Dream Entry

Mo Hua had not gone in for the kill, and all he had used were low-level spells, which were not fatal. So although the Wang Family Cultivators looked wretched, they were all still breathing.

In the shabby little courtyard.

The Wang Family Cultivators had all collapsed to the ground, howling without end. None of their earlier domineering expressions remained, and they did not even dare raise their heads to look at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua gave a cold snort and said arrogantly:

"Today, this young lord is in a good mood, so I'll spare your dog lives. If I see you again, I'll use spells to slice off your hands and feet and throw you into the river to feed the turtles!"

Mo Hua wore the look of a silken-pants wastrel, his arrogance blazing. Cowed by Mo Hua's might, the Wang Family Cultivators did not dare make a sound.

After Mo Hua finished speaking, he gave Old Yu another cold look, his gaze unruly, his voice rising a few notches:

"Old Yu, this fish—this Young Master has taken a liking to it!"

"From now on, keep all the fish for this Young Master. If I find out that you sold 'my fish' to someone else..."

A wicked smile curved Mo Hua's small face. "...then from now on, you can forget about having any good days!"

Old Yu froze for a long while before his head finally caught up. He hurriedly put on a frightened expression. "Yes, yes, little Young Master! This Old Yu will never dare again. You mustn't kill me. My whole family, young and old, are still counting on this old man to sell some hard labor to get by..."

Seeing Old Yu being so "sensible," Mo Hua finally nodded in satisfaction.

Then he pulled a stern face