"Wicked woman! Freak! Old witch! One day, you'll pay…"
Mu Ziying had collapsed on the ground, her eyes closed. Before she could even catch her breath, she began to curse vehemently.
No one paid any attention to her.
They were at the cliff top, a hundred or so meters from the bottom. Unless her voice was extremely loud, no one below would hear.
At the moment, there were only five of them on top.
Let Mu Ziying curse all she wants. Better yet, let her curse as harshly as she can.
Enough of that woman! Who doesn't want to tear her apart?
"Uncle would never torment us like this,"
Mu Ziqing lay on the ground, looking up at the blue sky.
Recalling the instances where she almost fell just a while ago, she felt a strong urge to cry out loud.
The fact was, Mu Lingchuan practically dragged them up the last several dozen meters.
Without Mu Lingchuan, they would never have made it on their own.
