My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker!

Zhao Qiran: …

What should she say? If she denied it, this cult master might turn hostile again like a loony!

Hence, Zhao Qiran nodded her head reluctantly!

The cult master, on the other hand, instantly gave a long sigh. "No wonder she turns her nose up at me."

"Say, why would this cult master still be stinky after bathing twice a day and wearing clothes that have been perfumed with incense?"

Please pardon me for not being able to reply to this question of yours! At this, Miss Ran pressed her lips tightly, not speaking altogether.

In truth, she could only smell a faint, delicate fragrance from this cult master's body. There simply wasn't any unpleasant odor.

Moreover, when this cult master was holding her, frankly speaking, she didn't feel repulsed at all.

His embrace was gentle and not at all uncouth. It really couldn't be considered uncomfortable…

"How do you girls like to be carried? Is it better horizontally or vertically?" The cult master modestly asked for advice.

Zhao Qiran: …

Princess, why haven't you come to rescue this subordinate yet?

Knock-knock. Two knocks came from the window frame, and a deep voice informed lightly, "Cult Master, the Raksha Princess is several thousand feet away from here. She will be able to get here in less than three minutes!"

Upon hearing this, the cult master immediately pushed Zhao Qiran off his thighs before turning back to smile at her bewitchingly. "This cult master will come again next time to consult your experience. Goodbye for today!"

By the time he finished saying this, he had already nimbly flipped out from the window like a fleeting cloud, instantly disappearing without a trace.

Bang! A gorgeous woman kicked open the door to the room with a forceful stomp.

As she scanned the room with her pretty eyes, the Raksha Princess called out sweetly with her inborn childish voice, "Mister Ding!"

Afterwards, she looked in confusion at Zhao Qiran, who had collapsed to the floor, unable to move.

"Wh-Why is there only you? Where did Mister Ding go?"

As she spoke, she flicked a thread of mystic energy at Zhao Qiran's blocked acupoint.

Zhao Qiran released a sigh of relief before quickly getting up and curtsying, "Princess, the cult master just left."

After stomping her feet with gritted teeth, the Raksha Princess chased the cult master outside while calling out, "Ding Yun, my destined sweetheart, let me see where you can flee to!"

When Cult Master Ding, who had already run very far away, heard the Raksha Princess's shout, his tall figure involuntarily shuddered, and he hastily skedaddled even more quickly.

It wasn't until he had fled a considerable distance that he slowed down and breathed out a sigh of relief.

So close, so close! That crazy woman was one step away from catching him!

"Cult Master, this subordinate has something to report."

"Left Guardian, just say it." While recovering from his fright, His Excellency turned to look at the man who had appeared like his shadow.

"The saint left headquarters several days ago for the Mystic Beast Forest. By now, she should be in the forest's secret realm with elites from the various kingdoms for practical training."

The cult master was left stunned, after which he nodded. "Sikong Fuling has always been an indolent person. Why did she think of going to the Mystic Beast Forest secret realm to do that kind of strenuous but unrewarding task?"

The secret treasures and spiritual weapons inside the Mystic Beast Forest secret realm had always been the stuff of folklore.

He simply didn't believe that with Sikong Fuling's laziness, she would believe in popular hearsay and go suffer hardship at the secret realm.

"Reportedly, that person is also in the party."

"Who?" A bad premonition slipped past the cult master's mind.

"Crown Prince Consort Mo."

A hint of wrath instantly flitted across the cult master's picturesque eyes. "Why does she need to meddle and concern herself with my affairs?"