C67 Part1

Translated by An Edited by An

Nian JiMo was looking through the folder containing the list of items used in the ranking competition.

From something as big as the large crystal screen fixed in the arena to things as small as the food and clothing of the contestants…

Nian JiMo’s eyebrows twisted slightly. He wanted to be in charge of training the beastmen for patrolling like Zheng Shou but he was instead made responsible for overseeing these trivial issues. It was just that Mu YouZhi, that fat old man, was really hard to deal with ah. Although he smiled all day, he was extremely unreasonable.

He felt upset just by looking at the densely packed data. However, hearing the sound of water from the bathroom, he calmed down again: ‘It’s worth it to be troubled if it is for my beloved little female.’

At this moment, the night wind rushed in through the open window and scattered the papers inside the folder. Hence, he got up from his seat to close the window but as soon as his eyes inadvertently went far outside, he saw a figure standing on the tree facing the window. This night, the moon was shining particularly brightly and the moonlight falling on his face illuminated that deathly pale and weird face very clearly. There were only two black holes in the face. It did not have a nose or a mouth. The figure stood there quietly as if it had fused together with the night.

“WuMing?!” Nian JiMo recognized the male who had defeated Zheng Shou in that small desert border town at once.

Apparently, WuMing had seen him too as he extended his hand, pointing straight at him. It was as if he was saying: ‘I did say that I would come for you. See, here I am now.’

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“Do you think I’m afraid of you?” Nian JiMo leaped onto the window sill, his braid rising high behind his head. Before jumping out, he looked back in the direction of the bathroom. He was a little worried about Yang QiQi but when he thought about how there was that bodyguard, Xu, living in the opposite room, he felt relieved and chased after WuMing without hesitation.

Yang QiQi cleaned her body thoroughly and soaked her entire body in a tub filled with warm water. Her tense muscles slowly relaxed, and the whole day’s tiredness seemed to be swept away with the water.

‘Too d*mn comfortable~’

She felt somewhat drowsy. When the water got a bit colder, she got up from the tub. While wiping her body, she looked at her current body in the mirror: her body seemed to have grown taller again. The Saintess fruits were indeed powerful growth agents ah. In such a short time, it made her grow nearly five centimeters taller. The small fruits on her chest also seemed to have grown bigger these days.

Nevertheless, thinking about the two people at home staring at her small body with thirsty eyes every day, she felt that growing like this wouldn’t be too bad. She also didn’t want them to wait too long. She would feel a bit distressed otherwise.

The room was brightly lit. Yet, the male beast who was supposed to be at the writing-table was nowhere to be seen. Only the files were floating with the wind.

Yang QiQi closed the folder. She was not worried about Nian JiMo. Recently, there have been too many tasks to do in the Saintess Hall and sometimes, even if he and Zheng Shou were sleeping, they would be called away abruptly.

The wind was a bit strong, so she closed the window and turned around to climb into the soft bed without locking it. Then, she reached out and turned off the light. She rubbed her face on the pillow, sighed contentedly, closed her eyes, and slowly entered the land of dreams.

Time seemed to pass quietly but soon the closed window shutters were opened slightly and a hand belonging to a male beast stealthily stretched inside from the narrow slit. There was some kind of a fine red powder in the palm which was blown into the room. The powder scattered with the cool night wind.

It was unknown if the sudden rush of the wind agitated her or if it was some other reason, but Yang QiQi uttered a low ‘hum’, her eyes slowly opening. Nevertheless, before she could be fully awake, a faint fragrance of flowers entered her nose. Her eyes closed again and her consciousness plunged into deeper darkness.

After waiting a few more seconds, the male outside the window jumped in silently like a ghost and went straight to the side of the bed on which Yang QiQi was sleeping.

This male has no nose or mouth on his face. There were only two dark holes in the place where his eyes should be. Surprisingly, he was that male ‘WuMing’ – the one whom Nian JiMo should be chasing now.

As the little female lay on the pure white bedding, the moonlight poured inside from the window and made her flawless and delicate face gleam like a piece of perfect sheep-fat white jade.

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