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March 7th quickly waved his hand:

"Don't worry, Uncle Yang knows what he's doing! He did the same thing in Belleburg last time, and he was fine in the end."

"There's a new statue in the square, and a hole in the ceiling of Fort Kripper, but otherwise it's fine."

Walter landed right in mid-air, his hands behind his back, the same arrogant smile still on his lips.

He spotted Tingyun standing in the crowd at a glance and strode towards her:

"I didn't expect you to be able to keep up."

I deliberately left you in the Construction Department just now to see if you would reveal any flaws.

Woman, I can tell at a glance that you're not a good person. There's something more to your smile than meets the eye.

"I've lived for so many years, what kind of disguise haven't I seen?"

He said this as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if he had already sentenced Tingyun in his mind.

Xing peeked out from the side and raised both hands in agreement:

"Uncle Yang is right, I could tell at a glance that this guy didn't look like a good person."

On March 7th, he pulled General Xing back and smiled apologetically at Tingyun:

"I'm sorry, Miss Tingyun, these two people are just like this. One of them took the wrong medicine, and the other was born this way."

Please be understanding; they don't mean any harm, they just have a unique way of expressing themselves.

Uncle Yang isn't usually like this; he's usually very gentle.

Today is a special case; things will be fine in a few days.

Tingyun stood still, her smile unwavering.

But her heart is going through an unprecedented storm.

She almost thought she had been exposed.

Walter's line, "I can tell at a glance you're not a good person,"

Any undercover agent would have their heart race upon hearing such words.

It turned out that one of the two people had a case of adolescent delusions in old age, and the other had a mental problem.

She took a deep breath and silently labeled this group of people in her mind: they were all lunatics.

But it doesn't matter. Although Dan Shu is gone, and the stage has been swallowed by the black hole.

But she herself is still here.

Since the old stage has disappeared, let's build a new one ourselves.

She put on that smile again, her gaze sweeping over everyone present without making a sound.

Walter was still laughing maniacally, Star was still reasoning, and March 7th was still apologizing on their behalf.

The core of this group seems to be that smiling guy.

Whether it's that arrogant bespectacled uncle or that star wearing sunglasses.

Everyone's attention will eventually return to him.

She took a step and walked towards Qiye.

As Qi Ye was supporting the swaying Jing Liu on her head, she sensed someone approaching and looked up to meet her gaze.

Tingyun smiled at him.

Qi Ye smiled, but her mind was racing:

Why hasn't this guy revealed his identity yet?

Now that Uncle Yang is in this state, should we just let him take action against Tingyun?

The problem is, what if Tingyun stubbornly refuses to become Huanlong?

Uncle Yang slapped her to death, which in other people's eyes was "the people of the Starry Sky Train killed the ferryman of the Sky Ship Bureau for no reason".

The train crew definitely believe me, my master definitely believes me, and Fu Xuan should believe me too.

But they weren't the only ones nearby; there was also Yanqing and a whole squad of Yun cavalry.

Even if it's not shit, it'll still look like shit by then.

We can't take direct action; we need to find a way to make her expose herself.

She glanced at me just now; was she targeting me?

That could be used to your advantage, making her reveal her true colors.

After all, the Destruction Commander cares most about destruction.

Once she feels she's been driven to a dead end, she'll naturally drop her pretense.

Just as he was thinking this, Fu Xuan walked up to Walter and solemnly said:

"Mr. Yang, thank you for destroying the alchemy cauldron."

However, Jianmu is the source of all this. If it is not completely eliminated, the remnants of the Medicine King's secret teachings will make a comeback.

We need to head to Lin Yuan Realm immediately, from where we can reach the roots of the Jianmu tree.

There are boats at the port that can take us there.

Walter waved his hand dismissively, his tone still arrogant:

"No problem, no problem!"

"That mere Jianmu tree is nothing more than a large branch! I'll go with you right now and chop it down in one go!"

Qiye also raised his fist and swung it into the air.

"Go, go, go, Master! Let's go, go, go!"

The mirror above their heads also raised its little hand and called out in a childish voice:

"Let's go! Let's go, disciple!"

The master and apprentice sang in harmony, as if they were going on a spring outing.

As Fu Xuan watched this scene, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

With the Jianmu tree in sight, the journey to Lin Yuan Realm is fraught with peril and unpredictable danger.

But now she stood there, listening to the older brother and the little white-haired girl shouting in unison, "Let's go! Let's go!"

A warm feeling, indescribable and inexplicable, suddenly welled up in my heart.

More than two hundred years have passed since then.

When he left, she wasn't even as tall as his shoulder; now she's capable of standing on her own.

And he came back, still the same guy who would raise his fist and shout slogans in front of her.

It seems that time has never truly separated them.

She noted this scene down and was about to turn around and order the Cloud Cavalry to regroup.

However, at that very moment, a hand suddenly appeared from behind Qiye without warning.

The hand pierced through his back, emerged from his chest, and held a still-beating heart in its palm.

Blood splattered onto Fu Xuan's face.

It ran down her forehead and nose, dripping onto her impeccably tailored divination robe.

Fu Xuan's smile froze on his face, and all the laughter in his eyes was frozen at that moment.

She wanted to call his name, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something, and she couldn't utter a sound.

Then, before anyone could react, the hand tightened abruptly.

Her heart was crushed, and blood exploded like a red flower suddenly blooming, splattering her face with bits of flesh and warm blood.

Jingliu was also hit in the face by the blast, and she lay on top of Qiye's head.

His white hair was covered with dark red blood droplets, his eyes were wide open, and his pupils were contracting violently.

Tingyun withdrew her hand, raised the remaining bloodstains on her fingertips to her lips, and licked them.

She still had that smile on her face, but her whole aura had changed.

She tilted her head and spoke lightly:

"Oops, I accidentally dropped it."

I was hoping to keep you a little longer, since you're the most interesting one in this group.

But the way you looked at me just now, it seemed like you already guessed something, right?

Since that's the case, then we'll have to take our final bow early.

Don't worry, your heart feels great; it's the most bouncy one I've ever squeezed.

She wiped her blood-stained fingers on her lips, then turned to Fu Xuan.

Looking at that blank face stained with blood, he laughed even more gleefully.

"Master, weren't you just laughing?"

Why aren't you smiling now? Don't you like this surprise?