Even though Gu Yuzhi was anxious, he couldn’t bypass Bao Gucheng to rush into Nangong Mo’s residence first.
Bao Gucheng’s steady footsteps echoed with a rhythmic clang on the marble floor, and he paused slightly when he reached the entrance hall.
The entrance hall was wide open.
In the spacious hall, there was a retro ink stone tea table in the middle.
Nangong Mo himself, in wide robes and long sleeves, was slowly brewing tea.
The fragrance of the tea wafted in the air, lending Nangong Mo’s originally sinister face an unexpectedly refined look. One might almost mistake it for a scene from a fantasy martial arts drama, were it not known that this was the residence of the Demon.
"Bao Gucheng, though my osmanthus tea is a rare find, one in a million, and worth a fortune, if you want a taste, just ask , and I’m afraid I wouldn’t give it? Why make such a scene by bringing people here to seize it?"
Nangong Mo spoke with a mocking tone, sipping his tea, although addressing Bao Gucheng, his gaze fell on Zuzi beside him.
Bao Gucheng looked at him coldly, not taking the bait: "Where is the person?"
Nangong Mo’s gaze lingered on Zuzi, noticing that she was still as icy and indifferent as she had been at the hotel, completely different from her lively, playful attitude during their eting at the ancient tomb.
Haha, is this a ploy to sever ties after taking my jade button, or a stratagem of playing hard to get?
He smirked discreetly, shifting his gaze to Bao Gucheng, feigning ignorance: "Which person are you talking about?"
Gu Yuzhi couldn’t hold back any longer and confronted him: "Where are you holding Sha Sha? In the basent, right? What is your vile motive? Whatever ga you want to play, spend your own money to do it. Why covet my innocent Sha Sha?"
Gu Yuzhi shouted loudly.
Nangong Mo remained unmoved, even mocking with a laugh: "Lawyer Gu, your thinking is truly complex. When a man invites a woman, is it only about what’s in your mind or down below?"
Gu Yuzhi: "...You! When did I ever think that way!"
He, a dignified law professor, who could argue with anyone, now couldn’t out-argue even the likes of Bao Gucheng, let alone soone like Nangong Mo?
From behind, Bao Gucheng patted him on the shoulder with a deep gaze: "No use in talking, let’s go down and see."
Chen Long and his group had already found the entrance to the basent and cleared the surrounding dangers, making way for the three to go down.
Gu Yuzhi, eager to rescue soone, rushed ahead and almost slipped down the stairs in his haste.
When he reached the floor and steadied himself, he looked up and was stunned: "Sha Sha..."
In the bright, lit basent, the surrounding white walls had been turned into canvases, with one wall already painted halfway.
And Gu Qiusha stood atop a sandalwood chair, a palette in her left hand, a brush in her right, painting freely on the white wall.
What is the aning of this?
Nangong Mo captured Sha Sha, only to have her toil as a painter?
Gu Qiusha, hearing Gu Yuzhi’s voice, turned around in surprise: "Brother, why are you here? Oh, Mr. Bo, Zuzi, what are you all..."
Bao Gucheng, holding Zuzi’s hand, spoke softly: "Was it that Miss Zuzi had already foreseen that Sha Sha was safe?"
Which is why she remained as calm as always, unruffled and composed?
Zuzi did not answer, lightly furrowing her brows as she looked at the half-finished painting.
A man as ethereal as a celestial being or demon lay drunk atop cloud mountains, half-bare, wearing only boxer shorts, while amidst the clouds and mist, a glimpse of a soft white arm reached towards the man.
The scene was both ethereal and intensely fragrant, stirring emotions and igniting the imagination.
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