Fu Liu looked at him, momentarily lost in thought.
The next instant, Mo Bici had already stuck her fingers into her eyes and gouged out both eyeballs.
This is the effect of the manic-depressant medication.
Think of those people who died tragically, think of how this place would be a dead city if it weren't for His Highness the Crown Prince and the City Lord's efforts to save it.
So, they deserve it.
Fu Liu listened to the screams and then quickly left.
The jailers found the scene horrifying, but they also had families, families who had been nearly harmed by the manic drugs.
So, they deserve it.
At the entrance of the city lord's mansion, a little beggar sat on the steps, his hands cupping his face, his little head nodding.
He was so sleepy that he nodded as he pounded rice.
Suddenly hearing footsteps, he looked up abruptly and saw the sedan chair in front of him. He excitedly shouted, "Witch! Witch!"
Mo Yunlan was very unhappy to hear him calling her a witch. She looked up and glared angrily at the little beggar, "Who are you calling a witch?"
Her Ah Zhao isn't a demoness, she's a fairy.
The little beggar ignored her and ran to the sedan chair, blocking its way. "Witch, I want to follow you."
Mo Yunlan twitched the corner of her mouth. If this wasn't a child, she would have swung her big cleaver right away.
Mo Yunzhao looked tired as she lifted the curtain.
The little beggar was still dressed in tattered clothes and was very dirty, but his eyes were bright and clear.
She thought back to yesterday on the old city tower, when all the hostages had been taken, only he had solemnly declared that he would stand by her through thick and thin.
He's a good kid.
She laughed: "I don't keep idle people around me. What can you do?"
The little beggar tilted his head and thought for a moment, then spoke in a childish voice but with a very serious expression.
"I can eat a lot, I can sleep well, I'm healthy, and I have a sweet tongue."
Mo Yunzhao chuckled softly. He really is just a child.
The little beggar said earnestly, "Anyway, I will listen to you. I will do whatever you ask me to do."
"Yeah?"
Seeing her smiling face, the little beggar nodded repeatedly, "Yes, a man's word is his bond."
Mo Yunzhao nodded. "But you called me a witch."
The little beggar tilted his head, looking at her with clear, innocent eyes. "The demoness is very powerful. Besides, who said demonesses are bad?"
He saw Mo Yunzhao raise an eyebrow, paused for a moment, and reluctantly said, "Then I'll call you Sister Demoness."
Upon hearing this, Mo Yunlan immediately became defensive. "That won't do. You can only call me Lord City Lord. Our family doesn't want a younger brother like you."
Are you kidding me?
A prince has already come to compete with her for A Zhao.
If another younger brother comes along, will Ah Zhao still want her as the older sister?
Absolutely not!
The little beggar ignored her, clasped his hands together, and his clear eyes sparkled, watery.
"Witch sister, please take me in! I really can do anything, I can even be your slave, I..."
Mo Yunzhao nodded, "Okay."
"Huh?" The little beggar looked up at her in surprise. "You agreed so easily?"
He thought he could ask for it again.
"Sister, you take him with you." After saying that, she lowered the curtain.
"Sister demoness, I want to follow you, not this shrew..."
Mo Yunlan grabbed his ear and said, "Who are you calling a shrew? Huh? Have you no manners?"
The little beggar cried out, calling for the witch sister.
His howling made the once quiet city lord's mansion much livelier again.
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