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In the hall, many people were bound, and Hei Liu was tied up alone to a post, while the rest who were not tied up were all people from the ship.
But from the current situation, it was clear these people had already mutinied.
Chuzheng sat on Hei Liu's throne, her fingertips drumming against her wrist, her expression carrying a hint of coolness as she looked down indifferently, like a queen looking down upon the mountains and rivers.
This was the scene Xie Shu witnessed when he entered.
He was led over by someone.
What had happened?
Chuzheng looked over at him, her voice clear and cold, "Woken up?"
Her voice was actually quite pleasant, but it carried a chill, like a flowing icy spring.
Xie Shu replied, "Wu Di woke me with noise."
Chuzheng glanced at Wu Di.
Wu Di: "..." I was scared, okay?
Chuzheng stood up, extending her hand toward Xie Shu.
Xie Shu hesitated, silently reminding himself of his own status, and placed his hand in hers.