The other villagers, who were about to protest, were immediately choked off.
Yes, they were afraid. They feared that they had treated An Jing and Xiao Changyi too harshly before, leading An Jing and Xiao Changyi to hate them, and now they were seeking revenge to poison them to death.
But to admit to such treachery was absolutely impossible!
Watching everyone's faces turn red without admission, An Jing clicked her tongue twice before mockingly saying, "Look at you all, so guilty, only you all would have the nerve."
"An Jing!" the village chief barked angrily. "We came to ask you what you're doing with so many black flowers! Don't beat around the bush!"
An Jing wasn't angry at all, and drawled, "Just now, I don't know who said we picked so many black flowers to poison the villagers. Since everyone seems to have the answer in mind already, why bother asking us."
The village chief collapsed backward in frustration, once again realizing a fact: he really couldn't outtalk An Jing!
