If not for Qiaoqiao tightly grasping Mo Lian's hand, this man filled with killing intent would have flown over already to smack that Holy Daughter dead.
What source of catastrophe, his *ss. It was just a method to instigate the populace with deceitful talk, yet the majority of people in this world were people without their own judgment and listened blindly to others.
They would become other people's tools as a matter of course with this effortless instigation.
"It's only fun if I smack this kind of fly myself." Qiao Mu placated her dear hubby before looking coldly at the Holy Daughter in the entourage.
Fang Su turned solemn and gestured with his gaze to the dozen Greenwood Guards accompanying them. The latter immediately took the hint and moved to part the crowd in front of them.
