The Evil King's Favorite: The Princess Is Too Cruel

Chapter 443: A Slap in the Face

The moment the Tracking Butterfly fell, the two people who were fighting stopped at the same time. Master Baili was afraid of hurting the Tracking Butterfly, while Ling Xiaohan was panicked because he was exposed.

Looking at the purple butterfly resting on Ling Xiaohan's shoulder, everyone was stunned. They never thought that what Liu Nanjiang and Yun Ruopiao said was actually true.

This tracking butterfly has completely explained the problem. The Liu family has indeed colluded with the temple for a long time. The sudden disappearances in Fengling City in recent days were really caused by them. They framed Yun Ruopiao and deliberately framed the Yun family.

"It's you, it's you!" Qin Miao pointed at Liu Yanshu and Ling Xiaohan, gritting her teeth in hatred. "You killed my son. I'm going to kill you to avenge him!"

After saying that, Qin Miao was about to rush over and fight Ling Xiaohan Liu Yanshu to the death, but she was only at the God Lord realm, so how could she defeat them?

Xu Yong was really shocked when he saw this. He didn't want his son and wife to die, so he rushed over and hugged Qin Miao.

"Ma'am, calm down and don't be impulsive."

"Xu Yong, you coward!" Qin Miao struggled and cursed, "Le'er is your biological son. He was killed, but you dare not avenge him. You are a coward!"

Xu Yong lowered his head after being scolded, but he still did not let go. No matter how Qin Miao scolded him, he just endured it silently without any response.

He would naturally avenge his son, even if it meant risking his life, but he didn't want to watch his wife die, so even if Qin Miao hated him, he would not let go.

Just as Xu Yong and Qin Miao were arguing, the heads of the Li and Wang families and others also began to attack Liu Yanshu and Ling Xiaohan.

"Son Ling, Young Master Liu, don't you have anything to explain?" Patriarch Li asked coldly.

"Did you kill her?" Wang Yue glared at Liu Yanshu and Ling Xiaohan fiercely, demanding, "Where did you take my daughter? Is she okay now? Did you hurt her?"

With Patriarch Li and Patriarch Wang taking the lead, other victims also began to clamor for Liu Yanshu and Ling Xiaohan to return their children.

"My daughter, give my daughter back to me."

"My poor child, why did you take my child away?"

"Give me the baby back!"

……

Everyone angrily approached Liu Yanshu and Ling Xiaohan until they were surrounded with no way to escape.

"Get out of here, all of you! Get out of here!" Ling Xiaohan's face was gloomy, and his voice was cold. "I am the Holy Son of the Temple. If you dare to touch me, it would be disrespectful to the Temple. My master will never let you go!"

Seeing that at this time, Ling Xiaohan was still threatening others with the airs of the Son of God, Su Qingning found it ridiculous.

"Ah!"

Su Qingning found it ridiculous and actually sneered. She looked at Ling Xiaohan sarcastically and said coldly, "Sir Ling, you don't think that just because your temple has the word 'god' in its name, it truly is a god, do you? Can you please stop being so ridiculous? And what about disrespecting the temple? What kind of noble place is your temple? It's nothing more than a gathering place for a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites. Do you really think you're untouchable?"

"How dare you!" Ling Xiaohan roared, "You bitch, born with sin, how dare you humiliate the temple? You deserve to die!"

Su Qingning rolled her eyes speechlessly and was too lazy to pay attention to Ling Xiaohan's nerves, but Mo Lintian beside her would not let it go so easily.

"Snapped!"

A slap hit Ling Xiaohan's face from a distance, knocking his head to the side. Then, Mo Lintian's eerie, chilling voice rang out, "If you dare to curse again, I'll cut off your tongue."

Ling Xiaohan has been raised by the temple master Ling Guang since he was a child. Ever since he could remember, he has been the holy son of the temple. Everyone treats him with respect and pampers him. It can be said that in all the years he has lived, except for his master, no one dares to look at him in the face, let alone hit him.

So, when he was slapped in the face, to be honest, Ling Xiaohan was confused, but soon, his face turned cold and a strong sense of humiliation surged in his heart.

"Ah! Bastard, you dare to hit this Saint Son in the face? This Saint Son will kill you!"

Ling Xiaohan roared angrily, and with a powerful aura, everyone around him and Liu Yanshu was blown away. Then, he took out his magic wand and muttered some spells, obviously preparing a big move.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and began to worry about Mo Lintian, but Mo Lintian himself was not panicked at all, and even a scornful laugh escaped from his mouth.

Ok? ? ?

Everyone was dumbfounded. How could you still laugh at this time?

Just when everyone was puzzled, Mo Lintian slowly raised his hand, and then a bolt of thunder fell from the sky and struck Ling Xiaohan's head accurately.

"Crackling..."

Electricity flashed on Ling Xiaohan's body. This thunder not only made him lose face, but also interrupted his magic skills, causing him to suffer backlash.

"puff!"

A large mouthful of blood was spat out, and Ling Xiaohan was seriously injured due to the backlash.

"You..." Ling Xiaohan glared at Mo Lintian angrily, gritting his teeth and cursing, "You... are despicable. You actually attacked me by surprise!"

"Tsk, what sneak attack? I was acting in self-defense." Mo Lintian looked at Ling Xiaohan as if he were a fool and sneered, "You're about to kill me, and I still want to talk martial arts with you? Wait until you finish the spell and cast your magic skill? Please, I'm not a fool. I won't just stand there and wait to die."

"you you…"

Ling Xiaohan pointed at Mo Lintian with trembling fingers, and was so angry that he spat out blood again.

"Sir Saint, are you okay?"

Liu Yanshu looked at Ling Xiaohan with concern, but his heart was full of complaints: Bah! What the Holy Son of the Temple is, you are just so-so, you can't beat this one, you can't beat that one, what's the use of you?

At this moment, Liu Yanshu was really full of disgust towards Ling Xiaohan, but they were now grasshoppers on the same rope. Only if he held on tightly to the straw of the temple would their Liu family have a chance to turn things around.

However, Liu Yanshu was really overthinking it. Their Liu family no longer had a chance to turn things around.

"Come here, arrest Ling Xiaohan, Liu Yanshu, and Liu Yanxin and bring them away for interrogation. We must find out where they are holding the missing girls and children in the city."

As soon as Yun Jizhou gave an order, the Yun family guards immediately ran out from the gate, wanting to arrest Ling Xiaohan, Liu Yanshu, and Liu Yanxin.

"How dare you!" Ling Xiaohan waved away the guards who tried to capture him and shouted angrily, "It's just a tracking butterfly, and you think you can convict me of this crime? That's just wishful thinking."

"If you can't produce substantial evidence, don't even think about touching this Saint Son."