"You're nothing but a bastard, you... uh..."
Shangguan Leiting's voice stopped abruptly, and everyone's gaze fell on Mo Shisheng's hands.
She gripped the longsword that had pierced her abdomen and pushed it backward with force, the sound of the hilt cutting through flesh echoing. Mo Shisheng easily unlocked her shackles; aside from air, light, and human hearts, she possessed an innate ability to manipulate metal.
The shackles fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Almost no part of the girl's body was intact, but when she slowly raised her eyes, the light that burst forth from them was like that of an empress descending, looking down with disdain.
Shangguan Leiting was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound. Mo Shisheng coldly curled her lips and said, "Can't you even take it, Grandpa? This is the last time I'll call you that."
"laugh"
Mo Shisheng abruptly drew her longsword and threw it aside. She then kicked Shangguan Leiting, forcing him to his knees. Standing there, she looked down at him with an air of superiority, her voice indifferent: "You should know my temper. Ming Beiya is my man. How could you make him kneel?"
Shangguan Leiting was nearly driven mad and was struggling to get up from the ground when Mo Shisheng slowly squatted down and forcefully slapped his wound, which had been pierced by a long sword. "You raised me for ten years and took care of me for ten years, all for the sake of reward. Shangguan Leiting, I am not a kind person. Remember, I will retaliate for every mistake!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Mo Shisheng suddenly grabbed his heart and squeezed it so hard that it burst. As she watched blood spill from Shangguan Leiting's lips, her eyes turned icy cold.
Slowly withdrawing my hand, my palm was sticky and soft, and a deep red color was visible.
I haven't felt this way in a long time, with fresh blood wrapped around my palm.
Shangguan Leiting vomited a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth, "You...you...you and that witch...you will...you will die a horrible death..."
Mo Shisheng squatted down next to Shangguan Leiting and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Actually, Shangguan Yan died a long time ago. I am Mo Shisheng, a person who does not belong to this world. You don't need to expect me to have any deep feelings for you. Those words were just to give Shangguan Yan an explanation!"
Upon hearing this, Shangguan Leiting's turbid eyes suddenly widened, as if they could pop out of their sockets. He forcefully vomited a mouthful of blood, unable to catch his breath, and died with his eyes wide open.
Mo Shisheng glanced indifferently at his unseeing face, and as she stood up, a white figure came running toward her.
"boom"
With a loud bang, the explosion radiated outwards from Shangguan Murou's body, spreading to a radius of five meters!
Amidst the blazing fire, Qi Jingling and his entourage were well protected by the guards. Mo Shisheng's body landed on a hard, warm chest, and she pressed her nose hard against it, feeling a pang of soreness, and tears almost fell.
Mo Shisheng tilted her head slightly, her body limp as she leaned against Ming Beiya's chest. "He's dead."
"Um."
Ming Beiya gently stroked Mo Shisheng's hair, his eyes filled with heartache. He gently cupped the girl's face in his hands, looking at her pale complexion and the wounds on her body.
"I'm homeless again..."
Mo Shisheng's voice was cold and clear, with a barely audible sigh.
"You still have me."
Ming Beiya's thin lips tenderly pressed a kiss to her brow.
"Um……"
Seemingly exhausted, Mo Shisheng leaned against Ming Beiya's chest and fell into a deep sleep, her hand gently clutching his clothes as if she felt insecure.
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