Soto, Rose Hotel.
The overwhelming fragrance of roses seemed to permeate the sky.
In the picture.
It was a slightly lazy afternoon.
In the world of white, Dai Mubai did not have women on either side of him.
He sat alone on the sofa in the lobby, swirling a glass of scarlet wine in his hand, his golden eyes deep and unfathomable, as if waiting for something.
Not long after.
Two figures, a man and a woman, entered the hotel.
It was Tang San and Xiao Wu in their youth.
At that time, Xiao Wu had a scorpion braid hanging down her back, and her big eyes were bright and full of curiosity about the world. She skipped and hopped to the counter.
"We need a room."
Tang San's voice sounded slightly immature.
Just as the waiter behind the counter was about to speak, Dai Mubai, who was sitting on the sofa, slowly stood up.
He didn't speak.
It's just the action of standing up.
The atmosphere in the entire Rose Hotel lobby instantly froze.
An invisible pressure spread like a tide.
Tang San instinctively stepped in front of Xiao Wu, his Purple Demon Eyes activating silently, his sleeve dart already loaded, and he warily watched the blond man walking towards them.
However.
Dai Mubai didn't even glance at Tang San.
He walked straight up to the two of them and stopped.
Those double pupils passed over Tang San's shoulder and landed directly on Xiao Wu, who was peeking out from behind.
What kind of look was that?
There was no greed, nor the slightest murderous intent.
There is only one kind of penetrating clarity that sees through everything.
It was like a high and mighty god looking down on a small beast trying to disguise itself as a human.
Xiao Wu's body suddenly stiffened.
In that instant.
She felt the bloodline of a 100,000-year-old soul beast flowing through her body stop flowing under this man's gaze.
All her pretense was seen through at a glance.
escape!
This was the only thought in Xiao Wu's mind.
Even when facing a Title Douluo, she might still have a sliver of hope.
But in front of this man whose soul power fluctuations weren't even that exaggerated, she felt like meat on a chopping board, with nowhere to hide.
"Is this... the taste of 100,000 years?"
Dai Mubai suddenly spoke.
The sound wasn't loud.
Only the three of them could hear it.
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply. He didn't understand the deeper meaning of those words, but he instinctively sensed a great danger.
"What do you wish to do?"
Tang San tightened his fingers on the mechanism.
Dai Mubai chuckled lightly, completely ignoring the hidden weapon aimed at him.
He reached out his hand.
To Tang San's astonishment, the hand deftly bypassed all the defenses and gently patted Xiao Wu's trembling head.
The movements were incredibly gentle.
"Hide it well."
"There are plenty of hunters in this world."
"Little rabbit."
The last three words were spoken by Dai Mubai in a breathy voice.
Xiao Wu suddenly looked up, her big eyes filled with shock and astonishment, followed by a sense of gratitude for surviving a disaster.
He knows!
He really knew!
But he neither exposed it nor took any action!
Dai Mubai withdrew his hand and casually tossed a gold card onto the counter.
"This room is on me."
"After all, it's a kind of fate to meet such an interesting person here."
After saying that.
He turned and left.
His back view was dashing, showing no sign of lingering.
Xiao Wu was left standing there, watching that golden figure, her heart pounding, and two blushes appearing on her cheeks.
That is reverence for the strong.
It's also a kind of fluttering feeling unique to young girls.
Compared to Tang San, who she constantly worries about having her secrets discovered, the man who sees through her at a glance yet chooses to be tolerant is incredibly alluring.
...
Off-screen.
A world of white, a royal tent scattered like stars.
How did you figure that out?
Qian Renxue sat cross-legged, staring curiously at Dai Mubai.
She was confident in her eyesight; even Qian Daoliu back then might not have been able to see through Xiao Wu's true form at a glance without close contact.
What level was Dai Mubai at that time?
Not even level 30, right?
On what grounds?
Zhu Zhuqing, who was standing to the side, also perked up her ears.
Although she and Xiao Wu are now like sisters, she is still incredibly curious about her man's eyes, which seem to see through everything in the world.
Dai Mubai leaned back on the soft couch, a smile playing on his lips.
He did not answer directly.
Instead, he turned his gaze to Xiao Wu, who was kneeling not far away, blushing with embarrassment.
"Want to know?"
"This is an exclusive secret recipe."
"You have to pay tuition."
Xiao Wu bit her red lips, her big pink eyes shimmering with tears.
Of course she knew what the bad guy meant by "tuition fee".
Sister Xue and Zhu Qing are here too.
"how?"
"Don't want to pay?"
Dai Mubai made a move to get up, "Never mind then, I was originally planning to teach you a couple of self-created soul skills tonight..."
"I'll pay!"
Xiao Wu panicked.
She glanced at Qian Renxue, who was watching the show with a half-smile, and made up her mind.
Anyway... anyway, it's not the first time.
She had no secrets left from this man.
Xiao Wu slowly crawled over.
Today she was wearing a pink and white jumpsuit, the hem of which was very short, barely covering the top of her thighs.
Those long, proud legs were encased in a pair of extremely thin white stockings.
The stockings clung tightly to her skin, revealing the pinkish flesh beneath, which shimmered delicately in the candlelight.
She came between Dai Mubai's legs.
This is a blind spot; if you don't get closer, you'd have no idea what she's doing.
Xiao Wu stretched out her hands and gently placed them on Dai Mubai's knees.
Then.
The little head with the scorpion braid slowly lowered.
Her long, golden hair fell down, obscuring her profile and also the blush-inducing scene.
Only those swaying strands of hair.
This proves what is happening right now.
Dai Mubai tilted his head back, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He casually placed one hand on the back of Xiaowu's head, his fingers running through her soft hair, gently pressing it.
This is an enjoyment reserved for emperors.
Here.
She was just a docile and obedient little rabbit who diligently swallowed and spit to please her owner.
"Hmm..."
A delicate whimper came from deep within Xiao Wu's throat.
Her beautiful legs, encased in white stockings, rubbed nervously on the carpet, her toes tense, outlining the perfect arch of her feet.
The bells on her ankles jingled softly with her movements.
It stood out remarkably clearly within the silent imperial tent.
Seeing this scene, Qian Renxue blushed and spat lightly.
"absurd."
Despite saying that, her gaze never left her.
They even secretly compared them in their hearts.
This rabbit's skills seem to have improved since last time?
It seems I can't fall behind.
at the same time.
The Dark World shook the entire continent.
The Spirit Hall, the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong suddenly stood up from the papal chair, slamming her scepter heavily on the ground.
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