At this moment, Mo Xingye seemed in no hurry at all. Instead, a trace of appreciation for talent surged in her eyes, as if she wanted to try to subdue Lin Xing.
She looked at Lin Xing and said, "Do you know why I want to kill Zhang Tiande?"
"I don't care why." Lin Xing only felt that Mo Xingye before him, with her incessant rambling, was becoming increasingly annoying.
Lin Xing thought to himself that if he had to listen to a long speech like this every time time reversed—hundreds or thousands of times… he reckoned he would go insane.
"This woman is too much trouble," Lin Xing sighed to himself, "I won't seek her out again."
Mo Xingye answered her own question, "In the two years since Zhang Tiande occupied Dongya Prefecture, tens of thousands of people have died by their hands."