"No, please!"
Before Tang Ming could speak, Mu Zixin hurriedly shouted, "Master Gonggong, no matter what, the Mu Family is my family, they have raised me, please, please, don't kill them."
"Master Gonggong?"
The old madman froze for a moment, looking at Mu Zixin with a strange expression, "That's an interesting title."
"I..."
Mu Zixin's cheeks reddened slightly, "You are Tang Ming's master, a teacher for a day is like a father for life, naturally that makes you my Gonggong."
"Not bad, not bad, I like this little girl."
The old madman nodded repeatedly.
"Master, let's forget it, anyway, Xinxin and I are fine, as long as we can leave here safely, that's enough."
Tang Ming didn't want to make things too bloody; he had already killed many people, making the Mu Family pay the price.
"Leaving just like this, wouldn't that be too easy?"
