Chapter 161: I Cannot Become Them
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"It's still so much better at night, nice and cool!"
Standing by the ship's railing, Shi Lei leisurely enjoyed the gentle breeze over the Chao Phraya River and admired the night scenery on both banks. Now *this* was what you call a vacation!
"Brother Lei, take a picture for us!"
Well, if it weren't for these chatterboxes tagging along, it would be even better...
"Coming!"
He walked over to take a few photos for the four girls who, being abroad, seemed inexplicably hyperactive all day long. After being dragged into a group photo as well, Shi Lei waved goodbye to them and walked off alone to a corner of the cruise ship.
"Youth is truly wonderful..."
Just as the entire army was rejoicing, Meng Xuanyin was holding Yu Zichen and weeping uncontrollably. Qingrang quietly slipped out of the tent, and Huashuo, noticing her departure, silently followed behind. The two mounted their horses and rode out of the military camp all the way to the banks of the Huai River.
Staring expressionlessly at the wisps of cloud drifting across the azure sky, while consciously ignoring the massive floating landmass in her field of vision, Lin Xiao's current state of mind was a complex tangle of pain, anger, and excitement.
Ruoxin reached out and gently hugged Shang Si's trembling body, her brows knitted tightly. The incident had happened so suddenly that, for a moment, she had no idea how to handle it.
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"Linglong." After paying the bill, Guan Yibing took the receipt and led her by the wrist toward the lounge.
Luo Aoqing had already turned and walked away, stepping further and further into the distance as if she were still happily walking in a dream. With a sharp "crack" sound, she finally became aware of the man standing beside her.
In their line of sight, a territorial demon stood outside the head, though there was no knowing when it would strike.
None of that happened; her emotions burst forth out of control, as if all those accumulated grievances had been bottled up for too long and suddenly gushed out.
At this moment, Xuanyin's heart was filled with a sense of loss. She turned her head to look at the palace behind the grand gates. If only she could have a private audience with the Empress Dowager, for she had heard of the Dowager's benevolence and surely would have pitied her impoverished and bitter background.
Meanwhile, the people behind looked somewhat bewildered as they watched Lin Xiao, whose shoulders had been embraced by Saduo just moments ago, tilt her body to the side and stagger as if about to collapse.
Yet, this sweet revenge was like a hidden blade concealed within flowers; compared to the heart-melting happiness and warmth, the pain of that sudden blade piercing through was all the more heartbreaking.
XuGuohua was left completely dumbfounded. How on earth could Sun Dejiang be thinking this way? Why was his stance completely different from the speculations of himself, Sun Siying, and the others?
The problem was that all their camping equipment had been given to Xie Feng, leaving them with zero facilities for rest. Naturally, their logistical reserves were also more than half gone—all the cured venison and mutton were completely gone, and the flour and rice plundered from Snow Sand City were now down to a bare minimum.
No matter who it was, whoever had injured his father and left him here would undoubtedly come looking once they found the person missing. Making a huge public fuss was out of the question—wouldn't that make it obvious to everyone that someone was up to dirty tricks? They would probably just dispatch some skilled experts to investigate covertly.
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Xu Guohua nodded gently; as for Li Bing, he had no doubts about her. Besides, if not for Li Bing, he would have been sitting ducks tomorrow, waiting for the scandal to blow wide open.
However, the foundation of the Jingyang Sect was still not solid enough, and they lacked depth among the middle ranks. Upon returning this time, he could discuss with the Sect Master how to enhance the strength of the middle-tier disciples.
What Li Zeheng said was the truth; recently, none of the celebrities recommended by the company satisfied him—they were all far too familiar faces to the public, and he would rather scout a fresh new face.
Ji Yifei chuckled mischievously. Seeing that the bodyguard had returned with the toiletries, he took them and swung the plastic bag as he walked back.
The rain was also pale blue, carrying a rich spiritual aura. The people beneath the rain—no, to be more precise, beings transformed from spirits—all reverted to their original forms while bathing in this spiritual rain.
"An explanation? Can you return my child to me?" With that, Jian Yuwei hugged Mother Wei and burst into tears.
Ye Qingcheng couldn't sort out what she had been busy with lately either; she always felt that every single day was exhausting and filled with endless tasks.
"If your spiritual essence vanishes, you'll become nothing more than a walking corpse, no different from the dead." Lin Chenqing uttered only those words.
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