"What the hell? That guy is actually taking wedding photos today?"
Lin Fan was astonished.
Immediately, his face was filled with discontent.
You bastard, you're taking wedding photos today, but what about last night when you interfered with my good plans?
My woman, do you think you can just reach out and take her?!
Lin Fan's face turned green to the point of purpling.
Everything good is being monopolized by Xu Mo.
This was the most annoying thing for Lin Fan!!
We're all human, so why the hell does he get everything?!
"Make Shalu quick and lure that guy out, I want to kill him!!"
"Got it!"
Lin Fan's resentment seemed to grow even stronger.
He wanted to deal with Xu Mo.
Ma Qun had no objections since he was on Lin Fan's side.
Picking on a playboy like Xu Mo? They'd done it plenty of times in the past.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
"Miss An," Song Ligang greeted with a voice.
He unconsciously furrowed his brows.
Anyone paying close attention could easily see.
Song Ligang's expression was practically screaming, "I have something on my mind," in big letters across his face.
Indeed.
Song Ligang indeed had something on his mind.
It was about his sister, Song Yuqi.
The little girl had lost her appetite these past few days, losing weight and looking haggard.
Despite that, her grades remained top of the class in her major.
However, her mental state was not good.
Speaking of which.
It was all because of the wedding invitation Xu Mo had sent.
Being the elder brother, Song Ligang knew very well about his sister's little crush.
Plus, he had learned over the years.
Xu Mo had extended a helping hand during Song Yuqi's toughest times.
It was as if he had saved their entire family again.
All these debts of gratitude combined.
Even if the Xu family didn't offer a generous salary.
Song Ligang would still willingly sell his life to Xu Mo and Xu Shi.
An Youyi nodded, "I'll briefly explain what's next. You just need to stall Lin Fan and Ma Qun for a while."
"Should I cripple them?" Song Ligang said in a low, gruff voice.
He was already in a bad mood these days because of Song Yuqi's situation.
So, he wanted to find a few punching bags to vent his anger.
To say nothing else.
Song Ligang had fought Lin Fan before and knew his strength.
With effort, he could suppress him in battle.
If Ma Qun joined in too.
Delaying them for a while should still be possible.
From An Youyi's words, Ma Qun was among the top ten fighters in Dragon King Hall.
An Youyi shook her head, "No need, just delay them."
Buzz........................
The ringtone of a phone call sounded.
Song Ligang wanted to say something but paused first.
An Youyi pressed the answer button.
"Yes, it's me."
"Alright, I'll bring him over soon."
An Youyi's eyes were extremely cold. "I'll be quick."
Song Ligang couldn't help but shiver.
థ౪థ So cold
Just a glance was enough to stop him in his tracks.
It was hard to imagine what would happen if she actually released her killing intent on him.
He reckoned he wouldn't last long.
Here, the call ended.
An Youyi picked up her phone and dialed another number.
This time it was for Gao Liyuan.
Not long after, the phone was connected.
"My dear An, what's up?"
The voice on the phone came from Red Rose, sweet and soft.
Simply put, there was a bit of fawning in it.
But these small things didn't matter to Gao Liyuan.
Having the chance to fawn over the number one female assassin?
Such an opportunity was rare and precious.
"Help me with something."
An Youyi's voice remained as calm and ordinary as ever.
It seemed no matter what kind of situation.
Nothing could truly touch her core.
Nothing could make her emotionally move or anything like that.
Of course.
These were just the subtleties you could hear in her voice.
If you really wanted to probe deeper.
You'd have to look at the Dragon Queen's specific reactions, and some subtle body movements.
In this regard, Xu Mo was quite adept.
After all, besides the Dragon Queen herself.
Xu Mo was the old hand who knew her best.
How does the saying go?
The people who know you best are usually your opponents.
Not yourself!
When Red Rose heard this, her eyes lit up.
Her heart couldn't be more excited.
She subconsciously blurted out.
"Really? Really? Then what benefit will I get, huh?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
Red Rose's heart was pounding rapidly.
At this moment, she didn't even know what she was thinking.
Was she making the other person angry?
Or did she do something wrong?
Or did the Dragon Queen, An Youyi, absolutely hate this kind of give-and-take?
Should she be selflessly devoted to this cold-blooded female assassin?
To seek a shred of mental comfort from her.
At least, if she ever killed her in the future.
She might think of someone in some year, some month, some date.
Who had once helped her.
Who had taken good care of her and so on.
Whether to live or die would then be a matter of a thought.
At least, the seeds of that cause would have been sown.
"You just need to say, help or not," An Youyi's voice remained calm.
But Red Rose felt the pressure mount.
Damn!
As expected of a killer!
Mastering human hearts and nature is top-notch!
Even talking is so damn intimidating!
How am I supposed to respond?!
I really am!
I'm really going to cry!
Why?!
Red Rose gulped hard and chuckled, "Of course I'll help, but if it's too difficult, I might not be able to do it.
You know, I'm not that amazing.
I just like to type on the keyboard, and when playing games, I love to talk smack with people online.
Ahahaha....... I'm good at trash-talking, but my actual skills are lacking.
But if you want me to hack into the enemy's computer network, or dig out all their secrets.
I can do that, these things are easy for me.
I could even get their phone pictures, bank information, hotel records, dating times and places with girls, and so on........"
Red Rose kept talking more and more ridiculously.
While An Youyi's expression didn't change much.
You could see a faint black line on her fair forehead from a reflective angle.
It was the first time she had been rattled by such a chatterbox.
"Enough, if you talk any more, I'll kill you."
An Youyi said the most unsettling words.
With the most calm tone, to Red Rose.
Damn!
Red Rose was scared half to death by these words.
What the hell even was that?
I just talk too much.
I just went a bit too far.
I just wanted to contribute to civilized language online.
What did I do wrong?
What did I do to deserve this?!
Red Rose felt even more wronged than Dou E!!
Hmm, by the way!
Red Rose's inequality is.
I can curse at people, call them stupid dogs.
Sorry, but if I encounter being called a stupid dog during a confrontation.
If it upsets Red Rose's internal boundaries.
Then the teammate's or the opponent's computer straight up ain't needed.
Virus bombing mode.
The other side's computer dead in an instant.
If it's even more serious, exposing their information directly.
For a super hacker like her, it's all child's play, something you can do with your eyes closed.
Simple as that!
Speaking of which.
Why does the Dragon Queen seem a bit unhappy?
Should Red Rose be scared?
Or continue to be scared?
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Today there's something, by the way, by 12 o'clock, we'll fill the remaining time into this chapter
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
