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It was all his fault, turning the two of them into Xiao Ren. Otherwise, they wouldn't be unable to resist this situation at all.
"Shut up!" Ling Xingyuan shouted at him, though his eyes were slightly red.
What time is it? Still being stubborn, do you really not fear death?
Ling Xingyuan thought about this fool's thick skull and sighed inwardly: what a Dai Zi!
Liu Xuanzhu sniffled.
We're not at the point of separation and death yet, so don't worry. I don't want either of your lives; what I'm doing is beneficial and harmless to everyone, Qi Qiuluo said as he put away the tissue in his hand.
His gaze darkened, filled with complex emotions.
If Jiang Li hadn't died back then, the two of them would probably be just as much enemies.
Unfortunately, the one who understood him best had died first.
Died for him.
After Liu Xuanzhu regained his freedom, Ling Xingyuan's expression visibly relaxed.
Ling Xingyuan snorted coldly.
Liu Xuanzhu held onto the tissue, pausing for a moment. Seeing the redness in the corner of Ling Xingyuan's eyes, he quietly handed over a corner of the tissue.
"What are you doing?" Ling Xingyuan asked in a tone that suggested he was scolding him.
"You cried."
Ling Xingyuan swatted Liu Xuanzhu's hand away from the tissue, pouting defiantly. "I didn't cry!"
"Oh." Liu Xuanzhu lowered his head and fiddled with his fingers.
Ling Xingyuan turned to Qi Qiuluo and asked, "What do you need my help with?"
Ling Xingyuan wasn't foolish.
Qi Qiuluo was asking for his help in such a way while avoiding everyone else; it must be something significant.
"I lost something, and I want you to help me steal it back."
"What is it?"
Qi Qiuluo wrote two characters on Ling Xingyuan's palm.
Ling Xingyuan was shocked, though not as much as he had imagined. Qi Qiuluo was the Messenger. He had been one for a long time. However, unlike the Messenger, his Red Card was lost. He had deliberately discarded it, but he never expected that someone would coincidentally find it. That person used his identity to vote in his place and even attempted to kill him, completely intending to replace him.
Qi Qiuluo was afraid of death; he had experienced it many times and knew what it felt like. Whose hands were involved? Without naming names, he couldn't steal it back. Qi Qiuluo wrote down two characters in his hand.
Ling Xingyuan understood and closed his eyes. A few seconds later, a Red Card appeared in his hand. He handed the card to Qi Qiuluo. "Is this it?"
Qi Qiuluo took the card and looked at the number on the front, nodding in affirmation.
Ling Xingyuan frowned; when he stole cards, he needed to specify in advance. However, he realized that the person who had stolen from him still possessed another card! Driven by curiosity, Ling Xingyuan used the Thief technique again. To his surprise, when he opened his eyes this time, not only did he fail to steal that person's card, but the one in Qi Qiuluo's hand also vanished—he had returned it!
"How did that happen?" Qi Qiuluo raised an eyebrow at his empty hand. "The Red Card just disappeared into thin air? I barely had a chance to hold it!"
Ling Xingyuan immediately shook his head. "I don't know!"
But Qi Qiuluo's gaze was piercing as he looked at him, avoiding eye contact. Was this really ignorance? "Did you steal it again? Give it back to me!" Qi Qiuluo demanded.
Ling Xingyuan felt powerless. His three uses of the Messenger Tool were all exhausted.
Qi Qiuluo's anger flared up. At that moment, Yan Qing and Tan Ming approached them.
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