C493 Chapter 493

Moh Ling—clothes in tatters, bright red blood smeared across her cheeks—and Moh Ling, who had just finished settling the guests in to rest, stood facing each other.

The only difference was that the disheveled Moh Ling looked like she’d been chased by a thousand demons. She stumbled forward, and the moment she reached Moh Huaian, she grabbed at him and wailed at the top of her lungs