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Bai Xiaoxue was a little bewildered and didn't immediately understand what Ji Bing had in mind until he noticed her finger. Only then did it dawn on him what Ji Bing was referring to. Bai Xiaoxue sat up, took Ji Bing's hand, and said that the ring he chose for her looked very nice on her slender white fingers, like spring onions dipped in water, making them even more beautiful when adorned with a ring.

His eyes filled with emotion as he reflected on his recent actions. He had indeed wronged Ji Bing. Mo Xiaoxue smiled and said truthfully, "Yes, I'm not lying to you. After pursuing her and proposing to her, I naturally want to be together with her for life."

This was the promise he made at the beginning. Boys from the Mo family valued their promises the most. From a young age, Ye Wei had taught them that one could give up everything except for keeping promises—promises they must fulfill for others and themselves.

She once said not to make promises lightly, but if one did make a promise, it had to be kept.

He always remembered what Ye Wei said and had been keeping his word all along.

A dazzling smile slowly spread across Ji Bing's face as she clasped Bai Xiaoxue’s hand. "Then when are we getting married"

Moi Xiaoxue was taken aback, and Ji Bing blushed but smiled shyly yet happily. "I want to marry you and be your wife. You said that once I recover a bit better, we will get married. My condition has always been like this—it’s neither good nor bad—so why don't we just get married I want to watch the sunrise with you every day and see you when I wake up."

After engagement, marriage is inevitable.

Moi Xiaoxue knew that he had already thought about living with Ji Bing for life, but when Ji Bing suddenly brought it up, it caught him off guard, making him feel as if things should not have happened this way.

It shouldn't be this way; he should decide when to get married.

He felt that he was still young and not in a hurry. Mo Baixing also thought she could be contradictory sometimes. She wanted to spend her life with Ji Bing, but at the same time, she felt too young for an early marriage.

"Murder! Someone is dead!" A bartender ran out of the bar, shouting frantically. Mo Yue saw the youth he had just met leaning against a wall, laughing as if trying to charm people's souls, watching everything as though it were a comedy that wasn't worth mentioning. When he saw Mo Yue looking at him, the youth blinked his eyes at him and sent out an infinite signal, but Mo Yue remained expressionless and ignored him.

The guests in the bar rushed out desperately; Mo Yue and Bai Liu naturally didn’t dare to stay either. They got into their car just before the police arrived and left the bar.

The driving was steady, but Bai Liu felt unwell and threw up violently by the roadside. Mo Yue said, "I thought you weren't feeling bad; why did you drink so much"

Bai Liu didn’t respond, rinsing his mouth with pure water, then his expression suddenly turned solemn: "My paintings..."

Yes, his paintings.

They had forgotten Bai Liu's sketchbook.

"It’s too late," Mo Yue said. "The police are already here; we can't take the sketchbook."

"No way!" Bai Liu spoke firmly. "That’s one of my most important things, I can’t lose it."

"Baio!"

Baio looked at Moyao and asked sternly, "If you don't go, lend me the car."

At that moment, the usually mild-mannered youth exuded an air of authority. Moyao thought to himself, could he really not go Something happening to this young master on his turf would be a problem; he heard gunfire as he drove back.

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As Moyao was driving, he counted the gunshots, totaling twenty-one. Gunshots from different types of pistols sound distinct, and Moyao identified three kinds of pistol shots, indicating that there were three types of pistols being used in the exchange.

The other side must have been police… Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire erupted and then quieted down.

There were thirty-one gunshots altogether. When they arrived at the entrance of the bar, it was a mess—five or six police officers' bodies lay sprawled out; the decorative lights at the entrance had been shattered, leaving broken glass everywhere. This wasn't a bustling area but there were still many people around due to the night market nearby. Those who didn't dare approach gathered from afar, and there were even some watching from upstairs on the opposite building. There was still gunfire coming from inside the bar after the last shot was fired before everything fell silent.

Moyao and Baio did not get out of the car; under such circumstances, who would want to get out They knew nothing about what had happened here, and there were so many people outside, including dead police officers. In any country, killing a policeman is a major crime—it's an open challenge to governmental authority—and no one wants that kind of trouble.

Moyao thought this must have been a deranged killer; he didn't like such killers. Killers kill for money, not because they enjoy bloodshed, but this individual’s actions were clearly about provocation and bloodlust. Only an idiotic killer would challenge the police forces of an entire country.

"My painting…" Baio said as he opened the car door to get out but was stopped by Moyao. At the entrance of the bar, in the dim light, a very slender figure suddenly emerged… a woman...

Said to be a woman because she had chestnut curly hair,精緻 makeup, a slender figure, and was wearing a short trench coat with pink leggings, giving her the appearance of an assassin from a movie scene.

She got on a heavy motorcycle at the door and left gracefully (法師路txt download).

White Willow's eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a solemn voice, "This is actually a man."

Moyao was somewhat surprised. While he had so quickly identified it as a man, White Willow remained silent, got out of the car, and rushed into the bar. The floor was covered in spilled alcohol and broken glass, with countless bullet holes on the sofa, making the place look like a battlefield. Dozens of police officers' bodies were strewn around, alongside that of a waiter, but White Willow couldn't find his sketchbook and left without delay.

"Where's your sketchbook"

"It's gone!"

"Your sketchbook isn't anything special; who would want it" Moyao was perplexed. A shadow of malice crossed White Willow’s face, "Indeed, who dared to take my treasure."

Moyao drove off. As soon as he left, a fresh wave of police arrived at the scene. Throughout the journey, White Willow remained in high spirits because his sketchbook was missing, much like if his son were gone—he had an air of malice about him, intent on finding who had taken it.

Everywhere he traveled in the world was documented in that sketchbook without any backup copies. To White Willow, this meant everything to him. testing us"Moyuxiao narrowed her eyes. "Big Brother seems willing to look into it."Moyao hummed in response. Seeing that Moyuxiao still had a solemn expression, Moyao sighed lightly. "Don't take Bai...