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To welcome the guests who had traveled from afar, dinner was prepared and served in a small pavilion near the water.
The surrounding scenery is pleasant and so tranquil that you can hear the sound of the breeze rustling the water.
The lake water, reflecting the moonlight, shimmered and sparkled, like a huge silver mirror. (II) 9.
But once the guests were seated, they discovered that a set of tableware was missing from the neatly arranged bowls and plates.
Just as Janet was counting the exquisite blue-and-white porcelain dishes on the table, about to ask a question,
The "610 Office" officer reacted quickly, gently grasping her wrist and signaling through eye contact that she should remain silent for the time being.
At that moment, moonlight streamed through the cracks in the exquisitely carved window, casting a human-shaped shadow behind the empty seat.
It was as if an invisible person was sitting there enjoying their meal; the scene was chilling.
The relaxed atmosphere instantly turned tense, and everyone held their breath, as if afraid of disturbing the unseen "being".
As the banquet progressed to the third round of drinking, the innkeeper clapped his hands three times as a signal.
The sound was particularly loud in the silent night air. Then, a screen painted with classical floral patterns slowly began to rotate.
It makes a slight "creaking" sound, as if it is uncovering a long-sealed secret.
Behind the screen appeared a woman dressed in gorgeous clothes, her face veiled by a light gauze, making her expression impossible to see.
She skillfully plucked the strings of her instrument, producing a melodious and pleasant tune, initially like a gentle stream, captivating the listener.
But if you listen carefully, you can actually catch a sense of intense and powerful energy, like the battles of war.
Two completely different feelings intertwine, creating a strong impact.
This scene gave Wei Changxuan a sudden jolt, and he instinctively gripped the cup tightly.
A powerful surge of internal energy unconsciously erupted, causing the cup walls to freeze rapidly.
Until finally, they form individual transparent ice beads.
"What a wonderful piece of music!" He laughed and threw the vessel in his hand forward. With a cracking sound, the ice particles turned into white steam and dispersed.
In the hazy smoke, the veiled woman accidentally let the thin veil covering her face slip down.
On his left cheek was a bright red "prisoner" tattoo.
This discovery astonished everyone present.
Because such markings can only appear on prisoners designated by the government.
The fact that a convict was performing for everyone in this inn was clearly not a simple matter.
Realizing the seriousness of the situation, the chubby shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks as he hurriedly tried to ease the tense atmosphere:
"Distinguished guests, please be patient. This female musician is one of the prisoners of war recently acquired from the government."
Because his voice is damaged and he cannot communicate normally, he can only offer this to you for your enjoyment...
Before he could finish speaking, a cold blade pressed against his neck; it was the very weapon Jing Ni held, pointed at him.
Jing Ni's eyes were icy, and her tone carried an undeniable authority:
"Since you're saying these are prisoners who should have been sent to remote areas in the south months ago..."
So why do we meet again here today?
Just as tensions were about to rise, Wei Changxuan decisively prevented his companion from taking any drastic actions. 4.8
His gaze was sharp and intense, fixed on the fear revealed deep within the other person's eyes:
"According to the rules, we should indeed follow the regulations of the local government."
But regarding certain specific aspects..."
At this point, he deliberately emphasized his words and lightly counted five on the table with his finger.
It left several deep scratches to prove its extraordinary strength.
"Perhaps we need to reconsider."
Chapter 166: Hidden Dangers!
When Wei Changxuan and the others moved into this courtyard, it was sunset, and the evening glow on the horizon seemed to be stained with blood.
Intense and dazzling, the setting sun cast its rays freely, gilding every flower and plant in the courtyard with a golden edge.
Even the bluestone slabs underfoot were bathed in a warm golden glow, as if stepping into a beautiful oil painting.
As dusk settled and night quietly descended, the brass bells on the eaves swayed gently in the evening breeze.
It emits a clear and melodious sound, as if it is softly singing an ancient ballad.
Suddenly, a nimble blue figure appeared at the courtyard gate like a ghost.
It was a woman in a blue dress, her figure graceful and elegant, standing tall on the bluestone slab, like a mermaid from the deep sea.
She exuded an aura of mystery and tranquility. Her blue dress swayed gently in the evening breeze.
The hem of her skirt shimmered with tiny, shimmering lights, like the rippling surface of a sea, reflecting her slender and captivating figure.
When her gaze met Wei Changxuan's, time seemed to freeze, and the air itself seemed to thicken.
The three-zhang-tall crabapple tree in the courtyard trembled slightly even without wind.
The delicate petals drifted down slowly, as if guided by an invisible hand.
A crimson vortex slowly formed between the two, dreamlike and ethereal.
It seemed like a premonition of intertwined fates, foreshadowing the start of a thrilling story.
However, his expression revealed an innate arrogance.
The woman's gaze swept over the crowd, landing on Wei Changxuan. She took out a gold ingot from her sleeve, handed it forward, and spoke with an unquestionable tone.
“Young master, my master has taken a liking to this courtyard. This gold ingot is enough for you to find a better place to live. I hope you will do me a favor and move out as soon as possible.”
Beside Wei Changxuan, Mu Nanzhi frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in her eyes, and spoke first.
"Young lady, this inn follows the principle of first come, first served. We checked in early this morning, why should we move out just because of a word from your owner?"
Janet chimed in, "Exactly! There's no reason for such a forced sale!"
Jiang Fang frowned slightly, staring at the woman warily.
Yan Lingji gently waved her fan, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.
She watched this sudden turn of events with great interest. Jing Ni remained expressionless, but her hand quietly rested on the hilt of her sword.
Wei Changxuan remained calm, but his gaze was as sharp as a cold star as he stared directly at the woman and slowly spoke.
“Young lady, go back and tell your master that I will not exchange this courtyard. When you are out and about, you have to be reasonable in everything. It is really hard for me to give up my place of residence for no reason.”
Upon hearing this, the woman's face instantly turned ugly. She slightly raised her chin, her tone becoming icy.
"Does the young master know the price of refusal?"
She stretched out her slender, fair fingers and gently stroked the peacock feather tucked in her hair. The turquoise gemstone inlaid at the base shimmered with a faint light, as if it held endless secrets.
Behind the woman, four men in gray, like ghosts in the night, silently took half a step forward.
Their figures disappeared into the night, making them difficult to discern.
The curved sword at his waist revealed a three-inch gleam of cold light, its blade covered with dense blood grooves that faintly shimmered with a dark red hue.
It seems to be telling the story of a bloody past, with each mark a testament to the loss of countless lives.
Sensing the approaching danger, Luo Yuheng's expression hardened, and the silver needle hidden in his sleeve had already silently slipped into his palm.
She tightened her fingertips slightly, staring at the situation before her, waiting for the right moment to strike without hesitation.
Jing Ni, however, maintained a cold and stern expression. The scabbard of her sword scraped against the blue brick floor, producing a very subtle yet sharp sound.
Like a whisper under the night sky, or a warning before a storm.
But Wei Changxuan just smiled calmly, his laughter filled with confidence and composure, and raised his hand to catch a bright red petal that drifted down in front of him.
The amazing thing was that the petal suddenly condensed into an ice crystal in his palm, crystal clear.
Like a dazzling gem, it refracts a mesmerizing rainbow of colors, as if it encapsulates all the beauty of the world.
"A few days ago, powerful figures from the Witch God Sect and Bodhisattvas and Arhats from the Heavenly Realm personally visited the capital."
He spoke in a steady, unhurried tone, his voice echoing like a resounding bell in the courtyard.
Before he could finish speaking, the shards of ice he was holding fell to the ground.
It produced a sound like metal clashing, crisp and resonant, as if proclaiming to the world its past glory and pride.
"They have used similar language to threaten us before."
The moment those words were spoken, the stone lanterns hanging around the courtyard seemed to explode as if ignited by an invisible force.
It suddenly exploded.
The fragments, like a dense rainstorm, shot towards the gray-clad assassins with fierce force.
For a moment, a tense and dangerous atmosphere filled the air.
Chapter 167 Southern Border Gu Butterfly!
The woman in the blue dress reacted extremely quickly, her wide sleeves fluttering like nimble wings.
It generated a powerful gust of air, attempting to resist the sudden attack.
However, when her strength touched the hem of Wei Changxuan's clothes, it vanished without a trace.
The powerful force field instantly obliterated it.
The woman lost her balance and staggered back a few steps.
The hairpin's beaded strands swayed violently from the impact.
It let out a mournful cry, as if lamenting its defeat in this contest.
The gemstones inlaid on the peacock feathers beside her face were also shattered, and sharp fragments left a shocking bloody gash on her delicate face.
Crimson blood slowly flowed down, dripping onto her blue dress and staining it with an eerie red flower.
“Tell your master—” Wei Changxuan walked slowly with his hands behind his back, each step steady and powerful, as if stepping on everyone’s hearts.