Yan Sihan's mother, completely ignoring Yan Sihan's current expression, pulled Lin Jiaojiao over and looked her over carefully, smiling as she said, "The little girl is quite pretty, much better looking than my silly son."
"Uh..." Lin Jiaojiao suddenly found herself in an awkward state, finding Yan Sihan's mother nothing like what she had imagined—lively like a young girl.
For a moment, the atmosphere wasn't so tense, and she even felt like these rebels had come to attend a family feast...
Daoist Taiping's face grew darker by the moment, and he sneered coldly, "What difference does a few dozen more people make? Those who are meant to die will still die! Company on the road to hell isn't so bad!"
"Kill!" At the command, the rebels snapped back to reality, and their attack began!
Lin Jiaojiao was pushed into the very center of the Ling Army, protected by everyone!
