Chapter 937
hiss--
The collarbone was raised like a snake biting the neck. Huang Zhaoyue hugged the man's black hair with both hands and pressed his chin against his. The fox-gray eyes that were staring at the door curtain finally showed ripples, which were a terrifying and sharp light full of murderous intent.
It seemed as if she was going to smash the man's head in her arms in the next moment to relieve the itch of depression and hatred in her heart.
“Da—da—”
Outside the changing room door, the sound of heels tapping on the ground could be heard.
The young man with the folding fan had a puzzled look on his face and was approaching slowly.
Huang Zhaoyue also possesses clairvoyance abilities similar to the Bronze Deconstruction Eye.
Although the effect is not as amazing as Xia Feng's ability to see everything clearly, it is enough to see the outline of the young man with the folding fan.
"Dong Dong—" The young man with the folding fan reached out and knocked on the door frame twice, then turned around and asked, "What's in here?"
"Your Excellency, according to the layout, that should be a changing room." From outside, an officer's respectful voice could be heard.
"Oh? A changing room?" The young man with the folding fan opened it again and said with a smile, "Zhaoyue, come out. I know you're in there. Otherwise, hehe~ I'll really have to force my way in!"
While listening to the man's voice coming from behind the door, Xia Feng asked Huang Zhaoyue about the progress of Senluo Wanxiang.
“60%.”
Huang Zhaoyue stared at the figure of Huang Shikai outside the door and ordered Xia Feng in his mind, "Faster!"
"Bang!" Xia Feng grabbed her slender waist with his large hand and spun her around! Her back was bent and she was forced to rub against the door. Her fox-grey pupils suddenly shrank, looking even more terrifying. The slender hand that was gripping Xia Feng's black hair subconsciously pinched the back of her neck, her fingertips sharp as knives, ready to pierce the man's neck.
"Not coming out? Haha~ Then I'll come in." The young man with a folding fan behind the door said in a leisurely tone.
Xia Feng hugged her lower back with both hands, and his body began to tremble slightly. It was because he absorbed too much Abyss Dragon Spirit Blood, and his blood began to show signs of collapse.
However, the pale bloodline in Xia Feng's body has a home advantage after all. At most, it will collapse by 0.1%. As long as Xia Feng doesn't want it to, it won't have much impact.
But it's just a little uncomfortable.
Xia Feng felt his head was as hot as a furnace, as if it was being clamped by a pair of tongs and shaken violently. He felt drowsy and death was imminent.
As expected, the abyss bloodline and the like are the most disgusting!
He gritted his teeth inwardly, tightening his grip on the woman's alluring waist, as if to rub into the depths of her soul. In a trance, he heard the sound of kicking at the door and the young man's condescending and unhappy scolding, "Why do you still need permission! Who of you has permission? Come here and open the door! Open the door for me!!"
"Yes, sir."
Beep, beep—Xia Feng suddenly woke up, and what came into his sight was still the woman's smooth neck covered with bite marks.
"Myriad things." The woman's cold and low voice sounded in his ear, and Xia Feng's black pupils instantly narrowed into orange-yellow vertical pupils.
A layer of brilliant light floated over the tall body, and it turned into a black cat and fell into Huang Zhaoyue's arms.
"Ding - the door is unlocked -" As a mechanical female voice sounded behind him, Huang Zhaoyue raised his hand to wipe off the marks on his neck, and at the same time pressed the handle to open the door.
Outside the door, the young man with the folding fan was about to take a step when he saw a cold and elegant woman holding a black cat in her arms. His gloomy face suddenly brightened, and as he took a step forward, he deliberately called out, "My wife, I haven't seen you for a few days. You are becoming more and more beautiful--"
The woman holding the black cat suddenly disappeared from her spot and appeared two meters behind the young man with the folding fan. She continued to walk slowly out in high heels. The young man with the folding fan suddenly covered his neck and blood spurted out like a fountain.
He screamed silently with a pale face, his eyes were ferocious, and his body turned into light and shadow with a bang and disappeared.
Huang Zhaoyue was as usual and didn't bother to say a word to him.
But Huang Shikai was not annoyed at all.
The only sound in the room was a leisurely chuckle: "Zhaoyue, I believe that after the wedding, you will understand my love for you. I will wait for you to return to the courtyard."
The black cat jumped onto Huang Zhaoyue's shoulder. She ignored the voice that disappeared, walked out the door, looked around, and said calmly, "Where is Huang Shifu?"
The officer who had reminded Huang Shikai earlier bowed his head respectfully and said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, please follow me."
To Xia Feng's surprise, the officer did not take Huang Zhaoyue to the command room, but to a painting studio.
The studio is dominated by cool colors, with walls covered in dark gray and dark green. The overall atmosphere is quiet and slightly depressing.
The room was not big, only the size of a classroom. The air was filled with the mixed smell of turpentine and pencil sawdust. Unfinished canvases and sketches were piled in the corners, and colorful paint tubes and charcoal pencils were neatly arranged on the counter against the wall.
The wall above the counter was covered with sketches that had never been colored, including old people, children, women, men, and even half-Evils, half-Dragon-like beings, and evil beasts in various poses.
The four walls of this room are covered with sketches, like the wall of all living beings.
What's strange is that the eyes of the 'beings' in those sketches seem to be converging towards the center of the room.
In the center of the studio stood a large wooden drawing board with an unformed colored portrait on it. On the hook behind the side of the drawing board hung an oval smiling mask.
A white-haired man in a white robe, white shirt and white pants sat in front of the drawing board, concentrating on painting with his brows lowered.
Outside the door, looking at this scene, Xia Feng inexplicably felt a sense of weirdness in his heart.
The eerie atmosphere in the studio is even more intense under the dark red spotlights and partial light cast by the table lamps.
Huang Zhaoyue walked slowly behind the man and did not interrupt the white-haired man's painting. He just looked at the portrait on the drawing board quietly for a while.
When the portrait was completed, Huang Zhaoyue discovered that it was the appearance of Huang Shikai.
"Shi Kai is not ugly, what do you think?" The white-haired man lit up the portrait's pupils with the last ray of light, slowly put down the paintbrush with his back to Huang Zhaoyue, and said with a smile.
Huang Zhaoyue's pupils were dark grey, and he ignored Huang Shifu's words. He simply asked calmly, "When will we arrive at the fifth district?"
"The fifth district? What are we going there for?" The white-haired man turned his head and faced Huang Zhaoyue.
Xia Feng was shocked. Only then did he realize that this man in all white had no facial features!
There were no eyelashes, eyes, nose or mouth. It was just a fleshy oval surface facing Huang Zhaoyue. It looked even more terrifying in the dimly lit studio.
However, Huang Zhaoyue seemed accustomed to it, his face calm: "Huang Shifu, I don't want to say any more nonsense."
The white-haired man looked up at the ceiling, seemingly lost in thought. He uttered a "h" in his throat and nodded, "I remember now. There's a war going on in the Fifth District. My father asked me to send you to the Abyss Saint to pass on a message."
"Alas, war! I hate war."
"So, who is at war with whom in the fifth district?" Huang Zhaoyue asked with a frown, puzzled.
After the Imperial Civil War, it had been a long time since there had been a war that affected a large region.
What's more, it is the fifth district, a leading district close to the first district, so it is not difficult for various forces to come to the rescue.
(End of this chapter)
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