2501 Are You Talking About Me?



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.

"Make way, make way. Everybody make way!" A dozen Greenwood Guards in heavy armor roughly pushed the crowd to the sides. They swiftly made a path with space for a single person to pass through.

Qiao Mu's chilly and peerless countenance was suddenly revealed in front of everyone.

The crowd involuntarily parted to the sides as she stepped forward. There was no need for the Greenwood Guard to jostle the crowd.

Everybody moved back on their own initiative.

They sensed a terrifying aura coming from the little lady.

It was just as if, as if… she possessed an innate pressure that caused people's hearts to be filled with terror.

The Holy Daughter, Nie Yaoguang, seemed to sense something, and she abruptly turned to look at Qiao Mu. Her pitch-black pupils abruptly contracted.

The little lady just walked through the crowd naturally and at ease like this. Her appearance did not feel out of sorts, as if she had been standing in front of the crowd from the beginning.

"Are you talking about me?" Qiao Mu looked at Nie Yaoguang expressionlessly. She sized up the latter and mocked, "You people have been lying low for such a long time, yet you are so eager to throw mud on me upon popping out again. This does not seem to be such a smart move."

Nie Yaoguang stared coldly at the little lady in front of her. After some time she questioned coldly with a lofty tone of voice, "Who are you?"

The old woman on the ground was lying in an abnormal contorted position.

Upon seeing Qiao Mu walking up, her head turned 180 degrees. Her eyes shone red as she roared at Qiao Mu in a low voice.

However, she was unable to budge at the moment because of the thick hemp ropes tying her up.

Qiao Mu squeezed her pudgy little hands, and a black ferule, gleaming with a faint blue flame, appeared in her hands.

"The Holy Daughter, is that it? Let me teach you how to conduct yourself properly."

The Holy Daughter, Nie Yaoguang, contracted her pupils, as if this was the first time she learned that Qiao Mu was someone who played her cards out of turn like this. Her eyes narrowed, and she backed away, her body abruptly tensed up.

Qiao Mu had already lunged forward.

There was clearly no wind, yet the common people standing on both sides felt their clothes and hair flapping. It was as if a windstorm had swept before them.

*Bang!!*

*Bang, bang, bang!!* The blue spiritual purifying fire abruptly exploded in front of everyone.

The strong wind instantly gave the shops on both sides their "attention." The signboards, canvas cloth, and even the tiles on the roof burst apart.

For an instant, the people watching the drama on the second floor of the teahouse were all alarmed!