MachineSamurai9124
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“Speak. Repeat what you just said.” Outside the teahouse, Ding Suian yanked the rope in his hand, causing Han Sui to stumble forward. Inside the teahouse, Princess Xingguo sat upright, with Lin Hansu standing to her right. Chen Hong stood on the left, constantly wiping sweat from his forehead with a silk handkerchief. Beside him, though Han Jingru's face was ashen, he still managed to maintain his composure, his eyes fixed on the…-
3.3 M • Ongoing
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At the end of the mao hour, Han Sui sent someone to report to me that Ding Suian had been captured. By the time I left the residence at 7-9 am, the Imperial Guards were already guarding the entrances to the conduits, so I did not go down to verify it myself. Inside the carriage, Han Jingru's voice was extremely low. Beside him, Chen Hong was expectant yet anxious, "Han Sui wouldn't have identified the wrong person, would he?" "He shouldn't have.…
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Inside the underground cavern, the room was a mess, with bloodstains everywhere. The surviving underlings curled up on the ground, groaning. The women in the cages were so terrified that they had long since turned away, not daring to look at the scene before them, with a few irrepressible sobs occasionally escaping. "Chest Hair? Maozi?" Chest Hair lay amidst a pile of broken wood. This damn 'Immortal-Bewildering Powder' was potent. Chest Hair was, at the very least, a…
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“These things that are worse than pigs and dogs are indeed not good people.” As soon as his voice fell, the stiff lackey crouching in front of Ding Suian flew backward like a broken sack. ‘Crack—clatter—’ The entire wooden cage was smashed to pieces upon impact. After it landed, one could see that the lackey's Adam's apple had already caved in, as if his windpipe had been shattered by a single punch. It seemed he was somewhat dead. The middle-aged man in black silk…
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At the mao hour, the sky was already bright. Gongye Ni clutched a handful of tangled red threads, scrambling out of the No. 7 culvert in Tongqu Ward in a disheveled state. In the morning light, his expression, usually as cold as ice, rarely showed signs of tension and panic. "Old Gong! What do we do?" His colleague, Wang Jar, looked no less panicked than Gongye Ni, and even uttered a rather foolish statement: "Let's report this to the authorities!" The Nine Gates…
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Nearly a hundred paces away, looking from afar, the torch in Fei Rongbao's hand looked like a flickering ghost fire. Ding Suian and Chest Hair followed for another cup of tea's time until Fei Rongbao reached a relatively wide intersection in the tunnel. The torch suddenly dimmed and then went out. With the disappearance of the only light source, the surroundings were once again plunged into endless darkness. "Boss!" Chest Hair, who was following behind, had a…
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3.3 M • Ongoing
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It was late at night, the Hour of the Rat. In Tongqu Ward, the Warm Fragrance Courtyard was still bustling with people. This place was not the typical, luxurious and elegant brothel. The courtyard gate was low, with two faded old lanterns hanging under the eaves, their dim, yellowish light barely illuminating the potholed muddy ground in front of the door. There was neither the pleasant sound of string and bamboo instruments nor poetry and songs for entertainment; the air was thick…
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Inside the duty room, fog billowed. In the height of summer, the residual ink on the inkstone on the official desk had actually frozen into ice. It was the simple wooden bed that was constantly radiating cold air. Ding Suian held Xu Jiuxi tightly; her legs had completely transformed into a crimson snake tail, with fine scales shimmering like pearls, unconsciously coiling around his waist and abdomen. Her bare upper body, from the waist up to her slender neck, was covered in…
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Night, at the hour of the Pig. Central Heaven, west of the city, Estate. Old Man sat cross-legged on a cushion, holding a short knife that did not look very sharp, carefully carving a wooden sword less than two feet long. A pile of wood shavings lay before him. Through the open window, a nimble figure floated in like a spirit, landing silently behind him. Old Man seemed completely unaware, continuing his work. After a long while, he held up the wooden sword to check it against…
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"What do you mean?" Ding Suian slowly turned toward Han Jingru. The latter did not dare to meet his gaze, instead casting an encouraging look at Chen Hong sitting at the head. By this point, even if Chen Hong were any slower, he would still know how to follow the path paved by Han Jingru. He gave a light cough and smiled, "Duke of Chu County, do not be angry. Only after I have clarified the situation can I help clear the Duke of Chu County's name, so as to…
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