Volume 1 Chapter 62: Egyptian Cat Princess Costume

[Ding! System prompt: Beauty "Yu Mangge" cataloged successfully.]
[Unlocked "Yu Mangge's" Egyptian Cat Princess outfit.]
[When "Yu Mangge" wears this battle attire, the host's agility will be increased by 10 points.]
[Unlocked Intelligence-type ability: Ultra-Strong Perception.]

"Han Sanjiu, catch him!" the old blind man shouted loudly, and Han Sanjiu lunged toward me. I hurriedly retreated. Why? Had my appearance changed? I had turned into an old man, with a hunched back and age spots all over my face.

"Away with you!" Lang Xianyu roared, grabbing hold of my soul. I felt my entire soul go numb as I was effortlessly tossed back into my body. I broke out in a cold sweat. That was too rash! If that had been Izato Yamato doing this to me, wouldn't I have been finished?

Lian Tianqi, the only one who knew the truth, twitched the corner of his mouth, cast a meaningful glance at Shu Jingrong with his attractive peach-blossom eyes, and chuckled softly.

Feng Ruhuang looked at Motian in utter astonishment, never expecting Motian to compromise on this matter. It completely subverted the impression she had of him all along.

Shu Dongming flew into a towering rage. Right here in full view of everyone, Shu Jingrong had actually announced her severance from the Shu family. This was tantamount to a direct slap in the face to the Shu family.

"Understood, understood, I understand!" For some reason, I could never work up any anger toward her; how dare I say I didn't understand? She lit a piece of incense, handed it to me, then took both hands of my fourth grandpa and closed her eyes.

My heart pounded fiercely as I shouted Wang Chuizi's name aloud, but no one answered. There was nowhere to hide in the kitchen, nor was there a back door to escape through. Gao Qingli even searched the entire kitchen thoroughly, yet found no trace of Wang Chuizi, as if he had never entered in the first place.

Huofeng'er snatched the paper from before her in a single motion, and Situ Hong and Shu Yiyi quickly crowded around as well. The expressions of all three turned rather unsightly, tinged even with a trace of shame.

Mammy Song felt as though a heavy stone were pressing down upon her heart, weighing her down so heavily that she could barely breathe.

Since Wang Lihua could easily tame Jin Bao'er, she naturally possessed extraordinary capability. Seeing Wang Yingxue pounce forward, not only did she deftly dodge the attack, but she also delivered several slaps to Wang Yingxue's face.

Hearing Zaiyin's inquiry, Li Hongzhang felt no surprise, for he knew that Zaichun had been present at the scene and was well aware of what had transpired then.

Drogo suddenly suffered a wave of secondhand embarrassment. Imagining this poem being chanted by wandering bards made his claws contract so tightly that he practically gouged out a three-bedroom apartment's worth of space into the ground.

Just as everyone was looking anxious, a sharp telephone ring suddenly echoed through the conference room.

The drawback was that the Jin family would henceforth be walking a tightrope; a single misstep would result in them being torn apart by the starving jackals waiting below.

Yet just as his hand reached out into the air, Baochu slipped away from Tian Hai's grasp like an eel, moving with a subtlety and smoothness of form that no one present could have anticipated.

That reasoning actually made some sense. This ball was currently very expensive—not because of its manufacturing cost, but because of an artificially inflated price set to ensure that the circulation of this best-in-slot item within the current storyline remained low.

Although this script supervisor role did not require heavy physical labor, once the real work began, it was no less demanding than being a stagehand.

This position was usually held by the most boastful dwarf in the tavern. Upon learning of this, Drogo directly promoted these dwarf commentators to official status.

"Ancient people were truly casual; kissing once means they have to get married." Zhao Zhenyu knew the truth full well, yet he chose to scoff with such sarcasm.

Damn it, why did it have to be today, of all days, when his elder sister finally came to visit, that Ji Ling had to interfere? Ji Ling was notoriously uncompromising and insisted on accompanying him today—how on earth was he supposed to find an excuse to brush her off?

"Your fist technique is far too rigid, and your punches are too slow." Dugu Xue sidestepped his full-force palm strike and whirled around to kick fiercely at his armpit.