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"dad!"

"Alice is wrong."

"Alice shouldn't have shown her fierce side to her father."

"It was Alice who didn't control herself well."

The little girl buried her face in Lu Xingyuan's legs, her voice muffled.

Those tears, more crystalline than crystal, instantly soaked Lu Xingyuan's trouser legs.

She didn't know what had just happened to her; she was like a frightened cat, her fur standing on end.

But Lu Xingyuan is her father, how could she lash out at him?

No, Alice is wrong.

"fine."

Lu Xingyuan handed the knife to Timo, who was standing to the side, and then picked up the little girl.

Seeing her tear-streaked face, he felt a pang of heartache. He quickly reached out and gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, then kissed her little face.

"Don't cry, okay?"

"When you cry, Daddy wants to cry too."

The little girl bit her lower lip, trying her best to hold back her tears.

"Really?"

"Of course it's true."

Lu Xingyuan kissed her forehead again.

"Daddy cares about Alice. When Alice is sad, Daddy is sad too."

The little girl panicked and hastily wiped her tears from her face with the back of her hand.

"Then Alice, don't cry. Alice doesn't want to see her father sad."

"Then why don't you hurry up and give Daddy a kiss?"

Lu Xingyuan brought his left cheek close to the little girl's face.

mua!

"And this side too."

He then brought his right cheek closer.

mua!

"And the forehead."

This time, it was the little girl who spoke.

mua!

"Daddy knows Alice didn't do it on purpose, she was just suddenly startled, right?"

Alice lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes again.

"Um……"

She said, her voice trembling with tears.

Alice never expected her father to be so amazing.

"Even so, Alice shouldn't breathe on her father."

Lu Xingyuan was successfully amused by her.

"Alright, it's okay. Dad will never hold a grudge against Alice, no matter who else he may be."

"What about me? What about me?"

Teemo, who was holding the knife, was getting a little anxious.

"I won't hold a grudge against Timo."

Sister Shou: Oh... so you'll hold a grudge against me?

Got it, got it.

I'm leaving.

Take my stuff—pack up the whole train (I spend 24 hours a day on the train, much longer than you do. If the train isn't mine, then whose is it?), and roll it far, far away. You'll be happy then, you heartless bastard.

"Of course, I won't hold a grudge against Sister Shou."

Lu Xingyuan's will to survive was at its peak.

Sister Shou: Oh.

Since things have come to this point, I guess I'll have to stay, even if it's reluctantly.

Alice's emotions were successfully calmed down.

Mainly, she didn't want to upset Lu Xingyuan.

Clenching her little fists, she silently vowed in her heart: even if her father really took a knife and slashed at her, hurt her, cut off her head, and ripped out her heart, she would not get angry, but would only look at her father tenderly.

Give me the knife.

Lu Xingyuan took the knife from Timo's hand, then gestured with his chin towards Timo.

"bring it on."

Timo paused for a moment, then realized what he meant, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"Me? Can I really do it?"

Then he seemed to realize something, and scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"Was my disappointment too obvious... Boss, let's just forget about it. You're right, I'm too weak."

"fart."

Lu Xingyuan rebuked:

"You are my right and left arms."

"But he's one of my top generals."

"I won't allow you to belittle yourself like that."

Timo's heart was instantly struck, and tears streamed down his face.

But he quickly wiped his tears back.

"No, I can't cry. I'm the boss's right-hand man, one of his top generals!"

"Are you ready?"

"It's done."

"Here I come."

Lu Xingyuan's expression was serious, and he didn't show the slightest laziness just because it was Timo.

"So...so strong!"

Before Timo could even react, the knife was already at his neck.

His pupils suddenly contracted, and he felt as if everything in his body stood up.

"Is this the power of the ultimate technique, 'Void'?! It's incredibly powerful!"

"Boss is amazing! Boss is practically a god! He can even control such powerful forces!"

Timo circled around Lu Xingyuan, cheering incessantly.

the other side.

The Asahi Empire.

holy capital.

After completing her exploration of Water Bay City, Wenlesa returned to the Royal Sanctuary via a teleportation array.

After finishing a detailed report of 30,000 words, Wen Leisha shook her slightly sore wrist. She was such a serious person, no matter what it was, that's what her teacher taught her.

"Vinnessa, let's have dinner together tonight."

Molen stepped forward and extended a sincere invitation.

"After a long day, treat yourself to something nice."

Shi Mang, standing to the side, nodded frantically.

"Yeah, Captain, it wasn't easy for us to make this trip."

The blonde girl shook her head.

"I need to go see the teacher right away."

Molen immediately shut his mouth.

That terrifying woman... Go away, go away, how dare he compete?

The blonde girl took off her gilded robe, revealing a moon-white silk blouse underneath. The fabric was so thin that it allowed the warmth of her skin to see through. A row of mother-of-pearl buttons adorned the neckline, shimmering softly in the light.

Despite being only sixteen years old, the curves of her body still captivated people's attention.

Mo Lun reluctantly withdrew his gaze, then met Shi Mang's eyes, his expression darkening.

Shi Mang scratched his head.

"So... shall we eat?"

"Eat my ass!"

Molen coldly uttered a sentence and left without looking back.

Leaving the Royal Sanctuary, Wenlesa traveled by carriage to a quiet manor in the Holy City.

There were no heavily guarded guards typical of aristocratic manors here; the entire manor was as quiet as if it were deserted. However, the neatly trimmed flowerbeds silently revealed the traces of careful maintenance they had once undergone.

This is how it should be. This is Feng Zhitian Dao Yun Shu's manor. There's no need for guards. Anyone with a brain wouldn't dare to cause trouble here.

She took off her boots, revealing a pair of small feet encased in thin white socks. After hesitating for a moment, Wen Leisha finally hugged her feet and brought them to her nose to sniff.

Hmm, no smell, so she's relieved.

Generally speaking, after wearing boots all day, even the most meticulous girl will have a faint sour smell.

But surprisingly, she didn't.

She seems to possess some kind of special constitution, unaffected by this.

Since that's the case, then there's nothing to worry about.

Wenlesa's small feet, clad in thin white stockings, left a trail of footprints on the smooth wooden floor, but they quickly evaporated and disappeared.

She easily found her way to the deepest part of the cabin.

There was a woman dressed in a white martial arts uniform, sitting quietly cross-legged.