The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

Chapter 161-165

Why?

Was it because Helian Wei Wei took Hei Ze away giving him no chance to fight?

Nangong Lie rubbed his chin while he's guessing, seemed to be not limited to this. "Ah Jue, you..."

He hadn't finished speaking when Baili Jia Jue cut him short, his smiling expression seemed to come from a demon ordering a beheadment, monstrously cold, incomparably garish, yet gorgeous. "It seems that it's time to properly let this prey know who she actually belongs to."

Having said this, his head turned around. His long curly hair as dark as night served to increase his bewitching beauty, adding to his seductiveness.

A few strands of hair fell down his forehead, sticking to his fair skin, making people feel an inconceivable handsomeness!

Nangong Lie swallowed his saliva, watched that handsome face's ice coldness that's different from the past, and choked down the words he's going to say.

He's truly angry!

Creak—–

The deep blue petals were stepped on, each step was loud.

However, Baili Jia Jue seemed as if he liked to hear the sound of this kind of beautiful thing being destroyed, like a knife was cutting through his handsome face revealing a smiling expression that made people shiver in the heat.

Shadow followed behind him. "Your Highness?"

Baili Jia Jue didn't answer. He seemed to be distracted.

Shadow didn't know why his master suddenly stopped, could only tremble as he stood by the side, and also didn't dare to remind him that there's still another round of competition.

Baili Jia Jue seemed to be standing for a long time, so long that when he finally knew that woman won't overtake him, he then slowly started to take large strides away, his long robe swirling. The ring on his left ear scattered light forming dazzling stars in the sky. His long eyelashes produced faint shadows, the peaceful handsome face looked so harmless, like and angel who descended onto the world, extraordinarily handsome, a god from one's dream.

"Ah Jue..." Nangong Lie perceived that something was not quite right, so was a bit worried as he looked up.

A spectator from the Fine Compound's audience was still unconvinced and walked over to argue with Baili Jia Jue.

Yet before he even spoke, he's intimidated by Baili Jia Jue's expression, whose pair of blood red pupils coldly stared and approached step by step. His appearance was similar to a viper's, refusing to tolerate another word from anyone.

That person couldn't help but take a step backwards, felt as if his face was cut to shreds by some unknown gas, producing a stinging pain.

"Stupid thing." Baili Jia Jue coldly smiled. It's unknown who he's referring to. Following this, his pinkie ring cracked, only a series of 'crack' and 'pop' sounds were heard.

All of the teacups arranged on the wood table also responded and broke into pieces. That young, yet tall and straight silhouette was slowly engulfed by the setting sun, thoroughly turning into a dizzying yellow creature. Within the boundless sunlight, one could only see that black robe rising, appearing abnormally demonic.

During that magical moment, it seemed as if an invisible hand sorrowfully swallowed up everything.

Nangong Lie watched this scene, his dense eyebrows furrowed, wondering if it'll be possible to compete in the next round or not.

It's clear that Ah Jue didn't plan on continuing.

What caused him to lose interest?

Nangong Lie creased his dense brows, breathed a long sigh, and placed his pair of hands behind his head. His gaze fell on Wei Wei.