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Chapter 4816: Hesitation

At the same time, more than a dozen small sea snakes emerged from beneath the water.

More and more alien creatures, attracted by the fresh blood spreading from around Seer Tu, swarmed towards her, huddled together.

Seer Tu let out a low, muffled shriek of terror in the water.

Her cloudy, aged eyes, filled with a frightening hatred, looked up in the direction of the large ship.

To think that she, the highly esteemed Seer of the Wangchuan Long family, had come to such a tragic end.

Qiao Mu didn't want to watch anymore. She closed the window with one hand, stood silently for a moment, then turned and scurried on her small feet to the bed.

As soon as she sat down, she heard the fat man with the purple-gold hammer, his voice like a broken gong, from outside the door: "You mean, that old woman wrapped in bandages just now was actually some Seer of the Wangchuan Long family?"

A few faint laughs came from nearby.

The fat man chuckled, "She's so good at divination, didn't she foresee her own death today?"

"Thump, thump." The little stoic sat by the bed, looking up at the cabin door.

Beyond the plain window lattice, a few figures could be seen moving.

"Little Qiao, come out for breakfast."

Lord Qiao Qiao was not in a good mood. "No appetite, can't eat."

"Don't be like that," Dugu Ling thumped on the door twice again, saying cheerfully, "There are all kinds of small pastries you like!"

Don't pretend, we all know your little habit, three meals a day, not one can be missed!

Qiao Mu, with a stern face, pulled open the cabin door and glanced at Dugu Ling, who was smiling brightly outside.

Her gaze fell on his face.

She seemed to see him smilingly sitting on a small stool, asking her:

"You're so young, you don't really want to die, do you?"

"People need the will to survive to have a future and hope."

The little stoic walked past him expressionlessly.

Student Dugu Ling unconsciously touched his own face.

Huh, that's strange. Why do I have the illusion that when the little stoic looked at him just now, her gaze was distant and lingering, as if observing him through a hazy veil.

"Stoic," Dugu Ling chuckled, chasing after her. "Do you want shrimp dumplings? Do you prefer mung bean porridge or red bean porridge?"

During breakfast, the little stoic was too lazy to speak. No matter who tried to talk to her, she ignored them completely.

A low pressure settled on the deck...

The line of maids standing on one side were all trembling, seeing her as if she were a monstrous flood beast, keeping a great distance from her.

As if touching her would lead to some terrible outcome.

Qiao Mu grew even more disinclined to bother with everyone. After eating, she excused herself to catch up on sleep, then slipped away.

Back in the cabin, she closed the door.

The little stoic pulled out a storage talisman, took out a pile of lightning-fire bombs, and arranged them neatly on the table, one by one.

Her small hand gently nudged them, making them roll with a clatter.

"Your Majesty." Little Kezi hurried in.

He immediately saw his Emperor standing by the table, writing something with a brush.

He was dressed in a royal blue robe, with a few ink bamboos embroidered on the cuffs.

His dark hair cascaded behind him, his thin lips slightly pursed, his gaze focused on his writing, and his posture was as upright as a pine or cypress.

He was truly a gentleman, refined and naturally elegant.

Little Kezi was most afraid that he would leave without a word. Now, seeing him still in the study, he couldn't help but feel a slight relief.

"Deliver this letter to Qi Eight personally," Duan Yue instructed.

"Yes." Little Kezi hurriedly took the letter, nodding seriously.