Chapter 602: You Are Only Human

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Longyuan looked up meekly, his tears flooding once he saw the familiar face of Liu Rushuang.

“Are you really going to kill me, Mother?” He gulped.

Her heart aching, Liu Rushuang looked at his pale face and turned so that Longyuan could see the other Liu Rushuang.

“Eh? Why does she look just like you?” Longyuan’s eyes widened in surprise.

There was bloodlust in Liu Rushuang’s gaze as she coolly said, “Yuan’er, that person who impersonated almost killed you. I’ll settle the score for you right now!”

Longyuan understood then the woman trying to kill him wasn’t Liu Rushuang, and could not help smiling happily at the thought.

Meanwhile, Hui Fei was staring at Han Moze, Liu Rushuang and Nangong Ba who had suddenly shown up, her eyes widened from the shock.

“H-How did you know—argh!”

Before Hui Fei could finish, Han Moze’s frost blades had pierced both her kneecaps, and she fell to the floor.

In the next instant, Nangong Ba fired a pink ray with his eyes on her, and asked with a high-tier charming spell, “Who are you?”

“I’m called Xiao Hui.”

“Why are you trying to kill Yuan’er?”

“Because he is the son of that tyrant whom I hate so much, and I hate the boy by extension! That’s why I’m going to kill him!”

Nangong Ba glanced at the glowering Han Moze, before asking, “Who is your fellow conspirator?”

“Witch.”

“Where is she now?”

“Outside the prison.”

“Tell us everything, about how you set up Yuan’er.”

After Hui Fei spoke about how she used her mimic technique to humiliate Cang Mu, beat up Little White Flower, and kill Elder Meng, Liu Rushuang and Han Moze traded glances.

“Mother, Father, you believe me now, right?”

“But you did whip her with her snakes, right?” Han Moze shot him a cold look.

Longyuan lowered his head guiltily and said sourly, “I won’t bully her anymore.”

Liu Rushuang smiled cheerfully then—Yuan’er would be fine as long as he wasn’t as violent as his father.

“I’ll leave that woman to you, Shuang’er.” Han Moze said flatly then, and reached out to take Longyuan from Liu Rushuang’s arms. He then felt his pulse with a scowl.

“It hurts, Father. Please make it go away.” Longyuan begged tearfully with a pale face.

“Shuang’er, I’m going on ahead. I’ll let you handle this.”

Han Moze did not even bother to ask where Longyuan had gained that abundant inner breath, and quickly picked him up and disappeared, heading straight to Little White Flower and having her mend Longyuan’s broken bones and torn veins.

Liu Rushuang watched as he left, and turned towards Hui Fei who was on her knees with an utterly murderous glare.

She extended her hand, a fire abruptly igniting over her palm, which soon split into tiny sparks that shot towards Hui Fei’s face.

Sizzle—

“Argh!” Hui Fei screamed endlessly. The skin on her face was instantly charred—leaving blackened skin and red blood all over her face and neck.

She was utterly disfigured.

Nonetheless, Hui Fei regained her senses amidst the agony, and clutched at her own face while screaming hysterically, “Argh!! Liu Rushuang, you wretch! How dare you do this to me! I won’t forgive you even if I become a ghost! Argh!! My face is ruined… Sob…”

Hui Fei tried to stand, but the agony in her kneecaps stopped her, rendering her vulnerable.