Toilet.
A fine stream of water from the faucet kept rinsing, and a pair of hands were placed under the water jet, rinsing for a long time, seemingly still, while the sound of the television outside drifted in.
After a while, he squeezed out some hand sanitizer and washed his hands several times.
Looking up, the face in the mirror was impeccable, like a young master from a play, learned, dignified, and elegant, with every gesture exuding grace.
Looking at the person in the mirror, Song Sifan could hardly remember what he used to look like.
Just an hour earlier, he had personally killed the assassin he had trained.
The first time he was exposed to the cat could be considered an accident, and the second time the cat discovered him could also be considered a coincidence.
However, this time, instead of killing Mu Jin, he took it upon himself to lay out a net for the cat!
He also hurt her!
When he ran back using the invisibility technique, he was covered in blood.
Song Sifan was not surprised. If Mu Jin's soul was already complete, these assassins would have had even less chance of killing him. He was already smart enough not to be killed in return.
"This isn't my blood, it's Jiu Maomao's. She's very difficult to deal with!"
He was quite smug as he spoke, because even though he was difficult to deal with, he still managed to escape using the technique of invisibility.
"You said you hurt the cat?" he asked.
"yes!"
How did you hurt her?
"I stabbed her in the heart, but she dodged it. She was probably just injured; I didn't see it clearly."
"What did you use to poke it?"
"My knife."
"Give me your knife."
The assassin, unsuspecting, handed the knife to Song Sifan.
Song Sifan turned around and plunged the knife into his heart. Before his shocked eyes, it went in even further, until the hilt was embedded in his flesh.
"That's what you originally intended to do?" Song Sifan asked.
"I... what did I do wrong? Why are you trying to kill me?" The assassin was unwilling to accept it. He had followed Song Sifan for so many years and made countless contributions. He was not on the same level as ordinary subordinates.
He never imagined that he would die so suddenly.
Song Sifan looked at him with neither joy nor sorrow, and he even patiently explained to him: "Because you hurt the cat, didn't I tell you? Don't touch her."
With his last breath, the assassin said, "You did all this for a woman?!"
He just couldn't understand why Song Sifan's warning was so serious! It's just a woman!
Song Sifan smiled.
"Yes, it's that simple. If you touch her, you'll die."
After saying that, Song Sifan waved his hand!
The assassin simply threw it to the beach from a distance.
Memories return.
Song Sifan wiped her hands and walked out of the restroom.
The news broadcast said again: "The Chinese kung fu actress also checked into the hotel where the incident occurred tonight, and she promptly rescued His Highness the Ninth Prince. They have now been invited into the royal palace..."
Song Sifan glanced at the TV expressionlessly, picked up the remote, and turned it off.
The large room returned to silence.
A man walked out silently and asked, "What exactly do you want? Are you confident that you can bypass Jiu Maomao to kill Mu Jin? Sending another assassin is pointless; mortals can never fight against gods."
Song Sifan laughed, "Why not? Why not keep sending people to give Mu Jin something to do?"
Even if sending people out is a death sentence, he will still send them out wave after wave, as if it doesn't matter how many die.
"The Ninth Prince is dead. The current Ninth Prince is the Ninth Prince of Kunlun. Shouldn't we be more discreet?"
"Restrain?" Song Sifan looked at him. "Are you kidding me? I've never thought about restraining myself since I left the Heavenly Realm. Xi Yuan is after Maomao. If he insists on taking a knife for his love rival, then kill him!"
Seeing Song Sifan's determination, the man nodded and left.
Song Sifan sat on the sofa and picked up a magazine. It was the July issue of Honey Talk, featuring a double cover with a photo of Maomao and Mu Jin.
He flipped through a few pages, then took a pair of scissors and cut out all the photos of the cats and Mu Jin.
“Cat, you shouldn’t be with him,” Song Sifan said firmly as always.
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The next day, early morning.
Inside the palace of the Ninth Prince.
Surrounded by birdsong and fragrant flowers, it's a tranquil and healthy place.
The cat slept for several hours, and when it opened its eyes, it got up clutching its chest.
She went outside and saw Mu Jin and Xi Yuan standing on the lawn, talking about something.
After she left, the two of them seemed to hear a sound and stopped talking.
"What are you talking about?" the cat asked.
Xi Yuan looked at her and said, "I'm going to hold a press conference this morning to explain what happened last night and to express my special gratitude to you two for saving my life."
"Okay, sure." The cat nodded.
Xi Yuan said, "You two, come with me."
The cat nodded again, saying that was the right thing to do.
The press conference started on time at 10:30 a.m.
Many reporters had been waiting there for a long time. Xi Yuan stepped forward to speak first. His speech was very official and stern. He expressed his dissatisfaction with yesterday's assassination and his determination to severely punish the murderer. He also offered his condolences to the people who lost their lives as a result.
He acted exactly like a prince, representing the image of a nation.
The reporters were shocked because this was the first time the sickly Ninth Prince had held a press conference alone!
His temperament and aura are in no way inferior to those of other princes.
After he finished speaking, he said, "I am very grateful to my two friends, Jiu Maomao and Mu Jin. They saved me yesterday, and I will send them back to China safely afterward."
The camera then turned to the cat and Mu Jin.
Without giving the reporters a chance to interview them, Xiyuan led them out of the reception hall, but that was enough.
If you're going to put on a show, you have to go all the way; this press conference is a must.
Next, Xiyuan really had to send them back to China.
Finding an opportunity, Xiyuan called the cat out alone.
"What do you want to say? Why did you come all this way?" As she spoke, the cat looked back in Mu Jin's direction.
Xi Yuan was angry, but had nowhere to vent her anger. "Stop looking. Can you say some things in front of Jin Shen?"
Only then did the cat look at Xiyuan.
Xiyuan was even more frustrated, and only by saying this would the cat pay attention to him.
“I suspect that the people targeting Mu Jin are from the Heavenly Realm, but… it shouldn’t be someone my mother sent,” Xi Yuan suddenly said.
The cat frowned. "What do you mean by that?"
Xi Yuan: "Yesterday, didn't you notice? Those three assassins had cultivation levels. They weren't from the Eight Gates, were they? What ordinary person would oppose Jin Shen?"
Cat frowned even more. "Explain yourself clearly. Ordinary people won't go against Ah Jin, but do you think the people of Kunlun Immortal Mountain will? Why are the old immortals of Kunlun Immortal Mountain targeting Ah Jin? It was I who ruined the Immortal Banquet, not Ah Jin."
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