Tang Qinghe wasn't wearing his usual matching outfit today. Instead, he had put on a purple dress.
The red ribbon at his waist accentuated his snow-white skin. A lock of pale purple hair fell casually over his shoulder, uncombed. It formed a striking contrast with the long, jet-black hair hanging neatly down her back.
Tang Qinghe naturally reached out and took the hand of the girl beside him, then led her out of the tavern.
At the same time, a figure appeared outside the tavern.
Seeing the group emerge, the figure's face lit up with a welcoming smile. He couldn't help thinking that if he hadn't warned them earlier, the girl would have been taken away long ago.
They'd really gone too far.
Wo Xixian was stunned.
At dawn, when the sky was just beginning to brighten, Jade Little Sister had planned to reenact the scene from half a month earlier: to walk into the history museum alone and drink the water of the Spirit Stone.
But the moment she saw Wo Xixian, she couldn't help freezing in shock.
The other Kings of Pirates were stunned too. Some twitched at the corners of their mouths, while others snickered.
They couldn't blame him for losing his composure. Wo Xixian had been beaten so badly that he looked even more miserable than when Han San had first exposed his identity. His teeth had been knocked out, his nose broken, and his bones had caved in, leaving his whole body a misshapen mess.
He had already recovered somewhat, and had even taken one of Huxia's restorative Fragrant Pills. But how could he possibly recover so quickly in a single night? Especially his teeth—he'd have to go to the city and get dentures.
Jade Little Sister's eyes swept over him coldly. "How pathetic."