Madam Jing's face contorted, and she hastily shielded her youngest daughter Jing Minyao behind her. She looked warily at Qiao Mu's party. "What do you people want?"
Suddenly, two hundred plus corpses got tossed in front of Jing Minyao like trash, forming a hill of corpses.
This horrifying scene made Jing Minyao pale from fright, and she buried herself into her mother's arms, afraid to utter a word.
Madam Jing's complexion was also pale, but as a mother, she needed to stand up for her daughter. "We can talk things out."
*Cling-clang.* However, an old dagger got tossed at Jing Minyao's feet, letting out a crisp clang.
The arm with which Madam Jing was holding her daughter shook, and she looked up incredulously at the little stoic not far away.
That cold face did not show any superfluous emotions.
"Take your life as penance." Qiao Mu stated icily, "If you need me to do it for you, the outcome won't be pretty."
