Zuzi chuckled softly and proceeded to walk downstairs.
This floor had reverted to the original setup of the Dragon Palace, looking much more pleasing to the eye.
Zuzi looked at the nearly one-to-one replica of the room, with even the coral decorations being real corals salvaged from the sea. If it were filled with water, and sharks were swimming by, it would truly be like relocating the Undersea Dragon Palace onto land.
Was this painstaking yet thankless large project really just built for people to visit and buy tickets?
With a gentle stroke of her jade hand over the familiar Purple Coral, Zuzi was pondering when suddenly, her long lashes fluttered, her fingertips tensed, and she made a quick sign!
Outside the door.
Nangong Mo, following the flash of white fabric, quickly rushed into the room, but found it empty.
Seeing a piece of seaweed hanging on the Purple Coral, swaying lightly in the air despite the absence of wind, as if monts ago a fragrant jade hand had brushed over it, Nangong Mo’s brow furrowed deeply.
"Did I see wrong?"
"How could she have left so quickly?"
He had clearly received a subordinate’s call and rushed here imdiately, just catching a glimpse of a white-clothed girl’s back, yet how could she have vanished in the blink of an eye?
Or was she just a fignt of his mory and imagination, not real?
But this white shadow was the closest to reality from his mories, and he refused to accept it as an illusion now.
Nangong Mo pinched the bridge of his nose and walked heavily out of the room, only to lift his eyes and see Bao Gucheng walking towards him.
The man’s starry eyes and sword-like brows, his back straight, his whole body seed to be on alert, ready to explode at any mont.
His sharp gaze swept over Nangong Mo’s shoulder, scanning the room behind him.
Luckily, there was no one in the room.
The little woman was not in Nangong Mo’s hands.
Bao Gucheng’s tense grip relaxed slightly for a mont, but his icy aura did not dissipate in the least, as he spoke in a displeased tone: "Who allowed you to co in."
Nangong Mo replied with a casual, dismissive sneer: "Bao Gucheng, this is my territory. I co as I please."
"That was before today. From now on, your construction site is listed in the dangerous building supervision range. Until the safety hazards are eliminated, you cannot co in." Bao Gucheng’s voice was calm, yet it carried a piercing coldness.
"Ha, abusing your position for personal revenge?"
"Wrong. Your own hands are dirty. Both publicly and privately, I can deal with you."
The two n were at loggerheads, with neither willing to concede an inch.
So much so that when Gu Jingyan ca down the stairs from the floor above, he felt his steps frozen by the aura of these two formidable n!
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds...
Nangong Mo gazed intently at Bao Gucheng for a mont, playing with the coral beads at the door in his hand, then spoke first:
"Bao Gucheng, do you believe I can make you die here?"
"The entire Underground Palace has countless chanisms. With a flick of my fingers, you and the stairs behind you would collapse in an instant, buried underground, and your n wouldn’t even find your remains!"
"Do you want to taste what it’s like to be buried alive, Commander Bao?"
Nangong Mo’s tone was long.
Sombre.
Provocative.
Making the grim Underground Palace appear even more eerie!
Bao Gucheng did not answer.
Gu Jingyan’s heart raced wildly.
Could it be, could it be, that he just ca to see the relics, and now he might end up being buried with Bao Gucheng?
And what about Zuzi, that girl?
His heart was even more panic-stricken; oh no, could it be that Zuzi was captured by this big pervert Nangong Mo?
Why didn’t he see any trace of Zuzi in this lower palace layer?!
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