My Enemy Became My Cultivation Companion-Chapter 887 - 529: Amitabha Buddha (Double-Length)

The sugar-coated hawthorn was handed to Yin Tingxue. She slightly curled her lips, and there were still traces of tears on her cheeks, sparkling just like the sugar drops on the hawthorn.

This only made the person more guilty. However, it didn't matter—the young girl didn't mind anymore. She reached out to take the sugar-coated hawthorn, but with a swoosh, the person took it back.

"I don't like you anymore; keep being mad at me."

Chen Yi put the sugar-coated hawthorn in his arms.

"That's what I like the most."

"Then... I like you the most."

He handed the sugar-coated hawthorn over again.

"Then it really is my favorite."

"How do you always win?" Chen Yi sighed helplessly.

"Because you really like me..."

In public, Yin Tingxue felt a bit shy, her voice lowered, yet her almond-shaped eyes looked straight at him.

Chen Yi couldn't help but smile, saying, "All right, all right, I like you then."

He deliberately showed a look of helplessness towards her, as if he didn't like her that much... The Old Saintess understood and felt relieved as she exhaled.

As she got older, she increasingly enjoyed seeing lovers finally becoming family, seeing beautiful things. Then she saw the two sitting side by side, splitting the sugar-coated hawthorn, one for you, one for me.

A string of sugar-coated hawthorn had seven pieces in total; Chen Yi and Yin Tingxue took turns eating one each, back and forth, with one saying yours was better and the other saying no, yours was sweeter.

In the end, the two actually started playing rock-paper-scissors for the last piece of sugar-coated hawthorn.

The old woman found it unbearably sweet, regretting that she had wished them to reconcile.

Prayed too early, why not ask for a Heavenly Thunder?

Soon, all the sugar-coated hawthorn was finished. Chen Yi patted his pants and stood up. Without needing to look back, Yin Tingxue naturally held his hand.

After this little spat with the Little Fox, the two ended up even closer than before, making Chen Yi suddenly regret whether he was too calculative, fearing she might secretly manipulate him.

Yin Tingxue softly said, "Where is that? There's really nothing. I just want you to care about me a little more."

These words were said softly, and Chen Yi followed her words, "Is it really like this?"

"Mm, I'm not Sister Weiyang," Yin Tingxue said.

Chen Yi kept walking, and when he heard her mention Yin Weiyin, his mind couldn't help but flash to the image of the beautiful body of the white-robed female crown, straight shoulders, soft and tender armpits, the fine-line muscles stretching into perfect contours, everything indisputably beautiful. Chen Yi suddenly felt it was a pity that Yin Weiyin was not by his side now.

In that case, all of this was the fault of Great Yin.

"You surely learned that from your Sister Weiyang; she's too cunning, laying low and striking from afar," Chen Yi said coldly.

Yin Tingxue understood Chen Yi's underlining meaning and temporarily refrained from speaking for Sister Weiyang.

Silently, Chen Yi blamed Yin Weiyin once more, wishing the white-robed female crown would suddenly appear before him to have a thorough settlement from head to toe.

Unfortunately, Taihua Mountain was still too far away, and who knew when they would meet again...

Chen Yi sighed lightly, feeling inexplicably despondent, turning a corner, suddenly reminded that he would soon meet the Princess Annan, and instantly his spirit lifted.

The girl holding his hand listened to his ever-changing thoughts, trying hard to control the corners of her mouth.

Unfortunately, they had just reconciled, so she couldn't laugh at him now...

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"We've found their tracks! Following Anshan Gong's plan, we cast a long line to catch the big fish. They're very cautious, leaving as soon as they see someone approaching from afar, yet they still exposed themselves at the salt shop."

"It turns out that courtyard had been empty for a while, leaving only some traces. We've ruled out several places but haven't found them yet. They keep changing locations."

"They must be meeting up, possibly disguised as White Lotus Sect members or as our people. But they did it poorly; we've identified a few of their meet-up spots."

After several days of relentless searching, day and night, Su Hongtao finally received the rewards he deserved. He lifted a pen and marked the map, saying, "Continue investigating, continue searching, they're within this circle. I have a hunch we'll find them in two to three days. Han Xiu is becoming more anxious, he actually went to the case archive yesterday."

As he spoke, a drop of sweat slid down Su Hongtao's forehand.

Not only was Han Xiu getting more anxious, but he was also becoming more anxious.

Yesterday, a White Lotus Sect member delivered a letter, with fierce words, just short of pointing their nose and cursing Su Hongtao for being raised without a mother, and strictly ordering him in the letter to prepare ships within three days. Otherwise, the thousands of White Lotus Sect members in the city would revolt together.

If this truly happened, then there would be no way to cover it up, and what would there be to say about preserving the reputation afterward? The Su Family of Xia Shui would be reduced to having all men dead and women enslaved.

The urgent task was to bring Han Xiu down. Were it not for Xique Pavilion also being in the city, Su Hongtao would've long wanted to lead soldiers into Han Mansion to kill everyone.

Hurry… faster…

The circle was getting smaller and smaller. They couldn't win every bet, couldn't always elude the searching soldiers,

Su Hongtao lowered his eyes, staring at the map on the desk, noticing a previously overlooked place, his eyebrows suddenly twitched, and he coldly smiled, saying:

"Ah, so it's here!"

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Outside a certain tavern in Wuchang City, suddenly a shout of "kill" arose.

The cry was extremely abrupt, shocking the entire street into a halt.

In the second-floor hall, Deng Kaiwen looked out the window lattice and was astonished to see the street people scattering anxiously, a mass of armed armored soldiers surrounding them from all alleys, surrounding the tavern they were hiding in as tight as a drum.

"Kill!"

The cold and severe shout of slaughter arose again, quickly turning into a roaring torrent, flooding the street and alleys.

The armored soldiers charged in a rush; pedestrians who didn't avoid in time along the street were cut down without hesitation, their bodies being knocked to the ground by the soldiers.