger from hell, filled with a faint aura of death.

“Speak.”