After this assassination attempt, Lin Xiaoxiao spent almost all her time with the Liang family, except when she was sleeping.
She went to see the sickly young master once, but was stopped by the bodyguard.
"I'm sorry, miss, my young master is in poor health and cannot be in contact with strangers often."
What disease is it that prevents even contact with other people?
Lin Xiaoxiao mentally complained, but since the other person didn't want to see her, she couldn't just barge in.
I don't know if it was just her imagination.
She felt that the sickly-looking man looked very familiar.
I feel like I've seen those eyes somewhere before.
She inquired about the sickly man's identity and learned that he was Yang Huaizhou, the youngest son of Yang Jinglu, the president of the Chinese community. He was born with a deficiency in health and was physically weak. He had never shown himself in public and was quite mysterious.
Yang Huaizhou's destination on this voyage was also Hong Kong, where he was supposedly going back to the mainland to meet someone.
Lin Xiaoxiao thought about it for a moment. Anyway, they were on the same cruise ship, so they would eventually meet again.
There's no rush.
"Young Master, she's gone." The bodyguard watched Lin Xiaoxiao leave and went to report to Yang Huaizhou.
In the room, Yang Huaizhou was drinking tea and swinging his legs leisurely when he heard this. "Take some people to clean up the trash left on the ship. I don't want any more trouble before we get to Manila."
The bodyguard bowed his head. "Yes, young master."
He then left with three bodyguards.
Manila is the capital and largest port city of the Philippines, where cruise ships stop to pick up and drop off passengers and replenish supplies.
Lin Xiaoxiao felt a toothache when she thought of the global manhunt order against her.
One can only imagine how many agents and assassins must be lurking in the port of Manila.
Hey, she absolutely refuses to get off the boat.
If you're so capable, come aboard and have your way with her.
Then, let them all be shark feeders.
After the last gunfight, Liang Jihang and his family of three moved to a suite next to Yang Huaizhou's, and Lin Xiaoxiao shamelessly moved to be next to them as well.
Fortunately, there weren't many passengers booking first class, and the cruise line management agreed to it.
Disagreeing is not an option.
He personally witnessed Lin Xiaoxiao throwing the bodies of more than a dozen assassins into the sea, and it took them a whole day to clean up the bloodstains on the cruise ship.
He dared not provoke this devil.
Fearing being shot and thrown into the sea to feed the sharks.
The week and a half before arriving in Manila was the most carefree and enjoyable time I had.
Lin Xiaoxiao wandered aimlessly on the boat, borrowing fishing rods and bait from the crew, spending every day either fishing or fishing.
Even Liang Jihang, who spends most of his day immersed in knowledge, will occasionally play a game when the mood strikes.
Fishing seems to be contagious; soon after, the sickly young master, dressed in a conservative manner, also came to the deck to fish.
You can take the fish you catch to the kitchen on the cruise ship, and for a small processing fee, they will help you cook it into a delicious meal.
Lin Xiaoxiao loves to eat shrimp and is particularly enthusiastic about shrimp fishing.
However, catching shrimp in the deep sea is extremely difficult.
It's okay, she has a cheat code.
He mixed some wood-elemental powder into the bait, hooked it onto the fish, and then cast it into the sea.
Not far away, a sickly man caught a sea fish, and the bodyguard was overjoyed, showering him with compliments and praise.
"Young Master is amazing."
"Young Master actually pulled up a fish."
"Young Master..."
Lin Xiaoxiao glanced at it and thought to herself, how weak must this sickly guy be on a normal day? He pulled up a four-pound fish and the bodyguard was praising him to the skies.
"Shut up, don't bother me." Even the sickly young master thought the bodyguard was exaggerating.
She glanced at Lin Xiaoxiao, feeling somewhat embarrassed.
The bodyguard made a zipping motion to indicate that he was going to shut up.
As Lin Xiaoxiao was internally complaining, her fishing rod was almost pulled into the sea.
They've arrived.
She tugged at it, and wow, it was really heavy.
Even without shrimp, there would be at least several dozen kilograms of fish.
After being pulled up, Lin Xiaoxiao was speechless, and Yang Huaizhou and his bodyguards were also dumbfounded.
A large yellow croaker weighing at least ten pounds was caught on the small fishing hook, and the fishing line was covered with a dense swarm of lobsters of all sizes and shapes. A large lobster was also hanging from the tail of the yellow croaker.
This isn't fishing at all!
It is clearly an offering to the emperor.
Yang Huaizhou tugged at his fishing rod; it felt light and flimsy, clearly indicating there was nothing there. He had spent the entire afternoon fishing for that fish before finally catching it.
Lin Xiaoxiao casually caught so many big fish with one shot.
Envy, jealousy.
Lin Xiaoxiao happily put all the fish and shrimp into the bucket, reeled in the fishing rod and bait, and carried the bucket to the cruise ship's kitchen.
Tonight, she wants to eat shrimp.
The portion was far too large; that one big yellow croaker was enough for Liang Jihang's family of three.
The large yellow croaker is very nutritious, and Lou Cuie kept putting more on Lin Xiaoxiao's plate, urging her to eat more. Lin Xiaoxiao said she didn't like eating sea fish, but Lou Cuie insisted that she eat it, saying it was nutritious.
Lin Xiaoxiao had no choice but to eat it.
Towards the end of the meal, it turned out that she hadn't eaten much of the shrimp she liked, but she had eaten half of the large yellow croaker.
"I'm full, I don't want any more." Patting her stomach, Lin Xiaoxiao refused Lou Cuie's offer to feed her.
Little did she know that this action startled Lou Cuie, who lightly slapped the back of her hand, saying, "You silly girl, why are you hitting your own stomach? Be careful not to make yourself uncomfortable."
Three question marks gradually appeared on Lin Xiaoxiao's forehead.
hold head high?
Can patting your stomach really cause discomfort? She doesn't know anything about this.
Lou Cuie pinched her chubby cheeks and emphasized repeatedly, "Don't hit her stomach, do you hear me?"
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