"You've learned to be afraid, good. From now on, watch your mouth. Otherwise, you won't even know how you died." Shen Tang withdrew the Kind Mother Sword with a cold face. The threatened villager clutched his skinned neck and nodded through his tears, looking thoroughly frightened by her Killing Intent.
Watching the villagers' backs as they practically fled, Qi Shan smiled. "I thought Young Master Shen would finish them off with a single sword strike."
Their talk of ungrateful wretches had certainly been infuriating.
They had killed the soldiers to save people. No one expected them to be grateful, but to have their good intentions treated like donkey's liver and lungs, then be blamed without rhyme or reason—what hot-blooded person could swallow that kind of grievance?
If Shen Tang had suddenly flown into a rage and killed them, he wouldn't have been surprised at all.
Shen Tang nearly rolled her eyes.
"You think I'd kill them?"
Qi Shan asked, "Young Master Shen doesn't feel wronged and angry?"
"Even if I feel wronged and angry, does that mean I can slaughter people as I please? How would I be any different from the likes of Zheng Qiao?" Shen Tang retorted coldly. Then she added in a chilly tone, "They were just a few ignorant villagers with foul mouths. A scare should be enough. If that doesn't work, I'll beat them up. And if even a sound thrashing doesn't work, and they still have the nerve to provoke and insult me, then I'll rip their tongues out!"
If someone had a mouth but couldn't speak like a human being, they might as well get rid of it.
Shen Tang wasn't made of dough.
When someone pointed at her nose and cursed, how could she not get a little angry?
Chu Yao laughed