Chapter 142: Extra 4 (Overhaul! Added 3,000 words) Jiang Qiaosheng's story...
one,
There is a Red Pavilion in the world of Jianghu, and Jiang Qiaosheng has a mad father.
The Red Pavilion is the world's foremost assassin organization, formerly the Jiang Dynasty's Death Squad. Established over fifty years ago, it boasts a galaxy of skilled warriors. Under the Blood Seal of the Ghost Head, the Red Pavilion's hunting orders have ensnared countless heroes. For a sufficient price, the Red Pavilion will take down the victim, even if they are far away in the desert, snow-capped mountains, or on the distant islands.
Jiang Qiaosheng's crazy father is an orphan of the royal family of the previous dynasty.
After the fall of the Jiang Dynasty, his mad father spent his days having nothing to do but have children. Even when Jiang Qiaosheng was born, he still dreamed of restoring his country. He assigned titles to each of his children, acting like an emperor in the Red Pavilion. Jiang Qiaosheng was deeply annoyed by this. After her first murder, she was hurriedly summoned to kneel and listen to the Red Pavilion's "emperor"'s instructions. She knelt among her brothers and sisters, her blood-stained hands clasped, and earnestly made her first wish before the lantern before her.
One day, she will kill her father and blow up the Red Pavilion.
A bunch of lunatics, so annoying.
Unfortunately, the Red Pavilion was difficult to destroy. With a century of operation under its belt, the Red Pavilion was a colossal entity, with branches scattered across the land. Its headquarters was located within Tangshan, near Bianliang, at the very foot of the emperor. Tangshan's mountains were intricately woven with caves, their walls perpetually ablaze with dim candlelight, creating a shimmering, almost infernal scene.
It was in this hell that Jiang Qiaosheng met Feng Jimin, the person she hated most in her life.
When Tianshui Taizu rebelled, the Jiang Dynasty collapsed. The leader of the Jiang Dynasty's Death Warriors fled, carrying the bloodline of the Jiang Dynasty emperor, and founded the Red Pavilion. The Jiang Dynasty's royal bloodline permanently rules the Red Pavilion, while the Jiang Dynasty's Death Warriors occupy the position of elders. By today, the former master-servant relationship has long since degenerated, with frequent power struggles and oppression. While the current Red Pavilion leader has many descendants, the Red Pavilion elders are childless and have only accepted a few apprentices, Feng Jimin being the least prominent of them.
He was weak and had poor bones. The Red Pavilion respected strength, and these two points alone were enough for others to climb over Feng Jimin's head and bully him in every way.
One day, several disciples of the Red Pavilion elders, as usual, brought their useless junior brother to Tangshan Valley, ready to humiliate and tease him. However, upon entering the valley, the leader made a careless move and kicked away the bottles and jars Jiang Qiaosheng had placed on the ground, sending the scent of sesame oil and incense powder wafting into the air.
The next moment, a wooden stick shot out from the woods and suddenly pierced the man's arm. Caught off guard, he screamed and fell to the ground. Jiang Qiaosheng emerged from the woods, holding a plucked chicken skewered on a wooden pole, his face grim and frightening.
"This is my place." She stared at the man lying on the ground and threatened fiercely, "If you dare to do it again, I'll skin you and roast you on a skewer."
Everyone in the Red Pavilion knew Jiang Qiaosheng. She was the Pavilion Master's most gifted daughter, yet also the one with the most erratic and violent temper. If she threatened to roast the elders and disciples, perhaps no one would be able to stop her.
The humiliation they were about to inflict on Feng Jimin was ultimately thwarted. They arrived feeling elated and left in a rage. However, Jiang Qiaosheng had no intention of helping Feng Jimin. She coldly watched the thin, withered young man inch his way out, then turned back to roasting her chicken.
At this point, things started to go awry. Jiang Qiaosheng found himself frequently encountering the Red Pavilion Elder's most incompetent disciple. Feng Jimin would often be followed by several men, ready to strike him down, only to glance up and see Jiang Qiaosheng standing nearby. For a moment, no one dared to approach this idiot. Over and over again, it became as if Jiang Qiaosheng had become Feng Jimin's ticket to immortality.
Feng Jimin was using Jiang Qiaosheng as a pretext, his intentions so obvious, he barely concealed them. Jiang Qiaosheng wasn't a fool; it was impossible for her not to understand Feng Jimin's intentions. She wasn't a person with a good temper either, and she wouldn't tolerate any loss. So when Feng Jimin once again wandered over to her, Jiang Qiaosheng turned around and grabbed his neck, staring at him with interest, saying, "Hide here with me? Use my name to cheat people? You're quite bold."
Even though his thoughts were discovered, Feng Jimin's face remained expressionless. He had a handsome face and a thin build, and compared to the sturdy warriors in the Red Pavilion, he could be described as lonely.
This skin is quite nice.
"Help me." Feng Jimin said in a low voice, staring at Jiang Qiaosheng: "Help me, and I will help you fight for the position of the leader of the Red Pavilion in the future."
Feng Jimin's voice was calm, but his eyes were filled with intense emotion. His contradictory temperament was fully reflected in him, and in this situation, he was inexplicably bewitching. If it were someone else, they might have agreed, but Feng Jimin met Jiang Qiaosheng.
Jiang Qiaosheng didn't find him interesting. She moved her fingers that were pinching Feng Jimin's neck upwards, and with a "click", she removed his jaw cleanly, cutting off the words he hadn't finished.
Jiang Qiaosheng sneered, "I want to be the leader of the Red Pavilion, do I still need your help?"
After saying that, she removed Feng Jimin's limbs one by one, threw him to the ground and walked away.
The threat proved effective. After that day, Feng Jimin never came to see her again. When he reappeared before Jiang Qiaosheng, he was now white-haired, red-eyed, and limping on a wooden chair. It was unknown what had happened in the Elders' Pavilion; his master, the Red Pavilion Elder, and all the other disciples were dead. With the two mountains above him toppled, Feng Jimin had no rivals. He was now a completely different person, having become one of the most powerful figures in the Red Pavilion.
This change is not small, but unfortunately Feng Jimin's habit of hanging around in front of Jiang Qiaosheng has not changed at all. As he grows older, his mouth becomes more sharp and his ability to sarcastically attack people becomes better and better. The target of his sarcasm is most likely Jiang Qiaosheng.
This guy was truly annoying, and he couldn't be killed right away. Thanks to him, Jiang Qiaosheng changed his previously simple wish and added Feng Jimin's name to his list of targets, constantly raising his priority as he provoked him again and again.
two,
On the day he met Xue Ke, Jiang Qiaosheng had just killed several of his brothers and sisters and was about to go to Lou Chengyi to get the letter that Wen Yao had written to her.
The mere thought of it filled her with joy. She twisted the arm she was holding and reached for the man's neck. The man in her grip struggled, screaming incessantly, before finally turning into choked sobs for mercy. The smooth stone walls, covered in damp, slippery moss, carried these cries upwards, reaching the ears of several dark figures standing at the wellhead, their heads bowed. No one moved, all oblivious to the screams below.
"You win! You win!" The well was filled with the smell of blood. The young man, clutching the wound on his broken arm, collapsed at Jiang Qiaosheng's feet. His face was covered in blood. Some of it his own, some from others. He twisted and struggled, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He reached out to tug at Jiang Qiaosheng's skirt, choking with sobs, "Sister! Sister! Spare my life, spare my life!"
"I'll spare your life." Jiang Qiaosheng flung her hand, and thick blood foam flew from her fingertips, splashing to the side. She didn't bend down, but tilted her head and lowered her eyes, using the tip of her shoe to lift the man's chin slightly to examine his features. Unfortunately, she still couldn't recognize which of her brothers her father had given her from the bloody face.
Jiang Qiaosheng looked at the blood on the face and laughed. She slowly pulled her skirt out of the boy's hands and asked with interest, "Before you killed her, she begged you. What did you say?"
"W-what..." The young man shuddered at the words, his eyes darting to the side. Two or three steps away from him and Jiang Qiaosheng lay a body. It was that of a young woman, seemingly no more than a teenager. A quarter of an hour earlier, she had met the young man at the well's exit and, without a single word exchanged, they had engaged in a fight. The young woman, outmatched, was at a disadvantage, and after a single flaw, the young man trampled her neck, shattering it.
The young man burst into tears. "I don't want to... I don't want to either, but only one person can walk out alive. This is the rule of the Red Pavilion." According to the Red Pavilion's rules, every three months, the children of the Pavilion Master must fight a deathmatch. Several people are simultaneously dropped into a well maze, and only one person can walk out alive.
The young man fought his way through the well, thinking he had successfully killed all his opponents. In ecstasy, he prepared to leave the well. Unexpectedly, there was a loud "bang" and Jiang Qiaosheng kicked open the secret door and walked out of the corridor.
Everyone has a premonition. At that moment, the boy knew that he was probably going to die today.
He didn't give up immediately. He used poison, hidden weapons, sneak attacks... He tried every possible method, but within twenty moves, he was still trampled to the ground by Jiang Qiaosheng.
Compared to the others who had come for the fight, Jiang Qiaosheng was dressed beautifully. Her hair was in a bun, a flower adorned her forehead, her eyes were large and bright, their ends curled like a cat's. She exuded a delicate and innocent air, not at all like someone joining in the once-a-month battles between brothers. Jiang Qiaosheng was indeed quite happy today. She calculated the date, and Wen Yao's letter should have arrived at Qiongyu Tower by today.
"What's wrong with that?" Jiang Qiaosheng curled her eyes and kicked the merchant on tiptoe. "I'll give you a chance to show your worth. Die with her." Without hesitation, she raised her foot and crushed the boy's neck. Broken bones and pure blood spurted out in a continuous stream, splashing all over Jiang Qiaosheng's skirt.
She looked up at the person standing by the well, licked her lips, and the next second, she turned and stood at the exit. Seeing that it was Jiang Qiaosheng again who had emerged alive, the guards at the wellhead knew something was wrong and immediately drew their swords and retreated. Unfortunately, they were still a step too late. Jiang Qiaosheng quickly closed in and broke their necks with a few strokes.
Killing them was simply a habit Jiang Qiaosheng had developed recently. These men were responsible for guarding the well. If the two men who finally reached the wellhead refused to fight to the death, they would jump in and kill them. They had been standing by the well like they were watching a play. Jiang Qiaosheng wasn't in the habit of letting people play tricks on her. Anyone who dared to watch her show would be killed.
Jiang Qiaosheng casually brushed the blood off his hands, his mood still good, humming a tune. She spun lightly up a flight of stairs, her satin skirt swirling, radiant as a flower. Then, at the end of the corridor, Jiang Qiaosheng ran into two people. They were wearing white masks, and upon seeing Jiang Qiaosheng, they immediately separated and retreated to the sides.
"White-haired rat." Jiang Qiaosheng glanced at the white mask and smiled. The dense smell of blood spread with her movements. Her hands, hanging by her side, were stained bright red. She reached out to grab the hem of her skirt, and the glaring red immediately spread across the beautiful gauze dress.
The two white-masked figures standing in front of her twitched, their necks suddenly pierced with gashes, and they fell facedown to the ground, dead. The iron chains above their heads snapped again, and two more white-masked figures leaped down, lifting the two and preparing to leave. The next second, their necks were also twisted, and they fell limp to the ground.
After losing four people in a row, no one dared to come down again. Their gazes, both overt and covert, lingered on Jiang Qiaosheng and the pile of corpses before her, cold and venomous like venomous snakes.
Jiang Qiaosheng curled his lips, raised his foot, stepped on one of them and kicked him, shouting, "Get out!"
Three words, full of murderous intent.
The sound of rolling wheels echoed off the stone walls, and a sliver of moonlight-like white appeared at the end of the darkness. Feng Jimin, a thin and handsome figure, was being pushed toward Jiang Qiaosheng, following many white masks.
"You killed very quickly today." Feng Jimin's voice was soft, like a piece of candy. He stared deeply at Jiang Qiaosheng: "You've been going out every few days lately. What are you doing?"
"Oh." Jiang Qiaosheng smiled when he heard this, and turned his eyes to stare at Feng Jimin: "Those who followed me turned out to be your people."
"Don't be angry. You killed them all, and I had no idea what you were doing away from home all this time." Feng Jimin stopped the guard beside him from drawing his sword, and slowly reached out to push the wheelchair towards Jiang Qiaosheng. He said gently, "I was just a little curious about what you were doing away from home. You've changed so much since you came back."
His eyes met Jiang Qiaosheng's in mid-air, one showing no sign of concealing his murderous intent, the other pretending to be harmless.
Feng Jimin is just this kind of dog-like person. He only has a good appearance, but the inside has long been rotten and smelly.
"My intention to kill you hasn't changed." Jiang Qiaosheng pursed his lips, his eyes sweeping across the guards surrounding Feng Jimin, their faces filled with vigilance. He sneered, "Why did you bring these people here today? Are you ready to die?"
As she finished speaking, the white-masked men guarding Feng Jimin became more vigilant.
The current Red Pavilion Master has many children, but Jiang Qiaosheng is the most violent and bloodthirsty, and possesses the greatest martial arts prowess. She has a feud with Feng Jimin and also dislikes the White Masks of the Elders' Pavilion. She's best avoided, as she's known for her ability to kill.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense. Feng Jimin stared at Jiang Qiaosheng like a venomous snake, motionless. His gaze was like a snake's tongue, slithering through the air, hissing as he gathered information about Jiang Qiaosheng. After a moment, he said, "Today is the day you choose your assassins. I'll take you to choose them."
All the children of the Red Pavilion Master and Jiang Qiaosheng's brothers and sisters, once they lived past a certain age, would have their own personal assassins. From then on, they would be inseparable, rising and falling together.
"No."
This was a traditional Red Pavilion ritual, but unfortunately, Jiang Qiaosheng had no interest in it. She stared at Feng Jimin like a beast gazing at a piece of meat on the tip of its claws. However, her wings weren't strong enough yet, and with the current Red Pavilion elders blocking the way, it was difficult to bite into this piece of living meat. She studied Feng Jimin under the focused gaze of the guards for a moment, then, regretfully, gave up on the idea of killing the white-haired rat today and turned to her room.
"Okay." Feng Jimin nodded happily, his brows relaxed, and turned around and instructed: "If she doesn't want it, then don't have it. Kill those people."
Jiang Qiaosheng suddenly stopped and said, "Wait."
She was known for her brutality and her prestige was immense. White Mask, who had been preparing to kill someone under Feng Jimin's orders, shuddered and subconsciously stopped.
Jiang Qiaosheng raised his chin and said, "I've changed my mind. Lead the way."
She was completely rebellious towards Feng Jimin. Not choosing a death squad was one thing, but what about Feng Jimin sounding so happy? She would never do anything in her life to please this crippled man.
A moment later, Jiang Qiaosheng arrived, arriving at a spacious stone hall. The center of the hall was hollowed out, with several clusters of chains strung across it. Below, a dense crowd of people, all dressed in linen, their hair unkempt, were crammed together. The chains pierced their scapulas, and when they heard a noise from above, they all looked up.
Their faces were stained, and the first thing they saw when they looked up was the vibrant colors of a gauze dress. Soft, luxurious fabric fell upon blood-stained chains. A strikingly beautiful girl lowered her eyes to gaze upon them, her snow-white face abruptly carving a gap in the dim space. The longer someone spends in darkness, the more they crave dazzling things, regardless of whether those things offer a way to survive or lead them into an abyss.
Many people in the stone pit immediately stared at Jiang Qiaosheng without moving.
"Is that all?" Jiang Qiaosheng looked at the people standing in the stone pit and inexplicably thought of that morning when he followed Wen Yao out to buy loaches in town. Loaches looked like this, densely packed together.
What's so good about loach?
Jiang Qiaosheng was in low spirits and began to think about how to get rid of Feng Jimin and go out to find the letter sent by Wen Yao.
She withdrew her foot and stood at the edge of the stone pit. She pulled off the sachet hanging from her waist, held it up, and waved it before the gazes of the many people in the stone pit. She said, "Within one stick of incense, I will choose whoever has the sachet. Let's begin."
As per the Red Pavilion's rules, those not chosen today faced death. The time passed quickly. The assassins were unarmed, and the fights they waged with bare hands were bloody and brutal. Everyone wanted to survive, and the tighter the time, the faster the sachets circulated among their hands.
Jiang Qiaosheng sat cross-legged at the edge of the stone pit, fiddling with a tuft of soft hair between her fingers. Feng Jimin wheeled his wheelchair over to her side, then lowered his gaze toward the bloody scene within. He said, "You've been acting more and more recklessly lately, and the Pavilion Master is increasingly disliking you. It seems that surviving a disaster doesn't guarantee a happy return."
"He doesn't like me?" Jiang Qiaosheng snorted and laughed, "I don't like him either, don't you know? I've wanted to kill him for a long time."
"You are so weak and alone, how can you fight against the Pavilion Master and the Elder?" Feng Jimin smiled gently and said slowly, "Why do you only have a bad temper and no brains?"
Jiang Qiaosheng surprisingly ignored his sarcastic remarks this time. At some point, her fingers twirling her hair stopped, her gaze fixed on the stone pit. Feng Jimin didn't get the expected reaction, and her smile faded slightly. Her brows furrowed slightly as she gazed at the stone pit.
In just a short time, the narrow stone pit had become a river of blood, a horrific sight. Many had been crushed or trampled to death, and the stench of blood mixed with a pungent, fishy smell filled the air. A young man stood in the pit, heaving with the heaviest bodies. His coarse linen clothes barely concealed his ferocious figure. He stepped among the corpses, raised his head, and stared intently at Jiang Qiaosheng, clutching the sachet tightly in his hand.
"I win." The young man suddenly spoke, his voice rough and unpleasant: "I am yours, take me away."
Seeing him like this, Jiang Qiaosheng finally became interested and asked, "What's your name?"
The boy replied, "I don't have a name."
Most of the Red Pavilion's death squads were orphans adopted by the Red Pavilion since childhood. They had no parents and lived in fear of their future, so naturally no one would give them names.
Jiang Qiaosheng was completely satisfied now. He nodded and said, "Okay, it's you. Climb up by yourself. From now on, you belong to me, Jiang Qiaosheng."
After that, she pointed at Feng Jimin and said, "Remember this face. If you have the chance in the future, don't hesitate, kill him immediately."
three,
Jiang Qiaosheng named the boy "Xue Ke." It was a name with a certain meaning. She had memorized it one night while lying beside Wen Yao, reading a storybook, and then casually placed it on the boy's head. She had originally thought of keeping him by her side for a while, but she hadn't expected to use him for so many years.
Over the years, she had killed all her brothers and sisters to ascend to the position of Red Pavilion Master, with Xue Ke as her protector. Even when she was struck by Feng Ji Min's "Ghost Lantern," and the pain was unbearable, it was Xue Ke who stood by her side, sword in hand. When she killed someone, Xue Ke handed her the sword; when she was hungry, Xue Ke cooked; even her clothes were washed by Xue Ke himself. Despite being a Red Pavilion protector and a renowned expert in the martial arts world, she had remained by Jiang Qiaosheng's side for ten years, forcing herself into a nagging old woman.
Jiang Qiaosheng is really weird.
She knew exactly what she was. Even though she often scolded her father and Feng Jimin for being useless, she was no better than them, neither of them worth mentioning.
So again, why is Xue Ke so nice to her?
The night before Wen Yao and Zhao Xuanxu got married, Jiang Qiaosheng and Wen Yao lay in a warm bed, and Jiang Qiaosheng carefully asked the question that had been bothering her for a long time.
Wen Yao smiled, reached out and touched her hair, her eyes and voice soft, "He likes you, can't you see?"
"Xue Ke likes me?" Jiang Qiaosheng was startled at first, and sat up a little on the bed with her arms propped up. To be honest, Jiang Qiaosheng had never considered this question before, but strangely, she quickly accepted it: "So he does like me, no wonder."
"Yeah." Wen Yao glanced over here, hesitated for a moment, and added: "Actually, Feng Jimin likes you too."
Jiang Qiaosheng was speechless. Her expression suddenly became strange. "It's good for Xue Ke to like me. He likes me, but why is he casting a 'ghost lantern' on me?"
"Everyone expresses their love for someone differently." Wen Yao said, "But Feng Jimin's love is really terrible."
Jiang Qiaosheng didn't understand why Feng Jimin liked her, but she believed Wen Yao's words. That night, she got up from Wen Yao's bed and walked to Xue Ke's room next door to wake him up.
Xue Ke was confused: "Master?"
Jiang Qiaosheng: "You like me."
Xueke was stunned, and then stiffened. His handsome face instantly flushed red. He was so nervous that he could barely hold the sword in his hand. He stammered, "Who... who said that?"
Jiang Qiaosheng stared at him intently for a moment, then suddenly smiled: "It seems you really like me."
Xue Ke suddenly became quiet.
He looked up at Jiang Qiaosheng and said softly, "So, do you like me?"
"Yes, I like you and Yaoyao." Jiang Qiaosheng sat on the table, swinging his legs, and stretched out two fingers to block Xueke: "In this world, I only like you two."
Xueke's face turned red again.
"Yaoyao and Zhao Xuanxu are getting married tomorrow." Jiang Qiaosheng curled his lips and continued, "When are we getting married? After the wedding, can I come to check the accounts of the bank and the shop without you? Xue Ke? Xue Ke——"
Jiang Qiaosheng suddenly became quiet.
Late at night, the lights beside the bed were dim, and the sounds of night watches were faint outside. The red-faced assassin came over and gently touched her forehead, and the once handsome and stern face was filled with sweetness that could squeeze out water.
"You can get married," Xue Ke said softly, "You still have to continue looking at the account books."
At this moment, Jiang Qiaosheng suddenly understood why Wen Yao was so coaxed by Zhao Xuanxu - Xue Ke spoke to her so brazenly, but she was not angry at all and only wanted to kiss him back.
Four,
On a spring day, Wen Yao and Zhao Xuanxu set out from Willow Leaf City, traveling west along the trade route to Daluo. The former guards of Prince Yan's palace, now idle, had founded a sect in the martial arts world, specializing in teaching light-weight body movements and the art of concealing one's presence. They named it the Feiye Sect.
Chu Yutang was very supportive of this. However, ever since Wen Yao's departure, the Chu family's patriarch had become increasingly busy, and there was no trace of him in the Ghost Market. He simply allocated a large sum of money to the Feiye Sect and never again addressed the matter. Picking and choosing among the remaining people in Bianliang, only Jiang Qiaosheng remained. After having served as the head of the Red Pavilion for several years, he had some knowledge of these matters.
So the task of rebuilding the Feiye Sect naturally fell on Jiang Qiaosheng's shoulders.
Jiang Qiaosheng was shocked, resisted, and said she didn't want to do anything. She impatiently crossed her legs on the chair, a silver chopstick between her fingers, leaving a shadow as she moved.
She said in a gloomy tone: "I want to go to Daluo with Yaoyao."
Xueke sat quietly eating and said, "The Regent won't want you to go."
"Who cares if he wants to or not?" Jiang Qiaosheng rolled his eyes. "The person I want to follow is Yaoyao."
As soon as she finished speaking, the curtain outside the pavilion was lifted. Qianying's voice came from afar, mixed with internal energy, and was extremely loud: "Miss Jiang, is it correct?
Hearing this, Jiang Qiaosheng turned his eyes back and subconsciously put his hands on the table to look outside.
The sun was shining brightly outside, its warmth spreading across the open space. A smooth stone sculpture, carried by several secret guards, was placed in the center of the clearing. A small old man in coarse linen clothes stood with his hands behind his back. From his eyes to his beard and hair, everything about him was vivid and lifelike, an exact replica of Hao Chunhe.
Jiang Qiaosheng tapped his chin lightly with his finger, a smile suddenly spreading across his lips. He rasped, "Left, right... It's tilted, turn back!" She was deliberately mischievous, and the nimble guards were being driven around in circles by her. It was truly pitiful. Finally, Xue Ke couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up, walked out of the pavilion, and lifted the stone sculpture to the side, saving the honest people.
Jiang Qiaosheng looked at his serious expression and lost all interest. He slammed the silver chopsticks in his hand on the table and then fell backwards.
After Wen Yao left, Jiang Qiaosheng was left alone in Tianshui and Bianliang, feeling incredibly bored. He lay on his back on a bench, staring blankly at the patterns on the beams above the pavilion. His usually bright and domineering features seemed a little languid. Only when he heard Xue Ke's footsteps again did Jiang Qiaosheng curl his lips and turn away, bored, not looking at Xue Ke.
The sound of a wooden box being placed on the stone table could be heard. The Snowman left the pavilion empty-handed, but returned laden with bags.
Jiang Qiaosheng was extremely curious. She couldn't help but hang on the back of the chair and squinted one eye at Xue Ke: "What is that?"
"Gifts from various factions." Xue Ke opened the items one by one. "The emerald jade from Meishan, the flower carvings from Mingtai Sword Tomb, and the blood coral from Liuli Island."
"Oh." Jiang Qiaosheng immediately lost all interest and continued to slump in her chair until Xue Ke put down the gifts and walked over to her, lowering his head and exchanging a lingering kiss with her naturally.
Xue Ke said with a smile, "These things are kept for the sect's storehouse. It doesn't matter if you don't like them. As long as you like me, that's all that matters."
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