Qiao Mu finally experienced Mo Lian's modus operandi. Not only did she not find it vicious, but she also found it quite fitting to her taste. The woman in front of them had no scruples against attacking a seven-year-old child, so her current fate was simply karma.
Having a thread of her soul extracted from her, Yao Ji laid limply on the ground like a wilted flower and resentfully looked at Qiao Mu as if she wanted to bore a hole through the girl's face.
Qiao Mu did not care about her gaze in the slightest. However, Mo Lian was displeased by that old hag's gaze and sent her a slap through the air. "If you dare to look at people like this again, I will gouge your eyes out."
Yao Ji was sent rolling in the air and flopped to the ground in a heap. She spat out a mouthful of blood, mixed with a couple of teeth. The rage in her eyes was overtaken by heart-gripping terror.
The child expressionlessly said, "Come over."
