Meanwhile, Xia Xi first brought the two of them to his command center.
As a child, he had seen countless scenes featuring [war rooms] and [command headquarters] in all sorts of shows.
Now that he had come to the northern border, he naturally wanted to put together a secret base of his own.
If nothing else, the entrance was well concealed and the walls were sturdy.
The furnishings in the hall were extremely simple, even somewhat solemn.
Like the walls outside, they were all white.
This gave those harboring ulterior motives quite a fright... At the same time, they immediately felt that things were going terribly wrong...
Zuocang and his companion deliberately surveyed the area from above, then quickly rode their Pokémon down after confirming that no one was on the cruise ship's aft deck.
The spectators saw the elderly, white-haired madam being carried out by several maids and older serving women; just moments before, they had been holding their heads high in arrogance.
"Stop talking about it. I just want to live in peace. I don't want to stir up trouble..." Dongxiang seemed to have made up her mind. She lowered her sleeves and held Daya without another word.
The dozen or so villagers naturally agreed happily. A few of the bolder ones even asked her outright whether there would be red envelopes when the time came. This was a local custom, too-asking for a little good luck.
Fair skin, a delicate, straight nose, and an exquisite face-with beauty that could topple cities and kingdoms, outshine the moon and shame the flowers, it was hard not to be moved.
Raxinola stepped forward and walked up to Wang Meng, lowering their head to look at the youth with a cold, condescending smile.
Most importantly, his cultivation had not improved at