I just covet their strength

Chapter 200 I'm here for a banquet, what are you doing?
Westhead was too focused on the developer conference a few days ago, which resulted in lax quality control. As more and more participants attended, it was natural for the news to leak out, so much so that Chamuel also came here out of curiosity.

The result was that he accidentally entered Yinpatang.

The innocent little girl was so shocked that she stood there in a daze, her feet feeling as if they were filled with lead.

Several cute maids who were already completely dazed grabbed her without even looking at her and wanted to bring her over to join in the fun.

Chamuel immediately struggled violently, punching and kicking:
"I'm here for a banquet, what are you doing?!"

Then he roared, rushed out the door, and ran away.

Since then, Chamuel has been avoiding Westhead and running away whenever he sees him, which annoys Westhead greatly.

“Pfft—hahaha, this is really in line with your style. No wonder the little guy was so scared. The Shadow Flame Family is very conservative. You can tell by Lord Shadow Flame’s style.”

Westhead said helplessly: "So it was really an accident."

His aesthetic taste is very normal. He rejects childish aesthetics and starts with you and me. He has no idea about Chamuel, even though he may have T1-level talent.

Of course, the main reason is that he is not interested in the talent of the blacksmith technician. If it is a T0 combat talent, then Westhead will have no principles at all.

Luyetan hugged Westhead's arms tightly and blew gently into the latter's ears, and the sweet breath penetrated into his nose.

"What a pity! If I had come a few days earlier, I might have been able to participate. Although I have heard about your majesty many times, I have never seen your majesty. This makes me doubt, Lord Qinghui, are you just a small fry who made up a story?"

The charming and gentle Lord of Yuanxi Territory stroked Westhead's face and chin with her index finger wrapped in a silk glove, her tone becoming more and more contemptuous:
"A small fry, a small fry who can only show off with his mouth."

Shopping!! I wish the supermarket was you!
Westhead could not help but grit his teeth.

It's hard, not just the fists are hard, but it's hard in every sense of the word.

The most infuriating thing was that Westhead knew clearly that Luyetan was just teasing him and would never go beyond the limit. If he really did anything wrong, he would definitely be rejected and ridiculed.

I will remember today's grudge, there is still a long way to go in the future.

Westhead looked straight ahead and ignored Luyetan's words.

Continuing forward, we saw that there were far fewer people in the courtyard of the mansion than in the previous few days. This was because the developer conference a few days ago had caused too much damage.

High-level extraordinary beings already have extraordinary physical strength, not to mention the T0 talent, which creates a terrifying monster. Its setting is quite extreme even in the game.

The court of Lord Qinghui was originally dominated by women and weak men, and now there are only a few people left who can move around.

That's why Westhead won't bother with Luyetan, he only speaks with actions!

However, in this somewhat deserted courtyard, Westhead saw a scene that surprised him:
I saw two girls sitting side by side on a bench near the flowers.

The wolf-eared girl with purple-black hair sat upright on the right, her hair covering half of her face, her beautiful golden eyes closed, looking peaceful and beautiful.

Mivana was wearing a cool black shirt, holding a cello in her arms, and plucking the strings gracefully.

The princess with long silver-white hair sat on the left side of the bench, her slightly lowered eyes emitting a magnificent light.

The pure white off-shoulder royal dress is close-fitting and elegant. She holds a corner of the harp at her knees, and her snow-white and smooth chin holds the instrument, playing classical music with her slender white fingers.

Melodious music emanated from the two places. Although they were not deliberately playing in concert, but just each playing their own music, there was no sense of mutual exclusion or confusion.

"It's so beautiful! It's like heavenly music!"

Although Westhead didn't know how the two of them sat together to play, it didn't stop him from giving them praise.

After a lot of flattery, Lord Qinghui finally expressed his doubts:
"Myvana, you also know music?"

Westhead was not surprised that Leixia knew music. During the years trapped in the Holy Tree Palace, the discriminated dragon-blooded bastard could not have any social interaction and had only a few skills to learn. Wouldn't he have to strive for excellence?
But Myvana, Westhead had never seen her play the harp.

"Teacher Viona taught me that music can cultivate one's sentiments and calm one's restlessness." The ensemble stopped, and Myvana put the cello aside and replied.

Westhead nodded and asked, "Oh, but what are you doing?"

"Just to kill time."

Leixia also stood up and said, "Weiss, are you free now? I want to dance with you."

There was a gleam of nostalgia in the white-haired dragon girl's gorgeous blue eyes, and her thoughts seemed to have returned to the scene when she first met Westhead.

"Just a normal dance."

"Ah, shouldn't Lord Qinghui dance with me, his guest, first?"

Seeing this, Luyetan subconsciously wanted to tease the relationship, but this time, Leixia's reaction was unusual. The silver-haired princess walked straight forward and looked at him with a cold look that made Yuan Xigong feel palpitating:

"Flirtatious fellow, do you understand the weight of this invitation? This is the cry of a new life, the proof of a contract, the starting point and the end point of my life. Even if the cycle continues, I will never be tired of dancing."

"I don't care about your other jokes, but this miracle belongs to me alone, and I will never give it up."

Good weight!

Luyetan couldn't help but take a half step back. Before, Leixia had never taken any real action in front of her, and now Yuanxi Palace felt something was wrong after she released a little pressure.

"of course can."

Westhead also felt the gravity released by Leixia and quickly agreed.

Hold hands.

The warm and soft touch sent an electric shock to Westhead's brain.

Leixia's beautiful and stern face came closer, and she just stared quietly and deeply at her lover's dreamy and handsome face.

Silence is better than words at this moment. Although nothing was said, the overly expressive eyes seemed to say everything.

Unlike the first time when Westhead gave her a one-sided hug, this time Leshia danced with perfect posture, and the latter had obviously spent a lot of time practicing. In addition, the two sides had already formed a tacit understanding, so there was no mistake in the dance.

Time passed and the melody seemed to have no end, even occupying more than half of the night.

After the long dance with Leixia, the silver-haired princess sat contentedly on the bench in the courtyard, resting her hands on the back of the chair and resting her cheek on it.

The slightly raised corners of her mouth and closed eyes showed that she had fallen into a sweet dream.

Westhead went to ask for a glass of ice drink, and just as Lord Qinghui was drinking, Mivana, who had been playing the violin to liven up the atmosphere, pulled him into the garden.

"Ah, do you want to dance too?"

"I don't dance."

Mivana pressed Westhead under her body, and her beautiful eyes gradually turned into a golden red color that frightened men. If you didn't know better, you would think she was embracing a curse.

"There is no need to learn the etiquette of the nobility. I don't understand it."

"But Mr. Weiss, I haven't had any counseling in many days."

Hiss—it looks like this won’t end peacefully tonight.

Westhead smiled bitterly when he saw this.

I just hope that the confidence built up through the developer conference will not be destroyed too quickly.

(End of this chapter)