Fang Zhou, why do people say I am a succubus?

Ahmoni raised her hand and looked at Chen Zhou, her expression instantly changing into a mischievous smile as she said with a chuckle:

"Report to the leader, I am from Victoria, but I serve the Duke of Wellington. I am not from Tara."

"That's right, Chen Zhou. This old bitch is not our compatriot. She deserves to be taught a lesson by me!" Mandela had a sour face and an expression of extreme disgust.

At this time, the waiter brought a plate of snacks, and Chen Zhou pushed it to Ahmoni very gentlemanly.

"Thank you~" Ahmoni playfully made a heart shape with her hands, then glanced at Mandela proudly and happily scooped a spoonful of the cake.

"Where's my little cake!" Mandela stretched out her hand to Chen Zhou with confidence.

"Don't you eat this every day in the floating city?!" Chen Zhou raised his eyebrows and scolded, "Didn't you say your teeth hurt? Why are you eating cream cakes? Eat some healthy vegetables!"

Mandela lost his appetite immediately after hearing this.

Then she immediately came over, took Chen Zhou's hand, and secretly lowered her voice: "Chen Zhou, give me some face in front of this bitch."

“…” It’s hard to comment on Chen Zhou.

This scumbag cat, why is he so concerned about his reputation? But Chen Zhou always knew clearly whether health or reputation was more important.

"You can't have any more cupcakes this month."

Just as he was seriously rejecting Mandela's request, a delicate little hand suddenly stretched out in front of him.

It was Achmoni, who scooped a spoon of cake with the one she held to her mouth and brought it to her lips.

In front of Mandela, Chen Zhou instinctively wanted to maintain his dignity, but Ahmoni held her chin with one hand and refused to put down the spoon she handed to him. He was a little overwhelmed, so he simply took out the plate and motioned her to put it in.

Then, Ahmoni shook her head and mouthed, "Ah~" with a smile.

Mandela glared at him immediately.

Ahmoni, you are the latecomer!

She was furious and secretly blamed the couple:

"Today, Xing Nu refused to give me any cake and only gave it to the shopping shopper. I'm taking note of this. Not only that, but these two bastards flirted with me right in front of me and even resorted to some perverted private part feeding play. If I could ever make a comeback, I'd force them both to eat only vegetables and feed each other until they vomit!"

Thinking of the scene of 'feeding vegetables to Master Chen', Mandela turned his back and chuckled, his mood actually improved a lot.

Too lazy to comment on Mandela's method of 'self-reconciliation', Chen Zhou looked at the crystal-clear streamlines on the spoon and said righteously:

"Sorry, I don't have this habit."

Then, he reached out and rudely pulled Ahmoni's cat ears, giving her a severe "teaching".

"Hehe, I'm just kidding."

Then Ahmoni winked at Chen Zhou, opened her plump lips, and took small bites of the cake, with cream covering her pink lips.

"Speaking of which, Leader Chen Zhou, what are your plans after the evacuation of civilians is completed?" Her cheeks flushed and she smiled mockingly at the trash.

Shopping, you blush like a bubble teapot!

Mandela bit the vegetable stem, feeling infinite contempt in his heart.

"Go to the place where the kings rest." Chen Zhou had nothing to hide.

"Ah, that sounds dangerous. Leader, would you like me to accompany you? Although my Originium skills are average, I am very good at adapting to changing circumstances."

Leader, do you want me to go with you?

Mandela rolled her eyes and imitated him in a sarcastic manner.

"No, if you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so pretentious." Chen Zhou taught him seriously, "Or do you not want to go with me?"

"I am a high-ranking official in the Tower Relief Array, and also your first... follower."

Mandela seemed genuinely afraid that Chen Zhou would go treasure hunting without her. She almost uttered a crooked word in her hasty argument, "You're not taking me with you?"

I originally thought I could enter the secret realm to pick up some bargains, but you, as the sect leader, can't be so stingy. When one person succeeds, everyone else benefits. The advanced treasure hunt mission at least gives me a sense of participation!

Chapter 60 You have nowhere to escape!

Inside the Shard.

"Your Highness, I don't understand why you allowed Chen Zhou to gather citizens..."

Manfred, who watched the entire speech, put his hand on his sword and bowed to Theresis.

Tracy stood by the window of the Shard, looking into the distant sky, without turning back to look at his subordinates.

"You're not willing to be crushed by him?"

"No, I accept my own weakness, and I know that my fellow Sarkaz have found peace in the floating city."

Manfred's expression remained unchanged as he continued, "But there are still many Sarkaz wandering the wilderness. Chen Zhou's actions hinder our goal of 'giving all Terran Sarkaz a home.' I believe this is more trouble than good."

Theresis turned around, looking down at Manfred, his sharp bloodshot eyes staring straight at him.

"Who do you think the dukes and nobles fear the most these days?"

Without waiting for Manfred to answer, Theresis answered on his own:

"—It's Chen Zhou. We've only occupied a royal city, which doesn't hurt the nobles. But that Drake is the knife at their necks. He will ignite the most intense and thorough war that will spread across Victoria. He is the enemy of all the nobles."

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend..." Manfred nodded, then quickly frowned. "But these citizens are the blood flowing in the veins of the royal city. Why should we abandon those consumables working for the Sarkaz just to win them over?"

"Four years."

Tracy uttered a word or two.

"Not a single moment of rest, not a single slackness. Both the Victorians and the Tara have toiled to the bone, producing enough weapons and armor to equip all Sarkaz warriors. Look at our warriors. The old, tattered gear they wore when they first entered Victoria has now been replaced with brand-new equipment from the Highbury Arsenal."

"You mean the war preparations are sufficient?"

"Do not."

Tresis looked at him. "The discontent of the citizens of Londinium has reached its peak. They have become a threat to the Sarkaz. Their emotions need an outlet, and Chen Zhou happened to be here."

"I see."

Manfred understood and was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped by the Regent.

"Let the Sarkaz mercenaries guard the Tomb of the Kings."

"Tomb of the Kings?" Manfred was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted, "Are you saying that Chen Zhou's real target is the Breath of Kings?!"

"Based on his actions in Xiaoqiu County, you'll find he always has a purpose. I don't believe he's simply trying to evacuate civilians. By the way, didn't you say he once encountered the Self-Defense Forces?"

Those rats in the gutter?

Indeed, the tombs of the kings were also underground, and Manfred understood the concerns of His Royal Highness the Regent.

"You suspect he's secretly investigating the underground pipelines? But why only send mercenaries?"

"Well, they targeted the self-defense forces shortly after entering the city. I guess this was premeditated. As for the mercenaries, since their stance is questionable, let them kill each other."

Tracy's expression remained unchanged.

In fact, he had some hesitations, but strangling Chen Zhou would certainly cause serious damage to the Military Commission, which would be extremely unfavorable for the next war.

In addition, according to the Cyclops's prophecy, he was looking forward to Draco starting a war that would spread across Terra. The mercenaries could not kill Chen Zhou, but they could give him a warning and do him a favor.

[The noble King Drake is about to put on his expensive Victorian crown and start this game of supremacy]

Oh, it really makes people can’t wait.

……

A restaurant that is so delicious that it flies.

After Mandela's constant persuasion, Chen Zhou reluctantly agreed to go with him to the Tombs of the Kings.

"Hey, leader, can you take me with you too~"

Ahmoni raised her eyebrows, and her expression suddenly changed from normal to full of femininity, revealing the kind of happy expression that looked at stupid trash.

To be honest, I actually enjoy being stared at by this subordinate who has the temperament of a high school girl and can squirt.

But this shouldn’t be my problem!

Ahmoni, really, is she going to reward me for just having a meal?

"You are too weak." Chen Zhou waved his hand and refused hesitantly.

"But the leader will protect me, right?"

Ahmoni flirted with Chen Zhou, stuck out her tongue, and licked the cream off her lips bit by bit. Then she placed her hands on her cheeks and looked at Chen Zhou intently.

Female ghost, why are you using this expression again!

Such a lustful body, with this weird expression, you really, you really...

Forget about protecting you. If I were Christen, and you used that expression to beg me to send you to heaven... Ascension! I'll do the work of ascension!

"Go! I'll take care of the protection!" Chen Zhou waved his hand, quite domineering.

"Tsk, keep shopping~"

Mandela's face showed the ease of a winner, and the only feeling in her heart was the satisfaction of being recognized by Chen Zhouxian.

After finishing the vegetable stems, Xiao Man was almost full. She touched her slightly swollen belly with her right hand and slumped down on the chair in a utterly disgraceful manner. At this moment, she noticed the animation "Filin and Zarak" playing on TV. She gradually became fascinated by it and laughed foolishly from time to time.

Chen Zhou was speechless. You are still watching Tom and Jerry at this age. You have no childhood...Man Maomao was saved by Abbrana at the sewer when she was a child. She really had no childhood.

So this is a kind of compensation for childhood, completely different from the top students in Victoria across the street.

Suddenly, there was a clear sound of metal falling to the ground.

Chen Zhou raised his head and saw Ahmoni smiling a little embarrassedly. He heard her say:

"Hey, leader, I think my fork fell on your side. Can you help me pick it up?"

Chen Zhou nodded and was about to use his ability to make the fork float up when a furry green tail stroked his calf.

Looking down, I saw a note curled up on Ahmoni's tail, which read [I like the leader here too~].

Chen Zhou bent down and looked down, and sure enough, in his sight, Ahmoni, wearing a small skirt, had her legs wide open, showing a unique view.

Wow, you're so sexy!

You emptied Pinru's wardrobe!

Realizing that Mandela was fully immersed in the animation, he thought about it and a pen flew out of his pocket and landed in his palm.

He thought of Arturo's meme, opened the pen cap, drew an arrow on the snowy skin near the inside of the female ghost's thigh, and then wrote the four big words "Safe Entrance" in a crooked manner.

Then he picked up the fork, stood up without blushing or panting, and met Ahmoni's unusually hot cheek.

He turned his head and saw Mandela, who was making up for his childhood, still giggling foolishly, without noticing any clues.

This stupid woman.

Chen Zhou patted Mandela's forehead with some disappointment.

If you continue to slack off, your status as the number one person in ×× will soon be worthless!

If there is a palace fight in the future, you will be the first loser!

Mandela, who was inexplicably slapped, immediately turned around, hugged his head, and glared at Chen Zhou.

At this moment, a female film actress with a good figure and extraordinary temperament suddenly stood beside the dining table.

She has short silver hair, and the tight white breeches that fit her body are sexy and appropriate, with a deep V-neckline that reveals a piece of white.

However, this debauchery was suppressed by the black coat draped over his body and integrated into his capable temperament.

Chen Zhou picked up the glass, took a sip of wine, and said, "Isn't this the ever-honorable Duke of Cumberland?"

"[Eternally Noble Cumberland] Your praise is truly unmerited, but I didn't expect you to know me, Your Highness Chen Zhou."

Seeing this, Ahmoni took the initiative to sit on the inside. Alda Cumberland expressed her gratitude, sat down, and looked at Chen Zhou.

"Strange! Isn't the Duke of Cumberland always following King Aslan? He actually calls me [Your Highness]."

When Chen Zhou caught a glimpse of Aleda's tail, he realized that this woman and Shan were of the same race, both tigers.

Even, they are all white tigers.

Aledae smiled appropriately. "A king is a king. Whether it's Aslan or Draco, this is clearly written in the laws of this country. You said I am loyal to King Aslan, and I admit it, but I am more loyal to Victoria."

"Oh? Tara Red Dragon also has the power to rule this country." Chen Zhou asked with great interest.

"..." After a moment's thought, Alede nodded, "Of course, Tara Red Dragon is also a red dragon and the monarch of Victoria."