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Xie Qingfa felt that this year, Hang City seemed to be especially rife with incidents. Though the Special Division was often busy with minor cases, it was rare for them to encounter anything involving fatalities; in previous years, they might not see such a case in half a year. Most could be handled by the branch offices in subordinate districts, leaving the headquarters rather idle.

But reflecting on the events of this year, starting from New Year's, the Special Division of Hang City had scarcely had a moment's respite. The murder cases came one after another, and the division was so overwhelmed that smoke seemed to rise from their heads.

Just a few days ago, Zhan Xingyun had complained to Xie Qingfa.

Early the next morning, just as he opened the shop doors, a man of about forty walked in. The man wandered through the store, bought nothing, and yet did not leave straight away.

Zhao Yutang and Pei Xin’er returned to their room, where Ying’er and the others had already prepared hot water for their baths and hurried to attend to them as they washed up.

Murong Xi’s carriage had long since departed under the protection of the soldiers. The ground was strewn with cold corpses, a scene of tragedy and desolation, while the remaining refugees still huddled in the corners, groaning.

A tremendous pressure suddenly descended upon Yin Dihuang, causing his mind to reel and his body to drop several feet. The effort of resisting the thunder in the sky became all the more difficult.

Dongfang Xu’s words immediately made Bai Li Wushang uncomfortable. It sounded as though Dongfang Xu was implying that Yun Jingchu would be wronged in the Kingdom of Luo.

Yu Mo, with his long sleeves and graceful gestures, conversed in the pavilion. Yun Xi and Bing Qing strolled through the plum grove, chatting in low voices.

Xu Lin, shocked and perplexed, stared at Shu Jingrong, who had landed on the ground with a thud. She had considered many possibilities, but had never imagined that Shu Jingrong would be the first to appear.

Even Qi Qi, who had been kicked, did not get angry. Instead, he exchanged glances with Qi Ba, chuckling, as if to say, “They want us to rescue them? Does that mean the young master agrees?”

“Your Highness, Your Ladyship, please take a seat. I’ll go summon the whole group inside,” said Consort Dong Xian as she walked out.

After sending all the letters of apology through Yu Gang, she finally breathed a huge sigh of relief and returned to her room to rest. These days had been exhausting, and last night Zhao Yutang had worn her out again. She slept straight through until dinner, utterly spent.

“You think that now that everyone’s here, you can do anything to me? Are you underestimating my abilities?” Zhou Geng spoke calmly, unhurried, with no trace of nervousness or impatience.

“Take them to the main camp!” Zou Yuefan nodded, and his men seized Gu Sanquan and Fu Jingyi, preparing to depart. Su Huayu, sword in hand, tried to intervene but was blocked by Zou Yuefan and Jiao Yuan Kui together.

But now, seeing that face, Han Mufeng wanted nothing more than to curse the ancestors of whoever had leaked those videos.

The figure was slender and robed, about seventeen or eighteen years old. The awkwardness of youth was fading, replaced by the beginnings of maturity. Her gaze was indifferent, and in the moonlight, her face resembled a celestial maiden, surrounded by an aura of unattainable nobility.

Xu Chu Chen knew everything, but refused to admit it. Perhaps he still harbored fears about the seer’s prophecy, forcing himself to remain vigilant.

Three people screamed as a massive ice arrow pierced their bodies, killing them instantly and sending them tumbling from the sky like stones.

“Chu Xun, didn’t you say that in the secret realm, she was only at the first level of the Five Luminaries?” Zhu He asked with a sour expression.

To be a deity is to hold oneself to high moral standards. To poke someone there is a humiliation worse than a slap to the face. As a god already ranked among the immortal classes, he would never use such low tricks in a fight.

“I’ll go get it…” I turned back to the room, only to find that Karl had already emptied all the toys from the milk can.

Fan Li was not particularly clever, but after hearing Hao Lian Cheng Yu’s sharp words these past few days, he had gleaned something. Now, with Hao Lian Cheng Yu’s blunt revelation, Fan Li’s face showed an expression of utter disbelief.