Chapter 3113
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[Teleport]
The moment Song Tan charged into the fire, she screamed in shock, but she had already disappeared into the sea of flames.
Then, there was an explosion, and all the dust fell to the ground.
Perhaps if Song Tan hadn't met Murong Yu, she would've been as kind as she appeared.
She would've had a husband who loved her, and she would've lived a peaceful and happy life as a housewife.
Luo Qingchen stood at the bottom of the hotel. She patted the dust off her body and put down her hat.
Yi Ci stood in front of the hotel, her face expressionless. Her slender fingertips were trembling slightly.
"Young Master, the security guard said they saw Young Madam enter the hotel half an hour ago, and she hasn't come out …" Ning Yuan couldn't finish his sentence. He knew how important Luo Qingchen was to him.
After all, he had followed him from one world to another. Naturally, he knew better than anyone else.
"No, I believe him." Yi Ci felt her voice tremble, but he believed her.
Both of them knew that Song Tan had sneaked into the hotel. He wanted to catch her like a turtle in a jar, but she requested for everyone to be evacuated.
He didn't expect her to go to the hotel by herself.
Why … Why …
"Young Master …"
"Ning Yuan."
"Yes."
He seemed to be unable to hold back his anxiety. He put on a fireproof jacket and said, "Stay here and guard her. I'll go in and pick her up."
"Young Master, you can't —" Ning Yuan immediately stopped him. "Your identity … You can't …"
"I'm your master." Yi Ci frowned. "I'm worried."
"Young Master!"
"Let go —"
Ning Yuan frowned and could only let go.
But in the next second, Yi Ci's wrist was still caught.
"I told you to let go, you …" The moment he turned around, he saw the face that he couldn't forget and loved deeply.
"Why would I go back and die?" Luo Qingchen took his hand and said, "I can be the number one assassin in the Shadow League. “
Yi Ci let out a long sigh and said, "It's good that you're back."
He held her hand tightly and kept telling himself that he would never let go of her again.
Beside the hotel was a promenade. They walked along the promenade and chatted.
"Song Tan is dead." Luo Qingchen glanced sideways and said, "Perhaps this is a relief for her."
"Yes." Yi Ci said with a melancholy expression, "Did you tell her what happened in the Imperial Garden?"
"Yeah!" Luo Qingchen nodded. "Whether she lives or dies, I want her to know that Murong Yu isn't worthy of her love."
That kind of man didn't deserve anyone's love. His death was the best respect in the world.
"I thought you would save her after you told her." Claire held her hand tightly in her palm and said, "She killed us once. I'm afraid you'll be soft-hearted."
"I won't be soft-hearted," Luo Qingchen pursed her lips and chuckled, "but it's not entirely because she caused us to die once."
Song Tan was a very stubborn person. Her stubbornness was so deep that it had become a kind of sickness.
"Then what's the reason?"
"Do you really want to know?" Luo Qingchen tilted her head and said, "I'm afraid you'll think I'm a bad person if you know."
"It doesn't matter to me whether you're a good person or a bad person."
"Then I'll tell you?"
"Uh-huh."
A second later, Luo Qingchen cleared her throat and said, "I don't want to have another love rival, so I won't be soft-hearted towards Song Tan."
"… …"
"Look at your expression, you seem to be very melancholy!"
"No." Yi Ci shook his head seriously, a faint smile on his lips. "I'm just thinking that my madam is worthy of being the number one assassin in the Shadow League."
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