Chapter 166: Mom only wants her son, not your dad!
Fei Yuan led Sang Luo to the front of the banquet, seating her in a refined spot.
Sitting beside him, Sang Luo stared at the spirit fruit platter on the table in front of her, swallowing her saliva. These were all rare and precious spirit fruits, good stuff! It would be a waste not to eat them!
The guests at the banquet all had different thoughts, but Sang Luo was single-mindedly focused on eating.
When Fei Yuan came back to his senses, he saw that she had finished a plate of fruit, her fair fingers covered in juice, quickly becoming sticky. He smiled, "I thought you only ate like this when you were pregnant, I didn't expect you to be such a glutton on normal days."
Fei Yuan took out a plain white silk handkerchief to wipe Sang Luo's hands, and then placed the few plates of spirit fruit on his side in front of her.
Sang Luo just reached out to grab a bunch of amethyst grapes when the grapes slipped away and flew into the air, obediently peeling themselves.
Fei Yuan's phoenix eyes smiled, "Open your mouth."
Sang Luo blinked in surprise, just about to speak when the fruit "whoosh!" was thrown into her mouth.
"Cough cough!" Sang Luo almost spat it in his face, swallowing it whole, pouting, "Can you tell me in advance next time? I almost choked to death."
"I'll be more steady this time." Fei Yuan flicked out a few whirlwinds with his fingertips, and in a few blinks, he had peeled all the fruits, revealing the plump and juicy pink and white flesh, neatly placed in the plate, sitting in a row.
He also took out a pair of white jade chopsticks, but Sang Luo was too lazy to be so particular, picking up the fruit with her hands and chewing it in her mouth.
The pulp contained wisps of spiritual energy, entering her limbs and bones, greatly nourishing her body.
Fei Yuan and Sang Luo arrived relatively early, the few Beast Emperors next to them had not yet arrived. After waiting for a while, the other guests arrived one after another.
"Dong, dong!"
The ground rumbled with thunderous steps.
A burly and tall middle-aged beastman, with a height estimated to be over two and a half meters, entered the venue. Half of his hair was gray, showing signs of aging, but his back was straight, sitting across from the two like a mountain, his aura quite dignified and terrifying.
The attendants respectfully poured wine.
While eating the fruit, Sang Luo asked, "Which Beast Emperor is this? Such a big aura."
Fei Yuan wiped her hands with a bit of obsessive-compulsive disorder, cleaning every crevice of her fingers. "The Western Beast Emperor, Bian Ke, is a naturally born king beast, a Xing Xing, who has lived for nearly three thousand years. His talent is average, but he relied on his age to forcibly pile up his cultivation to the early Emperor Realm, and stubbornly outlived the previous Beast King before succeeding to the throne."
He leaned close to her ear and chuckled softly, "This person can only live for another two or three hundred years at most. Soon, Xiao Ye and Xiao Zhen'er will replace him."
Two or three hundred years seemed like a snap of the fingers in his mouth, Sang Luo clicked her tongue, "I think this Western Beast Emperor is still very strong, he can live for another thousand or eight hundred years without any problem."
"You can't just look at the surface of everything. If he can't break through his realm again, his body will rapidly age and decay in at most a hundred years."
A thin young man wearing red clothes, with cyan hair, had a very low-key and restrained temperament, but turned around and sat on the left side of the two, in a refined seat opposite them. He only had one beast servant with him, and he kept drinking after sitting down.
Sang Luo was curious, "Is this one also a Beast Emperor?"
"Yes, the Eastern Beast Emperor, Lou Tian, is a pure-blooded Bifang. His talent is not bad, reaching the True Emperor Realm at just over a thousand years old. I used to have some dealings with him, but this person is reclusive, I didn't expect him to come this time."
The banquet was about to begin, and there was still an empty seat on the right side of the two, but it had not been filled yet.
"This seat should be prepared for the Northern Beast Emperor, right?" Sang Luo calculated that the Central Beast Emperor, the Eastern Beast Emperor, and the Western Beast Emperor had all appeared, leaving only the Northern Beast Emperor.
"Yes, the Northern Beast Emperor comes from the Kirin clan. The distance between the North and South spans tens of thousands of miles. He probably thought it was too troublesome and declined the invitation."
Fei Yuan introduced all the beastmen that Sang Luo was interested in.
Sang Luo's interest gradually waned. There were no particularly favorite targets. Either their strength was not good, or their appearance did not quite match her aesthetics. Those who were slightly outstanding all had partners.
After half a cup of tea, the host arrived late.
"We respectfully welcome the Southern Beast Emperor to take office!"
Tens of thousands of congratulatory voices sounded like roaring waves.
Everyone under the stage stood up to offer a toast.
Sang Luo also stood up with Fei Yuan and toasted to the high seat in front.
She lowered her head, but her peripheral vision still caught sight of the man wearing a wide and luxurious robe woven with Qu Shui purple brocade, his ink-like hair casually hanging behind him, appearing somewhat lazy and unrestrained, his face cold and unparalleled, his purple eyes indifferent, as if everything was difficult to enter his eyes, making everything around him pale in comparison.
His gaze seemed to sweep over here faintly, but did not linger on her at all, not knowing whether he didn't see her, or… didn't recognize her.
Sang Luo quickly denied the first possibility. She was in front of the banquet, only a few dozen meters away from him. With his insight, how could he not see her?
Then it was that he didn't recognize her.
Or rather, pretended not to recognize her.
Sang Luo returned to her seat and drank a few cups of wine in silence.
Cup after cup, the wine was mellow and strong, and Sang Luo's face quickly became slightly flushed.
"Drink in moderation, drinking too much hurts the body."
Fei Yuan frowned, snatched the wine glass from her hand, lowered his head, and drank it all in one gulp, his lips touching the mark left by her red lips.
The purple-robed man on the stage crushed the cup in his hand, and the wine spilled.
The servants who were serving quickly stepped forward to clean up, trembling with fear, "Your Majesty, is this wine not to your liking? Would you like another cup?"
"No need." He said lightly, withdrawing his mental power, not seeing was pure.
The waiter changed a new wine glass.
Sang Luo did not notice the movement on the stage at that moment. After she finished the fruit, she had nothing to do, so she began to search for the little snake inside and outside the palace with her mental power.
Caesar became the Southern Beast Emperor, the little snake must have been brought into the palace by him. She just searched around him with her spirit, but didn't find the little snake, probably resting in other palaces.
Found it!
Changle Palace.
The little snake was indeed still sleeping.
"Fei Yuan, I'm leaving for a while."
"I'll accompany you?"
"I… cough, going to the restroom, no need."
Seeing Sang Luo hurriedly leave her seat, Caesar tightened the wine glass in his palm. After a stick of incense, he got up and toasted to everyone at the banquet, "Everyone, please enjoy yourselves, I will excuse myself first."
Sang Luo followed the winding palace road, searching all the way.
Suddenly, her mental power could not be used, as if shrouded in a mist.
She quickly realized she was lost.
The palace was too big.
She couldn't find the way to go, and she couldn't recognize the way back.
A servant walked over, "What is the noble female looking for?"
Sang Luo's eyes lit up and she asked for help, "Do you know where Changle Palace is?"
"Changle Palace? That's where the little Highness lives." The servant was surprised, "May I ask what is the noble female's identity?"
"Uh, I…" Sang Luo was thinking about what reason to make up so that she wouldn't be mistaken for an assassin or something, but unexpectedly, the servant didn't ask any more questions, and extended his hand to invite, "Noble female, please come with me."
Sang Luo didn't think much and followed him.
But they walked for a long time and still hadn't arrived.
In Sang Luo's impression, Changle Palace didn't seem to be that far, right?
She turned her head and was about to ask the servant, but found that it was empty around her, and there was no one there long ago.
Her mental power could be used again.
Sang Luo didn't care about this small episode, and quickly searched again with her mental power, and found that the road she was being led on was not the road to Changle Palace, but completely in another direction, and was about to go out from the West Gate of the palace.
She frowned, feeling a little uneasy, but didn't think too much about it, perhaps the servant was new and remembered the wrong way.
Sang Luo turned back halfway.
Before she reached the entrance of Changle Palace, the little snake came over.
"Mommy!"
Caesar appeared in the shadows of an alley, holding a bloody head in his hand, which was the head of the servant just now, turning into a wisp of black air and dissipating…
I had something to do today, so the update was late. The outline of the back still needs to be sorted out. There will be updates tonight.
I still owe three extra updates, please remember it for me!
