Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant's Pampered Demon Empress

The hundreds of unkempt peasants were left gaping at the sight of swift and decisiveness of Liu Rushuang and Han Moze in dealing with the villains, with not a single drop of blood soiling their clothes.

They then came to their senses and promptly kowtowed in gratitude, “Thanks, great heroes! Thank you…”

“No thanks are necessary! Farewell!” Liu Rushuang flatly said, turning around and intent on leaving right then.

However, he suddenly heard the boys’ cries, “Don’t die, Gramps! What should I do if you die? Wake up, Gramps!”

Liu Rushuang turned again to find the filthy boy choking on his own tears, and went to crouch beside him, patted his head, and consoled him, “Don’t cry, kid. I’ll take care of you from now on.”

At her voice, the boy turned towards her with a large, innocent pair of eyes and asked, “Really, lady? I can come with you?”

“No.” Han Moze refused, swiftly pulling Liu Rushuang along and intent on leaving with her.

“Boo-hoo…” The boy started crying again—no one wanted him now.

Liu Rushuang promptly shook Han Moze’s hand off and stomped his foot viciously.

Han Moze could not help grit his teeth—this woman would pull his ear or stamp his feet at the drop of a hat! How insolent!

He turned and shoot him a dark glare, showing his discontent with his eyes.

Liu Rushuang held up her wrist in his face in response, retorting, “You’re the one gripping my hand too tightly.”

Han Moze felt that he was the one in the wrong right then, but frowned as he was under the impression that he was not using that much strength. “You’re leaving with me right now.”

He already abided with Little White Flower who often diverted Liu Rushuang’s attention in the palace. It was absolutely unacceptable to have another!

“Boo-hoo…. Gramps, wake up!” The boy cried even harder.

Liu Rushuang turned to look at him.

It seemed that she was not bringing him to the palace, and after some thought, she told Han Moze, “Ze, we’ll leave him with the elders of Blood Feast.”

Han Moze had no qualms about that. “Fine. As long as he’s not coming with you.”

Liu Rushuang turned, crouched beside the boy and gently asked, “What’s your name?”

The boy sobbed, “I’m… I’m Han Qingcheng.”

Liu Rushuang smiled. “Don’t cry now, Qincheng. I’ll take you to a place with a lot of other children your age, and you will become outstanding if you’re willing to work hard.”

The boy quickly stopped crying upon learning that he had someplace to go, and turned towards her, saying, “You’re a great person, lady.”

Liu Rushuang smiled but did not deny it.

“Who are you two? You must have a death wish, killing my people.”

A dozen people suddenly stepped out of the mountain fortress. The one in the lead appeared to be in his forties, with a round, bearded face. His narrow eyes were burning with fiery angry as he barked at Liu Rushuang and Han Moze.

He was their mission target, Xuan Yinghan.

“I heard that you’ve been stealing from the peasants and committing every heinous act possible. I see that your infamy is certainly deserved!” Han Moze smiled coolly, showing that middle-aged man a vague smile.

“What’s it to you? It’s not like I stole from you. You’re really suicidal, I guess—now let me show you how much you overestimate your powers!”

With that, he swung his sword at Han Moze.

Han Moze merely flicked two of his fingers in response, and by the next instant, Xuan Yinghan was bleeding from the eyes and crying out, “Argh…”

Without another word, Han Moze quickly dealt with the other black-clad men circling him.

He then charged inside the mountain fortress like a phantom, and screams could be heard from within intermittently.