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As evening approached, Jing Song sent someone to pick up Feng Qingyue early in the morning.

Feng Qingyue smelled the fishy stench in the air and was speechless: "It's true that you become like those you associate with. How come all the people around Jing Song have blood on their hands?"

Could it be that Jing Song requires all his subordinates to meet their killing quota?

Pretty awesome.

Feng Qingyue's main theme today was to project an arrogant and domineering aura. She wore a gorgeous red dress that revealed her delicate collarbone and fair skin.

Besides the patch of blue scales around her neck, she also wore a low-key and elegant pearl necklace.

The necklace shimmered with a soft white light, complementing the flamboyant red dress and making the girl appear even more radiant and beautiful.

The girl lifted a section of her long hair and clipped it up with a matching pearl hair clip, while the rest of her long hair fell obediently and naturally, brushing against her beautiful back.

The lip gloss made her already luscious red lips even more alluring.

"Miss, here we are."

Upon hearing these respectful words, Feng Qingyue looked up and immediately saw Jing Song standing at the restaurant entrance.

He wore a well-tailored suit, his hair was still neatly combed, and gold-rimmed glasses sat on his high nose. He was gentle and refined, a typical young nobleman.

Feng Qingyue silently withdrew her gaze, a playful smile curving her lips:

He has a handsome appearance; if it weren't for the excessively strong fishy smell emanating from him, even I would have thought he was a refined man.

Jing Song stood at the restaurant entrance, and when his subordinates brought the person over, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

He politely extended his hand, palm up: "Miss Qingyue, thank you for gracing us with your presence."

Feng Qingyue unceremoniously placed her hand on his: "I am flattered by Mr. Jing Song's invitation, how could I dare to break my promise?"

The temperature of her hands was far lower than that of ordinary people. Feng Qingyue's eyes showed a hint of inquiry. This is not human, is it?

Using the lights at the restaurant entrance and her excellent eyesight, Feng Qingyue took a few glances at the hand.

The hand was deathly pale, and the nails had an eerie gray color, like the kind of filthy things mentioned in ancient Chinese folklore—it was a bit scary.

Jing Song looked at the brightly dressed girl in front of him, his eyes filled with undisguised desire and greed.

His naked gaze roamed unabashedly over the girl's exposed skin, pausing for a moment when he saw the scales hanging around her neck before moving downwards, gradually disappearing into the hidden spring light on her chest.

Feng Qingyue endured and endured, barely managing to suppress the urge to explode on the spot.

As a lord-level beast, her senses were extremely sharp. She could clearly feel the man's undisguised scrutiny and his almost bursting desire.

The fist hardened, but it wasn't completely hard.

Upon entering the restaurant, Feng Qingyue watched with great interest the busy figures in the open kitchen.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's strange that a ruthless killer like me is being called to cook.

The moment Feng Qingyue stepped into the restaurant, her powerful mental energy silently enveloped the entire place.

Therefore, she saw through all their little tricks.

She could see very clearly that the chef had openly added some strange things to her dish.

By focusing her mental energy, she could barely make out the label on the bottle containing the substance: a skull.

......

Okay, okay, it's poisonous, the kind that will turn a person into nothing but a skeleton.

Watching Jing Song bustling about like a true gentleman, Feng Qingyue idly called out to her best friend in her mind: (What should I do if someone poisons me? I need help urgently.)

Tu Shan You instantly flew into a rage: (Which bastard did this? I'll twist his head off!)

Qingfeng's voice also carried anger: (My dear, who dared to poison you?)

Xuanming snorted coldly: (I'll sense your location immediately, I'm coming right away, I'm not kidding.)

Feng Qingyue quickly comforted her friends who were jumping up and down in anger: (I'm fine, but does any of you know what this poison is?)

Your friend Xiaoyu shared a picture.

Xuanming looked at the familiar icon on the picture and instantly breathed a sigh of relief: (This is the symbol of the Ghost Organization. This thing is a neurotoxin developed by the Ghost Organization, specifically designed to target humans, and it's completely ineffective against us.)

Feng Qingyue sighed: (Tell me quickly what will happen if I get poisoned by this? I'd be so embarrassed if the poison made me dizzy and gave me a stomachache.)

Xuanming laughed: (It's nothing, you'll feel dizzy, then lose consciousness. But this toxin is newly developed by the Ghost Organization, and it's said to be extremely harmful to the body.)

Qingfeng said meaningfully, "(It seems I haven't bothered with them lately, and they've become quite arrogant.)"

Feng Qingyue said slowly, "(No wonder the stench emanating from those people was so strong it could fill the sky.)"

Tu Shanyou was still very worried: (Baby, take good care of yourself. I'll come see you when you return to the Federation.)

(Okay, sure.)

Seeing the girl staring blankly at the dishes on the table, Jing Song's eyes, hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, dimmed for a moment, then he smiled gently and gentlemanly picked up some food for her.

"This Ancient Blue Star restaurant has great reviews on StarNet. Why don't you try the food and see if it suits your taste?"

Well, I don't know if it suits my taste, but it definitely has a foul, fishy smell and is poisonous.

Feng Qingyue obliged and tried a little, then stared at him expressionlessly: "It doesn't suit my taste."

Jing Song hadn't expected her to be so straightforward, and a terrifying murderous intent flashed in his eyes. However, remembering that she had already eaten some food containing poison, he said in a good mood:

"Since it doesn't suit your taste, let's have the chef make it again."

While waiting for the new dishes to be served, Jing Song casually asked, "Miss Qingyue, where did you get that scale-like ornament around your neck?"

Although Jing Song wasn't 100% certain, the luster and color of the scales were unmistakable reminders that this was no ordinary item.

I would rather trust it to have it than to trust it to have nothing.

If the scale is just an ornament, that would be best. But if it belongs to him, it would be a great threat if he wanted to do something to the girl.

Those top-tier beings are all protectors of their masters. If that scale was what he thought, he would have to trick the girl into voluntarily removing it.

Feng Qingyue gave him a deep look, her slender white fingers gently stroking the scale: "My family once went to the Cangxuan Star System, which is ruled by the Azure Dragon, and gave this scale to me when they returned."

Jing Song's face darkened. Sure enough, it was that thing.

He smiled at Feng Qingyue, his tone curious: "I grew up listening to legends of those top-tier beings. May I see this scale?"

Feng Qingyue looked at the man reaching out to her, her tone indifferent, with a barely perceptible chill: "Your tone and actions sound more like you're asking for something."

Jing Song seemed to realize the inappropriateness of his behavior, and he apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, I was just too curious."

Feng Qingyue smiled gently: "My family told me that this scale cannot be removed, so I'm sorry."

Jing Song laughed too, but the smile didn't reach his eyes: Tsk, judging by the time, the effects of the drug should be kicking in by now, right? What's going on?

Just as he was wondering, the girl in front of him stood up, though she was swaying slightly: "Sorry, I'm a little dizzy, I'll be going now."

Jing Song outwardly appeared worried as he got up with her, but his hands were actually trembling slightly with excitement: "Shall I take you?"

As he spoke, his hand had already grasped the girl's slender wrist.

Feng Qingyue strongly resisted his touch and subconsciously shook her hand away: "No."

Jing Song gripped his large hand tightly, his eyes flashing with wicked excitement: "Don't struggle, you can't escape."

Feng Qingyue was ready to stop pretending and was about to make a strong move when a familiar voice came from the doorway: "Let her go."