Chapter 1117: Questioning Su Zhen Ting

e still in the temple chanting sutras. He won't let me go, but I'm not made of clay either. Political struggles are political struggles, and murder is murder. They are completely different things. I d...nned upon hearing this.Zhao Tailai merely smiled faintly, but the smile stretched across his gruesome centipede wound, making him appear not in the least bit kind, but rather more terrifying."Your Hig...