Dress like a soft and feminine woman! Musical power MAX

"Feynman, although the SSS male has his strengths, he also has his weaknesses. Once Anderson loses control, if he is not mentally comforted within five days, he will never be able to recover."

The Beast King was somewhat helpless: "It's not that I haven't thought about issuing an announcement, but I'm afraid it will cause bad public opinion."

what?

Xia Tang, who was listening nearby, subconsciously took a breath of cold air.

So Anderson only has four days?

The Beast King continued with a worried look on his face: "The Queen has already contacted an S-rank female for him. As long as he is found within the time limit, it won't be too late."

"...I'll try my best." Feynman agreed reluctantly.

After Feynman put the Star Brain down, he looked at Xia Tang's cute little face through the rearview mirror of the Star Car and asked, "Tang Tang, is there anywhere you want to go?"

Mistu nodded: "You can go anywhere you want in the next few days, we will accompany you."

"I think... why don't we go to the ancient museum." Xia Tang said softly.

As soon as the words came out, even Xia Tang herself was shocked. She hadn't thought about those musical instruments and music scores for a long time. After being kidnapped last time, she had planned not to touch these things again.

Xia Tang thought that if she had not had a musical talent, perhaps the tragedies that followed would not have happened. Her adoptive parents had briefly "loved" her because of her musical talent, and the "agency" also treated her as a commodity because of this.

If she has no value, she will not attract those who do not love her.

Feynman started the star car quickly, and Mistu was still lying beside her. This place was not far from the ancient museum, and they soon arrived at the destination.

Herro was still the same, drunk.

When Xia Tang walked in, she felt that these musical instruments were really unfamiliar to her. She hadn't practiced for two months and her hands were numb.

Mistu and Kyle took only two steps and then stopped at an exhibit. Feynman walked over and asked them:

"Tangtang standing among these ancient battle machines is such a contrast. I never get tired of looking at her. She's like...what do you young people say? Oh, right, a super-strong loli! Does she want to paint again?"

"Painting?" Mistu shook his head: "Tangtang probably doesn't have much interest in painting."

"What does this mean?" Feynman was puzzled.

"She likes these ancient battle machines, not paintings, Marshal." Kyle no longer guarded against Feynman and pointed this out directly: "The bloody moon she painted for the Military Affairs Office a few days ago was not particularly realistic, and a lot of details were lost, wasn't it?"

Feynman was a little surprised. Females generally hated combat equipment such as star guns. However, Xia Tang had different preferences from other females, and there was nothing wrong with that. It was like some orcs liked spicy food, while some liked clear soup.

"What do you mean?" Feynman frowned.

Before Kyle and Mistu could speak, they heard Xia Tang calling Feynman.

"Marshal, come here." Xia Tang waved to Feynman.

Feynman walked over: "What's wrong?"

Xia Tang hesitated for a long time, pointed at a wooden flute in the exhibition hall and asked, "Can I take one of these...ancient combat instruments home?"

Feynman shook his head.

"Yes." Xia Tang held Feynman's hand and pleaded quietly, "I'll just borrow it for one night."

"Absolutely not." Feynman dragged Xia Tang away from Di Zi: "Tang Tang, these are very dangerous instruments in the ancient museum. Once they are taken out of the ancient museum, it will cause a large-scale panic and the residents of the empire will lose their sense of security. This is something that must not be allowed to happen."

Although males in the empire are not allowed to teach their wives a lesson, reason still needs to be taught.

Xia Tang was a little depressed, and her unhappiness was clearly written on her face.

"Tangtang, you can have whatever you want, even the stars and the moon. I can drive a spaceship to get some for you to make pendants, earrings, bracelets, anything. I can make them glow, okay?" Feynman coaxed patiently.

"No, I want that one." Xia Tang had learned the skill of cheating naturally. She ran back to the wooden flute in two or three steps and held on to the glass cover tightly.

Feynman bent down and picked her up by her calves. Xia Tang was too light, and the glass cover was too slippery and had no handles, so Feynman just carried her away like that.

"Let me go!"

Mistu and Kyle hurried to follow.

Mistu was the first to persuade: "Marshal! Feynman! Put Tangtang down, and give her whatever she wants!"

It was not until they reached the gate that Feynman put Xia Tang down.

Xia Tang had pigtails on her hair, which was a little frizzy. She said to Mistu, "I want to borrow one of the combat equipment inside. Just one."

Mistu pretended not to hear and winked at Feynman: "If we go back, I'll drive the Star Car."

"This won't work, Tangtang." Kyle also advised.

At this time, He Luo pushed open the door and walked out. There was his recliner by the door. He glanced at Xia Tang and heard a few words of the quarrel.

He Luo dragged his broken leg to the recliner. He saw that Xia Tang finally succumbed to her three partners and left here, looking back every few steps.

When she looked back for the last time, Xia Tang caught a glimpse of He Luo. To be honest, she left because she saw He Luo. There was always a creepy feeling about him that made her shudder.

As soon as Xia Tang returned to the mansion, she went back to her bedroom. She slammed the door and locked it angrily.

The wet panda came to her for a hug.

……

Downstairs, the three males looked at each other.

"Can you be more tactful next time?" Mistu was the first to accuse Feynman: "Tangtang is unhappy! If she is unhappy, she will not eat. If she does not eat, I cannot feed her. It was my job to feed her dinner today!"

"What do you mean by that?" Feynman ignored Mistu and turned to ask Kyle, "She likes those ancient combat instruments. Didn't you teach her that?"

Kyle shook his head. He stood up and showed Feynman the painting that Xia Tang had drawn for the first time. "It wasn't me who taught him. Tang Tang drew these without ever being to an ancient museum."

Feynman was shocked when he saw the two paintings.

A myriad of thoughts ran through his mind, and he eventually came to the same conclusion as Kyle.

"You mean... Anak!" Feynman stood up, his eyes filled with shock: "He's still alive?!!"

Kyle shook his head, but Feynman thought more. He suddenly remembered the "Black Robe", the mastermind behind the kidnapping case. His insidious and cunning methods were so similar to those of Anak!

In the kidnapping case, the only one who was safe and sound was Xia Tang.

In the Grand Council, Xia Tang's paintings of the bloody moonlight were always unable to depict the details.

In the back garden of Xia Mansion, Xia Tang claimed that he saw Andre in the back garden, which delayed the search process.

In the ancient museum, Xia Tang showed a strong desire for ancient combat equipment.

The more Feynman thought about it, the more frightened he became.

Will it be so?

Why do all the doubts point to Xia Tang? If all his suspicions come true, when Xia Tang and the Empire stand on opposite sides, how will he choose?