"Kill me?"
Mo Lin pointed at himself, asking uncertainly.
This was too sudden.
Back when Mo Lin was still in Jingming Daoism, he had heard that many people were impersonating the disciples of the Jingming Daoism founder.
At that time, it was only about verifying identity, not about killing.
Regardless of whether Mo Lin's identity was genuine, the idea of killing was shocking to him.
"Yes, to kill you." Jin Ying nodded affirmatively.
"Just because I'm impersonating an heir? So you're going to kill me?"
Mo Lin understood that impersonating an heir was a serious matter, but it wasn't serious enough to warrant killing him.
"The situation is very complicated, it's hard to explain quickly. Come with me, I'll take you out of the South District." Jin Ying didn't want to waste time; he just wanted to quickly complete the task assigned by Tang Qingqing.
"How's my friend?"
