"Hand him over to me; I will deal with him," Yan Hao said, looking at Qu Ling, his eyes filled with a cold murderous intent. His greatest regret in life was that he hadn't annihilated Qu Ling and his mother back then.
"Ha ha ha..." Qu Ling began to laugh loudly. As he laughed, tears fell from his eyes, "Yan Hao, you heartbreaker, if you didn't love my mother, why did you defile her?" If Yan Hao hadn't defiled his mother, she might still have been a servant, but she wouldn't have lived such a bitter life and died full of resentment.
Qu Ling sneered coldly, "I want you to join my mother in burial." He quickly took out a talisman he had bought long ago and activated it.
"Boom!" A loud noise erupted.
As Qu Ling activated the talisman, Yan Hao quickly retreated, but he was still blasted away by the force of the talisman.
