Chapter 152 Black Cat and White Dog, Sharing the Future
(Thanks to the Young Master of the Ye Family for the reward!)
After receiving the payment, Wang Feng set off for Venice.
The spirituality of this water city is unique, with Gothic spires reflected in the blue waves and stained glass reflecting a dreamy halo in the sunlight.
Small stone bridges connect the crisscrossing waterways, and gondolas gently sway in the canals. On the eve of the National Government Games, the entire city is immersed in a lively atmosphere.
"Where should I find them?" Wang Feng muttered to himself as he strolled in Piazza San Marco.
"King~ You are finally here~" Suddenly, a charming voice sounded in my ears.
Wang Feng turned his head and saw a sweet-faced brown-haired girl smiling at him, but the faint light in her eyes clearly belonged to the Queen of Nine Netherworlds.
"What are you doing?" Wang Feng asked with a frown.
The girl covered her mouth and chuckled softly, her every gesture exuding the unique charm of the Queen of the Netherworld: "My lord, follow me and you will find out~"
She led Wang Feng through several secluded alleys and finally stopped in front of an abandoned old church.
The mottled stained glass windows were already broken, and vines covered the grayish-white stone walls.
"Master~ There is a secret room under the obituary room. They are waiting for you inside~ Have fun~" Jiuyou covered his lips and chuckled, his figure gradually disappearing into the shadows.
Wang Feng raised his eyebrows and walked towards the dilapidated obituary room.
He raised his foot and stomped on the ground, and sure enough, there was a hollow echo.
After groping for a while, he found the mechanism under a rotten wooden chair.
Click
The ground slowly cracked, revealing a deep staircase.
The damp and musty smell mixed with a faint scent of incense hit me in the face.
Walking down the stairs, Wang Feng noticed ancient bronze torches inlaid on the walls, the flames illuminating the mottled reliefs on the stone walls on both sides.
Those reliefs depict scenes of angels and demons fighting each other, but there is a sense of weirdness everywhere - the angels' faces are distorted, while the demons' postures are sacred and solemn.
"This place," Wang Feng's finger traced a scratch, "looks like a secret gathering place for some priests and nuns."
…
As he went deeper, he could faintly hear the suppressed sobbing of a woman.
After turning the last corner, a secret room with a half-open door appeared before our eyes.
Wang Feng pushed open the door, and the sight that came into his eyes made his pupils shrink slightly—
Mu Tingying was holding a whip in her hand and wearing a tight, matte black, open-leg leather jacket. She had a pair of fluffy black cat ears on her head, and a slender black cat tail was sticking out from the gap in her leather pants.
In front of her was Nan Rongni, who was imprisoned on a cross.
When Mu Tingying saw that it was Wang Feng, she showed joy on her face.
He walked quickly forward, and when he was half a step away from Wang Feng, he knelt on one knee, lowered his head, and spoke respectfully.
"Master, you are here?"
Wang Feng's eyes moved back and forth between Mu Tingying and Nan Rongni, his voice slightly hoarse: "You...you...what are you doing..."
No wonder Queen Jiuyou said meaningfully, "Have fun" before leaving.
It turns out that the "surprise" is so explosive!
"Master," Mu Tingying raised her head slightly, her voice soft but with a hint of asking for credit.
"I have recorded all the evidence of Nanrong Ni plotting to kill Mu Ningxue."
She paused, her eyes fixed on Nan Rongni on the cross, her tone filled with pride:
"As for her, I thought, it would be a shame to waste such a fine body. So, I decided to do it myself."
She carefully observed Wang Feng's expression, her voice gradually lowering: "Master, you won't blame me, will you?"
Wang Feng's gaze shifted between Mu Tingying and Nan Rongni.
After a while, he slowly spoke in a low voice: "I remember you sent me a message half a month ago. In the past half month, could it be that..."
Mu Tingying's red lips curled up into a charming smile:
"Well~ Over the past half month, I have been teaching Nan Rongni very attentively~"
She deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word "teaching" and said, "I'm just waiting for the master to come and inspect the results."
"Hiss——" Wang Feng took a breath of cold air.
Half a month.
Even Ye Chang had to beg for mercy.
Sensing Wang Feng's hesitation, Mu Tingying's eyes flashed with a dangerous light:
"If the master doesn't like it, should he get rid of it?"
"No need." Wang Feng raised his hand to stop her, "She is still useful."
"That's great~"
Mu Tingying smiled again, and her leather jacket made a slight friction sound when she turned around.
She walked towards the cross with a cat-like gait, and the sound of metal chains colliding was particularly crisp in the silence.
"Come, come and meet the master."
Nan Rongni's originally lively eyes were now dull and lifeless, but when they met his gaze, they suddenly lit up with a strange brilliance.
Her body twisted unconsciously.
"What's wrong with her?"
Mu Tingying covered her mouth and chuckled: "I used the [computer accessories] specially made by Sister Jiuyou~"
She deliberately dragged out the tone, and her fingertips slowly moved on Nanrong Ni Guangjie's back.
"Otherwise, how could she learn so well?"
Her nails suddenly scratched hard—
“Woo!”
Nan Rongni's whole body trembled violently, and her skin immediately turned a strange red.
She raised her head, Wang Feng's figure reflected in her dilated pupils, and a sweet whimper escaped from her throat.
Mu Tingying chuckled, holding a chain in each hand, and the silver bells rang crisply with her movements:
"Master~ Do you want to raise a proud black cat?" The chain in his left hand shook gently.
".Or a white dog?"
"Is that even a question?"
…
Time flies, and another week has passed in the blink of an eye.
The Venice State Palace Competition is about to begin, and the San Marco Auction will be held at the same time as scheduled.
"Captain! Over here!" Zhao Manyan's signature cheerful voice came from the crowd.
He was standing at the entrance of the auction house, waving vigorously at Wang Feng.
Wang Feng made his way through the bustling crowd and approached Zhao Manyan. "Is the auction list out yet?"
"Just got it." Zhao Manyan handed over a beautiful brochure with a gold-stamped cover. "This time, it's all good stuff. I'm afraid the various government teams will bleed heavily."
Wang Feng quickly browsed the list.
As expected, as the competition approached, a large number of rare items appeared at the auction - from top-grade soul seeds to top-level magic tools, everything was available.
These businessmen obviously took advantage of the urgent need of various government teams to improve their strength.
Although with Wang Feng's current strength and configuration, these items are not very attractive to him.
But thinking of Mu Nujiao, his gaze lingered on several of the items for a moment longer.
This stubborn girl is still using the warrior-level pseudo-terror seeds he gave her as her major in botany.
Although she cultivated the Wind Element and had a top-grade spirit seed, the spirit seed was still not mature enough on the world-class stage.
As for the ice element, which is a secondary skill, even the spirit seed is not equipped yet.
His eyes swept over the wind and ice soul seeds on the list. They were all artificially synthesized low-quality products, and even the most basic elemental crystals had not been fused.
Artificial soul seeds that do not have added Yuan crystals are basically some of the lowest-level small soul seeds, not to mention having additional effects and domains.
"We still have to fleece the Mu family~"
Wang Feng returned the list to Zhao Manyan and said, "I didn't find any of the auctions I liked. You can go by yourself."
(End of this chapter)
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