Jiang Feng’s words were no longer just a temporary asure, but a true promise.
It’s not the right ti for him to accept Mo Zixun and Su Xiaoxiao now, but if the right ti cos in the future and the two girls remain unwavering in their feelings, it wouldn’t be too late to revisit this matter then.
Mo Zixun naturally understood what Jiang Feng ant and asked in surprise, "Brother Feng, are you serious?"
"My words always count!" Jiang Feng nodded.
Mo Zixun’s eyes were misty as she broke into a smile, tears shimring, "Then it’s a deal, Sister Zhiqing and Sister Feng are here, they can testify, you can’t go back on your word in the future!"
"I won’t go back on my word." Jiang Feng nodded calmly.
Faced with such a devoted girl, he couldn’t bear to refuse; he had already been quite ruthless with his delaying tactics.
"Haha, alright then, Zixun, you’ve got the promise you wanted from Master, so get up!"
Seeing this, Feng Yueji laughed and helped Jiang Feng lift Mo Zixun from the ground.
Mo Zixun was still blushing with embarrassnt, realizing how proactive and awkward she had been earlier, and she stood up shyly.
"Silly girl!"
On the other side, Bai Zhiqing smiled, helping her put on her swimsuit properly.
"Hmm!"
Mo Zixun covered her face with her hands and turned to nestle into Bai Zhiqing’s arms, feeling extrely shy.
Bai Zhiqing sighed softly; at least at this mont, she envied Mo Zixun and Su Xiaoxiao.
Because what Jiang Feng just did was essentially a promise to Mo Zixun and Su Xiaoxiao, but for her and Feng Yueji, nothing had changed; their relationship remained the sa. This left her feeling a bit empty inside.
However, it didn’t really matter; after all, she and the others had beco closer and more in sync with Jiang Feng, and everything would eventually happen naturally, without the need to rush.
"Whew! I’m back!"
At this mont, Su Xiaoxiao, her cheeks flushed, returned to the tent. Noticing everyone seed to have just finished talking, she couldn’t help but be puzzled.
Especially Mo Zixun, whose eyes were red, yet she had a sweet smile on her face, making Su Xiaoxiao very confused—what exactly happened while she was out?!
"Miss, what happened? Why are you..." Su Xiaoxiao asked Mo Zixun in confusion.
Mo Zixun gazed affectionately at Jiang Feng, then leaned over to Su Xiaoxiao and whispered sothing, blushing.
After hearing it, Su Xiaoxiao showed an incredible expression, "Really? Did he really agree?!"
"Brother Feng’s word is as good as a bond, you don’t need to doubt it. Anyway, we’re already spoken for, just waiting for Brother Feng to win us over," Mo Zixun said with a lovestruck smile.
"Hmph, this guy still has so conscience!"
Su Xiaoxiao was finally satisfied, gave Jiang Feng a sideways glance, and playfully said, "Jiang Feng, what happened just now doesn’t count, it’s not that I didn’t let you... you know! I just really needed the bathroom, but if you try again now, I promise not to resist!"
Jiang Feng took a step forward, suddenly putting on a stern face as he approached Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao let out a startled cry and quickly dashed out of the tent.
Her comical and cute expression made the other three won inside the tent laugh out loud.
After the laughter and jokes, Jiang Feng started to pack up and clean the trash inside the tent, then set off back ho with the four won.
Considering the ti, from taking the four won out yesterday afternoon to now, the ti wasn’t too long, but quite a few things happened, at least unforgettable for Jiang Feng.
After they tidied up everything by the beach, they got back into the car and headed ho.
At the sa ti—
In a desert with yellow sands swirling, located in the northern border of China.
Deep underground, a massive palace was excavated.
This palace was stunning and magnificent, intricately connected and imposing, with an air of majesty, solemnity, and mystery.
On the ancient, sturdy door at the front of the hall were inscribed two blood-red characters: "Netherworld," emanating a creepy and eerie aura!
If soone familiar with the top negative forces in China were here, they would recognize at once that this was the famous powerful faction under the Eighteen Hells—the Netherworld Hall!
At this mont, outside a large warehouse inside the Netherworld Hall.
An old man with a hawk nose and white hair and beard was sitting on a rocking chair, casually fanning himself.
His na was Ji Bu, a senior official of the Netherworld Hall.
Senior officials rank below elders, but they play a crucial role, especially Ji Bu, who is in charge of the Book Pavilion’s senior official, guarding the enormous warehouse behind him.
Inside the warehouse are all kinds of secret books that the Netherworld Hall has plundered through battles over the years. Their significance is self-evident.
In fact, if this warehouse was exposed to the world, it would shock the entire China, attracting covetous eyes and perhaps even battles from all sides!
In a sense, one of the reasons for the existence of the Netherworld Hall is to guard the Book Pavilion, preserving the resources needed to cultivate new fighting forces for the Eighteen Hells.
"Old Ji, your convenient son has been out for days, how co he’s not back yet?"
As Ji Bu was fanning himself with his eyes closed, another old man walked over and joked with Ji Bu.
This person was also a senior official, with a similar status to Ji Bu in the Netherworld Hall, except that his station wasn’t as important as the Book Pavilion.
"How should I know? He said he’d be back in at most five days; today is the morning of the sixth day," Ji Bu opened his eyes and said blandly.
"Haha, your convenient son, maybe he couldn’t stand your tornt and ran away for good?" the old man teased.
"Give him the courage!" Ji Bu said coldly.
"Haha, that’s hard to say. Who doesn’t know you’re an eccentric old man, using all kinds of heavy-handed thods on young people? Look at your godson, looking so worn out, it’s because of you!"
"Hu Jinquan, shut up!" Ji Bu said blandly, "Don’t think I don’t know you’ve been eyeing my son for a long ti. Isn’t it enough with your five godsons? Do you have to interfere every year in the organizational newcors?"
It turns out, these ancient senior officials in the Netherworld Hall, each and every one of them not only deeply skilled and powerful but also perverse.
They’ve spent years in such a dark, isolated place, long forgetting what won are like, and finding one or two good-looking male disciples to take as their apprentices or adoptive sons is essentially to satisfy their own special tastes!
To them, n and won are the sa; as long as they’re young and lively, they can fulfill their desire for conquest in such matters!
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