C310 Tibetan Tolerance
"Hmph." Zhu Bo snorted and turned to look coldly at Hua Qingman. "So, Miss Qingman deceiving us with the scent of the zither music wine and controlling us to kill each other is also for our sake?"
"As a man of command, Qing Man should set up the last hurdle and give everyone a fair chance to seize the edict, right?" Hua Qingman cast a sidelong glance at Zhu Bo and curled her lips