Chapter 105: Acknowledging One's Guilt

Inside the imperial palace.

After sending Li Sansi away, Qin Xiao assigned an assassin to secretly observe him.

He also had Night Elder conduct a thorough investigation into Li Sansi’s background, digging so deeply that it was as if even the ashes of his ancestors had been unearthed.

“This Li Sansi is quite the remarkable fellow,” someone remarked.

“To think he acquired a brave warrior through robbery and plunder…”

That night, I couldn’t sleep. After counting over a thousand sheep, I quietly got up and tried on the joy garment—it fit perfectly.

Within the time it took to smoke a cigarette, the entire coffin floated from beneath the water’s surface and spun gently atop it.

Ai Qiaoqiao smiled knowingly; she had long anticipated that someone would attempt imitation. Besides, the method of making the pink slurry was not difficult to master.

Boss Bai’s words carried hidden meaning. People from the Green Gang all had this habit—they never spoke directly, always preferring to beat around the bush like slicing through an onion.

Jian Yijun withdrew her hand from his palm, closed her eyes, and fell silent, regulating her breath as if it had been precisely set.

Before the words were finished, Ling Yefeng had already swallowed them all with a sweeping kiss—a kiss that spoke of their mutual longing amid the overwhelming passion.

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Regardless of how the various factions in the capital behaved, the Lu family was bustling with activity—packing luggage, arranging ships, selecting companions.

To Fu Shijin at that moment, such sounds were a form of torment, while those slightly misty eyes resembled black holes, moist and unblinking, fixed intently on him as if trying to pierce through his heart.

Only when he remained in the mortal world, only when walking among the bustling streets, did he feel truly alive—not an outcast—and only then did he realize he was not alone.

I ran toward Ling Yefeng, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist, greedily inhaling the faint scent of Longyan incense that clung to him—a fragrance that filled me with an unshakable sense of security.

In their eyes, Bai Qi was already dead; the sole point of doubt was the extent of the fortune Bai Qi possessed.

Suddenly, the huge flower on the back of the Venusaur emitted a white energy sphere that soared into the sky and exploded. All the spectators felt as if the sky had brightened, as though the moment had shifted to the hottest hour of the day.

Kangxi, witnessing the scene before him, finally understood why Master Zhu cursed so fiercely—because he, too, had let out a curse.

Wang Yu touched his nose, picked up the rusted ring, and stared at it intently, secretly praying.

When Wang Yu and Sun Ying dived hand in hand to nearly a hundred meters deep, even Sun Ying, now promoted to an E-level martial artist, began to feel discomfort.

Zhou Zizhi decided that, for the sake of the monks in the temple, it would be best not to have Bai Tang busying in the kitchen anymore—it was just too dangerous.

Of course, the only flaw was the devastated beach, scarred as if by a fierce battle, pockmarked and uneven, with patches of sand melted into charred clumps.

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They each imagined vivid scenes; though outwardly calm, beneath their all-encompassing helmets, their smiles were tinged with ambiguity.

To have cultivated the basic martial techniques of an apprentice to near instinctive perfection, how much sweat had this young boy shed, what hardships endured to reach such a realm?

One must not be too greedy. Reflecting carefully—leaving so many life-forging pills to them, would that truly be wise?

Old Eight’s current timid yet endearing demeanor was not without reason: at least the kingly quality of being shamelessly adaptable, that moral excellence, he embodied thoroughly.

If even the formidable Mai A-Po, one of the eighteen sword guardians of the Hunting Field, could not kill these people, how could he possibly do so?

Faced with such a hero, who besides cheering and admiration had the right to criticize her?

Atop the mountain, Zhou Xiao and Yue Ruzhong both paused, puzzled as to why Su Yu was still running toward them.