If You Won't Make a Move, I Will

Chapter 143: If You Won't Make a Move, I Will. "Nothing there, either."

Third Lord Jiao said nothing. He tapped the edge of the table twice, impatience on his face.

At the sound, the child looked up at him and grinned, showing a mouthful of small, sharp white teeth.

The man gently stroked the child's head, and his expression eased.

"If the water and marsh qi here weren't so rich, making this a fine place for the young master to be born and nourished, I wouldn't stay another moment."

He stared at the puddle of bloody water on the table, disgust in his eyes.

"Hardly any choice martial artist flesh to eat, either."

"And that human was useless. She died in childbirth, leaving the young master without even a drop of milk."

He let out a long breath and leaned back against the brocade cushion.

"So be it."

"Clean this place up. Then we'll move elsewhere."

The Fish Demon knew Third Lord Jiao's temper. When he said "clean this place up," he never meant the furnishings.

The Fish Demon turned toward the hall doors, a string of gurgles rising from its throat. The Water Demons outside responded at once, driving the people into the temple one after another.

Nearly a hundred people were herded inside. The hall, spacious enough a moment ago, filled at once.

A few elderly people were pushed in first. Their legs were weak, and they walked slowly.

A Water Demon shoved them from behind. They pitched forward and fell to their knees just inside the threshold. Their knees struck the stone with a dull thud, but no one paid them any mind.

The people behind them pressed inward, body against body.

Some entered the hall only for their legs to give way. They braced themselves against