"Back then, I had a daughter. Unfortunately when my daughter was just five years old, she was taken by the villagers to serve as food for the demon. If asked if I hate the devil then the answer is I really hate him. Even if I could then I would immediately hit that demon's face and kill it with my own hands. But sadly I can't anymore. My poor daughter hasn't even tasted happiness in her life but she's back on the ground," Qing said with tears in her eyes.
Lin Lin, who saw that, didn't know how to comfort Qing Qing. All Lin Lin could stroke the woman's back and say words that could at least make Qing Qing feel calmer.
"Calm down, patient madam. We will let the madam kill him, and I will take responsibility for my words earlier. Rest assured, in a few days, the madam will use her hand to kill the demon," said Lin Lin with a furious expression. Even her gaze was now icy.
