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After eating a person, Jing Song visibly became happy.

He licked his hands, still somewhat unsatisfied, looking at the sticky blood on them, his mind filled with the people he had seen at that ancient Blue Star restaurant earlier that day.

He was talking with his friends when he suddenly smelled an extremely strong scent of blood.

The aroma was far more intense than he had imagined, making his mouth dry almost instantly.

He followed the scent of blood, pretending to search casually, until he stopped in front of a little girl.

The little girl and her friends were eating quietly. Her profile was extremely beautiful, and her long golden hair was held back by a hairpin, giving her an elegant and languid air.

But what attracted him most was not her beauty, but the sweet scent of her blood that emanated from her.

Thinking of this, Jing Song grabbed a handful of his hair in frustration:

Such a beautiful woman, it would be a real waste to kill her and bleed her out. How about we imprison her?

Thinking this, his previously calmed heart instantly became restless, and he made a hissing sound in his throat, which sounded particularly eerie in the quiet hotel room.

Fortunately, his subordinates were very efficient. About a day later, they presented the information they had gathered about Feng Qingyue to Jing Song.

Jing Song's long, slender fingers twirled the thin sheets of paper beside him, his eyes blazing with a violent rage that seemed about to solidify as he tore apart the submissive men before him.

"A living person who has existed in this world for so many years, and this is all the information we have?!"

Are you all good-for-nothings?! Did I hire you to just eat for free?!

Actually, you really can't blame his subordinates.

Strictly speaking, Feng Qingyue is not even one year old this year.

After all, she had been sleeping soundly in the egg, staying in the Cangming Star System, never venturing out.

There were only legends about her in this interstellar space before; there was no trace of her existence at all.

Jing Song's men, with dark circles under their eyes from staying up all night, had nowhere to vent their grievances.

They originally thought it was such a simple matter to investigate one person, so they delegated the task to their subordinates.

When they received the information their subordinates had gathered, they were utterly shocked: a person only had information from the period of enrollment; everything before that was blank.

It was as if she had appeared out of thin air!

The subordinates didn't believe it and thought it was because their own men were incompetent, so they took matters into their own hands.

They practically poke at the virtual screen until it was steaming, but the person's information was still completely blank.

There was no news of her parents, no proof that she had ever lived in the Federation, and no trace whatsoever that could prove she had ever lived in the Federation.

Not long ago, information about her suddenly appeared in the federal personnel database, which was extremely abrupt and incomprehensible.

After listening to his subordinates' explanation, Jing Song raised his hand and rubbed his temples, his fingers tracing the girl's photo on the paper, his scarlet vertical pupils gleaming with a cold, determined light.

"Go and pass on a message that I've invited her to dinner with me."

A calculating glint flashed in Jing Song's eyes, and his cold voice rang out in the hotel room: "Replace the restaurant's chefs with our own people, and bring the new neurotoxin developed by the research department."

His hand froze for a moment, then he nodded respectfully and withdrew.

In the dimly lit hotel, only a pair of scarlet vertical pupils gleamed with a bloodthirsty cold light.

Once the poison took effect, he would take the person to his secret chamber.

Jing Song thought greedily. That beautiful and charming face made him somewhat reluctant to eat her. So he would try another method: imprison her. Not only could he drink her blood at any time, but he could also satisfy his physiological needs.

Feng Qingyue was unaware that someone was already arrogantly fantasizing about some outrageous things. At this moment, she was radiating impatience as she looked at the respectful waiter at the door of the room.

"What's up?"

Her voice was beautiful, and even when she tried to be aloof, it still exuded a unique charm.

The waiter in front of her also exuded a stench of human death, and even though he was so respectful that he almost wanted to kneel down, Feng Qingyue still felt disgusted.

The waiter bowed even lower, gave a polite greeting, and said gently, "Good morning, Miss. Mr. Jing Song would like to invite you to dinner to apologize for his impolite behavior the other day."

Feng Qingyue crossed her arms, looking down at the person in front of her with a faint, cold smile on her lips.

She was dining with Shangguan Yu, but Jing Song only invited her. There's definitely something fishy going on.

The waiter, receiving no reply for a long time, broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but he had a feeling that the girl in front of him was not simple.

During the time she remained silent, he felt as if the air around him had thinned considerably, which horrified him.

"Okay, I'll go." Feng Qingyue smiled innocently.

"Please thank Mr. Jing Song for me. He is truly a refined and approachable gentleman."

Is it an illusion?

The waiter thought to himself, how could a trainee possibly manipulate the environment without anyone noticing?

Feng Qingyue watched the waiter leave, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Finally, a kind person added a bit of fun to her boring school life.

Feng Qingyue pulled Mu Xi out of her mental space. The little dog, with its sleepy eyes half-open, yawned and asked, "Master? What do you need me for?"

"I'm going to a trap tonight. You stay with Shangguan Yu and protect her."

After thinking for a moment, Feng Qingyue raised her hand, and a wisp of divine water-type spiritual energy condensed in her hand, transforming into the shape of a fish.

That wisp of spiritual energy coiled around Mu Xi's forepaw, like a small ornament.

"Contact me immediately if anything happens. This wisp of spiritual energy can withstand a fatal attack if necessary."

When Mu Xi heard that his master was going to attend some kind of sinister banquet, although he didn't understand what a sinister banquet was, he could roughly guess from his master's few words. He anxiously scratched at the ground with his paws:

"Master, this banquet is dangerous. Please be careful."

Mu Xi knew that her master was a lord-level beast, and even she felt it was dangerous. So, bringing him along would be a burden. Therefore, Mu Xi sensibly followed her master's arrangements and did not cause her any trouble.

Feng Qingyue hugged Mu Xi and rubbed his head: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

She placed Mu Xi in Shangguan Yu's arms, and facing her best friend's questioning gaze, Feng Qingyue remained calm and composed: "Tonight I have to complete the task my master gave me. Mu Xi is allergic to pollen, so could you please keep an eye on him for me?"

Shangguan Yu didn't say much. She gently stroked the head of the puppy in her arms with her small hand: "Then be careful and come back soon."

Everyone has their own things to do, and as a good friend, she naturally offered her full support.