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Even if it has already been used, can it still be separated from a person's body?
Qi Xiaomian had a bad feeling. While pondering countermeasures, he continued to probe for information. How do you plan to get it back?
When a person dies, the light fades, and neither Whale Oil nor the demons will protect you anymore.
Qi Xiaomian narrowed his eyes and drew out Binglan.
Zhang Fan ignored his actions and continued to laugh playfully, "Look at how nervous and scared you are. I wonder if you're more worried about your own life or that of His Majesty inside."
Zhang Fan took a deep breath. He was unscathed yet seemed to have more at stake than Qi Xiaomian.
"You've been loyal to him for nothing. Everyone outside thinks he values you more than his own children, but in reality, the Second Prince has a much stronger scent than you."
Whale Oil has many uses; he only told you the surface details. Just a small bottle on the battlefield made you grateful to him?
He is merely using you. What’s light and what’s heavy—he speaks one way but acts another behind your back. You believe everything he says, and look at how you’re trying so hard to please him; it reminds me of my foolish self in the past.
Qi Xiaomian listened to his words but only replied indifferently, "Don't try to sow discord; I won't believe you."
Zhang Fan studied his expression and sighed softly, "You're smarter than I am."
Qi Xiaomian's eyes flickered slightly, but he remained silent.
Zhang Fan continued, "There’s another method to retrieve Whale Oil and the demons without needing you to die. However, the process will be worse than death. Even if you endure it, your body will suffer from the backlash of your original injuries. If you can receive careful care, it’s possible to drag your weak body through to your original lifespan."
The royal family and the powerful would definitely not agree to this method.
Sure enough, a door opened behind them, and Cai Zhuo squeezed out beside Qi Xiaomian. The mosquito whispered something in his ear: "Marquis, don’t worry about the Dragon Vein."
Although the voice was soft, Jingnan Hui still heard it and smiled even wider. "It’s my honor to have a good fight with Yongxin Marquis!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dark energy filled the sky, and the rain suddenly intensified, taking on an inky hue. Many were drenched and gradually began to feel something was off.
Sang Qingxiao watched this familiar scene unfold; he still had the energy to control so many people! Most were palace guards, different from those servants in the Prince's Mansion—there were more of them, making things even more troublesome.
The most critical issue was that there were countless points of impact; they simply couldn't keep up with the rescue efforts.
A large number of talismans burst forth from Sang Qingxiao's body, enveloping her in various lights. The dark crowd rushing toward her didn’t stop immediately but their movements clearly slowed down.
Those who hadn’t been caught in the rain seemed to see hope; their eyes sparkled brightly—Sang Qingxiao found it hard not to notice them.
She had no mind to deal with the gaze filled with admiration; she was in too much pain, struggling to catch her breath.
These talismans had been prepared long ago, accumulated day by day, and she had gathered quite a few. Every day, she had to use Demon Catching Power to maintain them. It was not an exaggeration to say they were like cherished flesh, reserved for when she faced a great crisis.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, she had no choice but to bring them out.
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