The Anarchic Consort (1)

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Chapter 337: Third Prince Was Here

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

Helian Wei Wei was listening while looking down. She was thinking of a way to get out afterward.

After all, there were only a few of them in the room.

Those who craved for eternal youth were already holding on to the mythological beast and drinking from the opened brain. Their expressions were like those on drugs, lost yet high at the same time.

Helian Wei Wei had started to act as well, she knew she had to. If she were to reject it straight away, Murong Hongtu would surely treat her like how he treated the businessman earlier.

Of course, he would not be of her match.

But Helian Wei Wei had not forgotten about her mission today.

Tu Sufeng sent them here to secretly investigate on Murong Hongtu's recent information, but he did not want to let anyone know about this.

So, she could not fight.

"Why aren't you drinking?" The old woman in brocade garments, who was standing beside Helian Wei Wei looked at her doubtfully.

Before Helian Wei Wei could speak a word, Murong Hongtu suddenly opened his gloomy eyes and glanced toward her.

Helian Wei Wei smiled and said, "I want to know how it tastes like first. Besides, I think such good stuff should be tasted slowly to really know how it actually tastes like."

Upon saying that, she looked up and looked at the guard near her, "Bring me a wine glass."

"You really know how to enjoy," Murong Hongtu laughed and said, "bring me one as well."

Helian Wei Wei smiled, she filled the glass with blood, then she swayed her sleeves, "I'll drink first to show respect."

Murong Hongtu was staring at her without blinking, he saw that she had emptied her glass and there was blood left at the corner of her mouth. Then, he moved his gaze away and entertained the others, "Come on, cheers!"

The room was filled with jubilation, everyone was smiling in hallucination.

Whitey was worried and his forehead creased in a frown, "Woman, you didn't really drink it, right?"

"Why would I?" Helian Wei Wei covered her mouth with her sleeve. She coughed slightly, she could taste the metallic taste of blood in her throat.

Yuan Ming laughed, "Woman, you're so cruel to yourself." This woman was the only one who would use her inner force to get her veins snapped in order to stain her lips with blood.

Helian Wei Wei smiled gracefully with her left hand pressing downward. She chit-chatted with the people beside her as she regained her breath.

However, right at this moment, the old woman looked like she had gone insane, she sniffed around, licking her lips with her bloody tongue. She looked monstrously horrifying. "What's that smell on you? Why is it so sweet?"

Helian Wei Wei paused her breath, then she smiled, "What can be on my body? This room is full of the smell of blood, I think you're getting it wrong."

"Is that so..." The old woman's face was full of doubt, she lowered her head and thought for a while, then she called the person leaning on the wooden chair beside her, "You try to sniff on her, I think she smells great."

Upon hearing that, that person glanced at Helian Wei Wei.

Whitey was backing up subconsciously, he was worried that those first-timers would notice the presence of mythological beast after drinking their blood.