Chapter 60 Substitution of the Innocent

Standing against the light.

Xia Qiqi held a golden needle between her fingers, its edge gleaming coldly in the morning mist.

With a flick, she tossed the tattered hem of her skirt behind her, and facing the grim-faced Yu Chi on horseback, she said, "General Yu, your lies roll off your tongue much smoother than the truth."

After a brief pause, she added, "Perhaps General Yu would care to explain how that jade token from the Prime Minister's estate came to be at your waist? Could it be even more precious than the Prince of Jin's decree?"

[Meow! Xia Qiqi!]

[Be careful, he is flying into a rage out of—]

After pondering over and over, he felt it would be best to go and inform Murong Hui first. Once Murong Hui was somewhat prepared, he could rush without stopping to rendezvous with Qin Cuihu and discuss whether or not to meet with Song Li. He estimated that his actions today should win him Song Li's favor.

Seeing that the old man seemed entirely engrossed and wouldn't finish reading for a while, he lowered his head and continued to examine the items on the stall.

Seeing this, Fatty Three grinned widely at the scar-faced man. Calm and unhurried, he suddenly launched into a "shadowless kick." Before the scar-faced man's dagger could even thrust forward, Fatty Three's foot had already slammed straight into the scar-faced man's head.

By the time that group of old men rushed over in a breathless frenzy, they caught only the retreating silhouette of Murong Tiankuang leading his men away.

"What about Lake Bai'il? Is the power supply system there also impossible to sabotage?" Tchaikovsky knew very well that as long as he prevented the super artificial intelligence from operating, he still had a chance to turn the tables.

Especially those seven or eight newly joined members; they were far more proactive than the other veterans. They probably understood that they needed to put in a strong performance in front of their employer if they wanted to quickly break into this inner circle and become core members of the mercenary regiment.

How could a princess possibly be in such a crude and humble place? A hint of doubt also surfaced in Murong Yonghua's eyes.

"Damn it! Son of a bitch, let it slip inside! Like a bird into the mountain forest or a fish plunging into the vast sea, this is going to be troublesome!" I couldn't help but let out a long sigh, speaking with fierce exasperation.

At a certain moment, Yun Xuan's fingers, which had been massaging the space between his brows, stopped without warning. Those pitch-black eyes stared straight toward the direction of the door, and within them, a treacherous chill flashed swiftly by.

A short while later, everyone saw Hua Jueyu emerge from the house once again, holding a medicinal pill in his palm.

After all, Wang Gang had grown fond of this big family. Because Wang Gang was in Haidong and the other party had helped him out with a favor, Wang Gang had simply left.

Upon hearing these words, Zhou Yu and the others felt that something was amiss. Just as they were about to ask what this meant, they suddenly discovered that their limbs had grown weak and numb.

Yet the moment these words left her mouth, Wang Fei's expression sank heavily. Without this, there was simply no responsibility to speak of; but with it, accountability could no longer be brushed aside so grandly.

In short, not a single immortal person will smile, not a single immortal person will smile, not a single immortal person will smile, not a single immortal person will smile, not a single immortal person will smile.

The assassins lurking in the darkness were so terrified by this scene that they dared not venture out, each and every one of them cursing the organization's intelligence operatives in their hearts.

"Ye Ruochuan, I was wrong, I was truly wrong. It was only for a moment that I was blinded and befuddled, which is why I spread those rumors about you. I beg you, won't you forgive me? As long as you say the word, President Bai will definitely—" Before Annie could finish her sentence, Bai Jingshen impatiently motioned for the security guards to drag her out.

A soft sound, akin to a heavy lock being forced open, echoed within Ning Sheng's realm of perception. Among the purple radiance across the fifty strings, a layer of sickly yellow mist seemed to have been stripped away, and he instantly felt an incomparable lightness in his body, while his long-stagnant cultivation realm showed a momentary loosening.

Zhou Yu spotted the hunter's wife. She was dressed in gaudy, flamboyant attire, humming a tune as she walked, appearing to be in exceptionally high spirits. However, it looked as though she was about to leave the villa and head down the mountain.