Chapter 62: The Living Perfume Bottle (Thanks to Alliance Leader JJM)
As Zhang, the estate master, and the others departed, the vast Feng’an Fortress grew eerily empty.
In the main hall, only a handful remained—Yang Can, Leopard Head, Little Green Plum, and Accountant Li among them.
Leopard Head said, "The master’s quarters need someone to manage them, and the outer mansion requires guards. Does the master plan to hire some workers from the estate?"
Little Green Plum immediately opposed, "Hiring from the estate isn’t appropriate. If something happens at home—"
Tianjiao, uninterested in their chatter, glanced around the hall but did not see Jiang Li, which puzzled her until the Princess Consort Hui called her to rise.
In a household, many matters intertwine; Xiuxiu would never allow herself to be placed in such a passive position.
"Forget those so-called masters. We’re confident we’re stronger than them. Just find experts in tomb exploration. And let me make it clear: we only want certain things. If anyone tries to sabotage us in the tomb, don’t blame me for leaving them trapped inside," Grandpa said with a cold smirk.
The three looked at Hu Nantian, who had fallen silent. Having known him since youth, they knew Hu Nantian was a man of his word. Even if they tried to capture him by force, it would be futile—not to mention they lacked the ability themselves.
"Time to eat." Hao Moon’s puzzled gaze was quite obvious. Hao Star noticed but had no intention of engaging with this younger sister; she merely cast a cold glance to exert pressure.
He continued to watch Wudang Gui tirelessly slay dragons, completely absorbed, forgetting his body. Guided by a profound inner sensation, the Zongyun Sword Technique’s secret form from the Yun Sect surfaced in his mind.
Britain’s colonies in the Asia-Pacific lay right under the watchful eyes of the Yong Kingdom, many controlled through subtle governance techniques, such as India.
By studying and comparing Byron and Media languages, Wang Yong discovered peculiarities. Though both languages had become common among the wizarding world, it was not just because he was an outsider that he sensed an indescribable magic embedded within them.
Suddenly, hundreds of low-tier magical artifacts simultaneously exploded with a thunderous roar. Brilliant lights of various colors intertwined, creating a dazzling spectacle.
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Hearing Guo Xionghui’s carefree words, Old Luo felt a measure of respect. He vaguely recalled their meeting years ago when both were young.
Sure enough, Gu Qi’s eyes flickered momentarily before deep sorrow surfaced within them.
"Anino, write a self-criticism and submit it," Ji Wuming held back his temper, but if not for Anino’s powerful backing, Ji Wuming’s fiery nature would have had him publicly berate her.
Xia Ge looked at Murong Yichen in surprise, then smiled suddenly at the radiant expression gracing his lips—he must be speaking about her.
"It won’t work even if you have a way. This is the highest law of the Federation’s virtual world—unchangeable," Xi Ning said in a tone that brooked no refusal.
"You may choose to stay here, but you won’t serve in my core department. As for why, I trust you understand. To be honest, we investigated your origins and identities."
Shu Feng habitually reached for his sword, only to find his hand empty—he had no blade strapped to his back.
At first, Gu Qingci didn’t expect a treasure chest in the locked room. Unfortunately, Yirong was unaware of the hidden dangers in the building. So when they searched the entire apartment building and were about to give up, passing by that locked room, strange sounds suddenly came from within.
"I’ve long known your treacherous ambitions. Do you think I wouldn’t guard against you? Your master will always remain your master!" Yu Juluo sneered, mockery flashing in his eyes.
Wang Jie immediately asked, "Could it be that the Xiushui we see now is a fool?" Ma Jiaxue suddenly slapped Wang Jie’s arm, her twitching mouth signaling him to stop questioning. Wang Jie instantly realized his mistake and covered his mouth.
Han Shu’er struggled to get out of bed, moving step by step toward the door. Just as she was about to open it, someone opened it from outside.
Only the weak vent anger without cause; only the weak reveal their cowardice through humble rebellion when lacking strength.
Wang Peng and Hou Xiangdong entered a private room together. Hou Xiangdong’s driver, citing the need for rest, ate alone in the main hall and did not join them.
Facing the raging fury of the black boss, Feng Hao merely cast a cold glance before withdrawing his gaze.
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"To go to such lengths?" Black Tiger, shocked by Baigui’s ferocious display, looked toward the relaxed Gu Yu. Could this fellow truly be that strong? If so, joining Black Tiger would be like adding wings to a tiger.
Li Nan drove a large truck, crushing nearly all the zombies flooding the road, the water beneath his feet stained a deep black.
He and Lu Xier had only met a few times, and he barely knew Lu Li—no reason to stir trouble.
However, Han Shu’er never expected that Bai Yunshan had returned to her family villa due to some matter and was not at the Jing family’s Moon Forest villa.
Li Nan gritted his teeth, enduring the pain from his rear, while his right arm still ached. The new injury layered atop the old caused sweat to bead on his forehead.
Seeing this, Li Nan stifled a sound, instinctively leaning back, then flung out both arms to block the attack.
“Bang!” The corpse stiffened its legs and jumped once. Indeed, very obedient.
During the days away with Zhan Kuang, oddly, she didn’t feel intense longing—only quiet nights led her to wonder if he missed her.
Saying this, Xia Mengning gently rested her head against Changsun Yun’s chest. His strong heartbeat whispered in her ear. Perhaps from fatigue or the rare comfort, Xia Mengning relaxed completely and closed her eyes, drifting into a light sleep.
Xia Mengning was distant from them and heard no specific words, only their gestures. She smiled faintly—this princess seemed about to cause some new trouble again.