From the end of the corridor, Thin Fire looked at Wu Jin in a daze, “... Oh, we found Little Witch.”
Wu Jin tugged Vera along, “Brother Thin! The clue you have––”
Outside the window.
Caesar looked left and right, “How come I can hear someone yelling for that grandson Thin Fire??”
A few seconds later, Caesar suddenly stood up from beside the big hole, “Did you hear? That coquettish man has a clue!”
Thin Fire was confused, “What? What do I have?”
The sound of footsteps came from outside the palace gates. Caesar stuck out his head and raised his machete with a cry. His momentum soared as he chased after Thin Fire, “Hand it over, hand it over!”
Thin Fire cursed, “Are you a fool? Why are you going after me and not Little Witch??”
Caesar was amused, “The clue is with you, why would I chase after Little Witch?!” The long sword whistled as it sliced over, “I, your grandpa, just wanted to beat up a stupid grandson like you!”
From behind them, Wu Jin pulled Vera with them and withdrew, “Find a corner with no lines of sight and go back to the fragrance room.”
Thin Fire’s close combat abilities were a little worse than Caesar’s, and Ning Fengbei had to help Thin Fire fight. Little Ran thought for a moment before deciding to chase after Wu Jin without any hesitation at all.
The door to the fragrance room was very close now.
Vera pulled away and listened to the sounds being carried on the wind behind her––
Wu Jin directly pressed down on Vera’s shoulder, “You go look.” Then, he hefted the long sword and went to guard the door.
Just in time to meet the Little Ran who’d caught up with them.
Little Ran smiled, “Apologies.”
The knight’s sword was drawn out like a streak of white, and the female contestant cut down fiercely. Wu Jin held up his sword to fight––
Xiao Ran made a muffled sound as she stopped Wu Jin’s sword. Wu Jin’s blade turned from a slice to a stab, pulling open the distance between himself and the other side’s blade. Moving from aiming at the vital points to attacking the other party’s wrist.
Dozens of kilometers away, in the Crosson Show live broadcast room.
Blood Pigeon was amused when he saw this.
Ying Xiangxiang raised her brows.
Blood Pigeon: “The most gentlemanly way to fight.”
The setting sun shone on the Grand Trianon Palace, pink marble casting pale shadows to one side. After Little Ran escaped towards the stone pillars covered with iris, the blade turned, and the youth took a step back, kicking open the side door to a fragrance mixing room.
It wasn’t surprising that Little Ran’s blade went out of control, the blade flying out to cut the display stand to the side.
Countless scents spread out––
Sandalwood and cedarwood were the most basic of the woodsy tones, mixed in with cardamom, the scents ranging from bitter to heavy. Little Ran gasped for breath, and Wu Jin held the handle of his sword with both hands. His pupils were as calm and even in the dim fragrance mixing room, like a crossbeam holding up against the wind.
His blade split the old wooden racks, forcing out the Little Ran who’d dodged behind a display frame.
The second row of wooden frames collapsed, and orange blossom, aldehyde, and cosmetic powders wafted out. Aldehydes and fats were the most exotic of perfume materials, like wicked, ancient girls. At first, it would hide the orange blossom scent, allowing even hawthorn or violent scents to dominate, but at an unexpected moment in time, it would allow a perfume to revert to its original flavor, giving off a strong and even pungent soapy scent––
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Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!
Science Fiction-for offline purposes only - Book 1 Synopsis: Wu Jin, as a trainee from a certain entertainment company, had a peerless, stunning face. He was qualified to debut as a lead performer even if he just sat there and did nothing. After signing up for a...
