Hu Mitang left.

With that precious dragon pearl.

When he appeared and left, he was kicked aside by the three local dogs barking, just as Lao Wang came to visit the door next door.

He looked back at Helan with a complicated look as he threatened to smoke her big mouth.

Regret?

disgust?

or killing!

For Hu Lao-Er, a bird of self-righteousness, it must be an unbearable torment to see a person who has done nothing wrong but can't immediately wither the flower of her life.

"Ha, ha."

A string of crisp silver-bell laughter rang from Helan's little new ears, sweating cold from his vest.

Of course Yue Zitong is...