Imperial Treasure-Chapter 820 - 504: Seven Deadly Sins

"Of course, if it weren’t for your exceptionally clean ways, I would’ve thought you and I were kindred spirits."

Sui Yi: "I don’t consider that a compliment."

"Really? Then this should be the next line," he laughed again, "Greed, lust, gluttony, envy, sloth, pride, wrath, the seven deadly sins, the roots of human nature, yet you embody none of them, as clean and fleeting as a cloud. Why did you come here?"

Why? Many people secretly have this question.

Sui Yi was silent for a while, then said, "It seems you’re not omnipotent either."

The other person was also silent, then said, "Are you provoking me?"

Sui Yi, however, said, "You’re afraid of her."

The silence from the other person was suffocating, and the rest were equally stifled in their quietness.

Her? Who?

Yi bit her lip.

Was all of this orchestrated by that woman?

"Yes, I’m afraid of her, not many aren’t. Aren’t you also afraid?"

Sui Yi did not speak.

He laughed lightly.

The laughter was somewhat eerie.

"It seems you’ve already suffered because of her~ poor girl... waiting for you to come find me~"

The voice faded away.

Sui Yi suddenly stood up, not allowing others to question her, picked up the coat hanging on the armrest, standing tall and straight.

Straight away, she walked towards the other end of the corridor.

Hmm? What’s going on? Just leaving like that!

Landis and others instinctively felt that Sui Yi might have discovered something, so they hurriedly followed, a crowd noisily leaving.

Cao Ling ultimately decided to stay.

"What about the task?" Ming Lanyuan raised an eyebrow at her.

"Screw the task! It’s all a trap, I’m not successful enough to get involved," besides, there’s my aunt and cousin beside me, what’s the use of a task!

Cao Ling crossed her arms, displaying some fearlessness, then looked at Ming Lanyuan and asked back, "What about your task?"

Ming Lanyuan pouted and pointed at Yue Beiqing, "Protect her."

"Why do I feel like her fainting is a bit unusual?"

"Unusual how?"

"Too little presence, utterly insignificant value as the eldest lady of the Yueh Family."

"....."

Ming Lanyuan suddenly lowered her head and smiled sweetly, "Really~ you’ll pay for that remark one day."

Cao Ling didn’t pay attention to her words but was struck dumb by her sweet, shy smile.

Damn it, I kind of understand why my big brother was enchanted.

This woman’s abnormal acidic and sharp-tongued nature is actually quite pleasing to the eye.

Losar did not leave, he stayed back to be a stabilizing force for these people. After all, those seven people, along with the ones they took, had significantly reduced their fighting strength here by more than half, but there was no choice, this was the only way to break the game.

He gripped Cao Qijun’s hand, his eyes dark and indecisive. The latter sensed her husband’s concern but said nothing, only whispered, "Xiluo will be fine."

"Uh-huh." Losar forced a smile and looked at Chark in Cao Qijun’s arms, the chubby little face so adorably charming.

This was his son.

Meanwhile, Nalan and Wei Feng did not leave, but the two people with them were gone.

They were drinking together, looking very composed.

"Ghost Teeth, White Blade, The Gate, Imperial Guards, four world-class organizations are playing on this person’s chessboard, this person should be proud," Nalan glanced casually at Cao Ling and Ming Lanyuan.

Zhong Lang followed after them.

It seems he hasn’t given up on this mission.

After all, this person is at least the pinnacle of B-level, isn’t he?

"We also have to count in the Rose Monarch Natasha," Wei Feng reminded her.

"Right," Nalan sipped her drink, softly said, "She indeed has to be counted."

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"Ah, they’ve gone," Fu Ling sat on the sofa, looking around at the environment and those who were uneasy.

Are they truly safe now?

"At least, if Sui Yi and the others fail, then we too will undoubtedly die."

"That wrathful assassin will go on a rampage~ especially now that all our strongest forces have already left."

The Old Master said gloomily, though Fu Ling felt his words were half true and half false, "Not necessarily, I actually think the ones left are the strongest forces."

"Like you."

The Old Master chuckled, saying nothing.

Or perhaps those other geezers?

Anyway, Fu Ling is not afraid of any killer madman; if she were scared, she wouldn’t be chatting with this White Blade person.

White Blade, who kills no fewer than a hundred people a day, and the evil amassed from the human experiments conducted with the organs retrieved could make all the murderers out there look like weaklings. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it and give monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)