Unhappy, Ling Jingyu subtly directed his oppressive aura towards Mo Jinghao alone.

As Mo Jinghao listened to the sound of the machete cutting through the blue bricks, his heart pounded. He wanted to roll away, but he felt as if a thousand-pound cauldron was pressing down on him, making him unable to move an inch.

He was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat.

"Mo Yunlan, how dare you..."

Mo Yunlan kicked Mo Bici away.

"Get out of here."

Then, she raised the large machete.

Under the blazing sun, the sunlight reflected off the machete, giving it a chilling gleam.

Mo Jinghao's face turned deathly pale. "Mo Yunlan, you've gone mad! You even want to kill your second uncle!"

Mo Yunlan held up the machete, raised an eyebrow and smiled brightly, "Ah Zhao said that rather than wrongly accusing her, it's better to confirm her guilt."

Ling Yongnian frowned slightly as he watched, then unleashed his spiritual pressure, which collided with the oppressive aura pressing down on Mo Jinghao.

The moment the cleaver fell, Mo Jinghao relaxed and immediately rolled away.

With a clang, the machete struck the blue bricks, creating a large crack.

Mo Yunlan, wielding a machete, chased after Mo Jinghao, who was tumbling repeatedly, and slashed at him.

As for whether or not something could be cut, that wasn't within her consideration; she only listened to Ah Zhao.

Cut him down!

Mo Jinghao wasn't slashed, but someone took advantage of the chaos to kick him several times.

He hadn't even rolled away before he was kicked away.

Are these people seeking revenge for the argument we just had?

How stingy!

Mo Bici is now a useless person and can't help at all. She can only chase after him and howl incessantly.

When the clan leader saw Mo Jinghao rolling over, he kicked him away in retaliation and then stepped forward to block Mo Yunlan.

"That's enough. We're all relatives. Can't we talk this out properly?"

We can't let Mo Jinghao scare himself to death again, can we?

It's all shameful.

Anyway, I vented my anger by kicking him a few times in the chaos.

Let's get down to business.

Seeing the clan leader blocking her way, Mo Yunlan turned to look at Mo Yunzhao. Only after seeing her nod did she put away her cleaver.

Mo Yunzhao sat lazily, raising her eyebrows slightly as she looked at Mo Jinghao.

Mo Jinghao was in a very sorry state; his blue robe was now covered in dust and blood.

His face was already swollen, and now he must have bumped his forehead somewhere, with blood streaming down his face, making him look like a comedic character.

"The matter of today is now clear."

Mo Yunzhao looked at Mo Jinghao and slowly said, "Mo Jinghao took poison himself, framed me, the city lord, and then used this as an excuse to insult my clan..."

Mo Jinghao protested unwillingly, "I didn't! I don't know what happened, it must be..."

Mo Yunzhao interrupted him with a smile, "Second Uncle, are you referring to Mo Bici or the Qian family's idea? One was kicked out of the City Lord's Mansion, and the other is a pushover. How dare they do it?"

Mo Jinghao: "..."

Ling Yongnian looked at him and gave Doctor Yang a look.

Doctor Yang understood, stepped forward, and said, "Second Master Mo didn't..."

Mo Yunzhao interrupted him with a smile, "Doctor Yang, are you trying to say that although Mo Jinghao wasn't poisoned, because he knew the effects of the medicine, he had a kind of self-consciousness that was poisoned and was following the effects of the medicine? I heard that's called self-suggestion?"

What I was about to say was said first.

Dr. Yang was completely dumbfounded and looked to Ling Yongnian for help.

Mo Yunzhao looked up, coldly staring at Ling Yongnian, and curled his lips into a mocking smile.

She wanted to help her, but she also wanted to help Mo Jinghao.

Both sides wanted to do each other a favor.

Whether in this life or the past, this desire to have it both ways hasn't changed at all.

ridiculous.

Ling Yongnian looked up and met Mo Yunzhao's blood-red eyes, which seemed to shimmer with light.

He not only found it beautiful, but also very cold.

It seemed that under those insightful eyes, he had nowhere to hide.