The screen of Nangong Mo’s phone displayed the just-opened fourth episode of Gu Qiusha’s latest manga update!
The Nuwa she drew finally revealed her true face at the celestial banquet where all the Immortals gathered!
And not only did Emperor Fu Xi propose on the spot, he was tragically rejected, leaving him with nothing but his boxers.
This scene went viral across the internet overnight.
However, the way Nangong Mo felt when he looked at it was completely different from everyone else.
He stared intently at Nuwa’s face and her plain white attire, muttering a few words under his breath: "Like, really alike..."
The subordinate behind him silently took out a small notebook, jotting down the name and Chapter of the manga, thinking, could it be that the woman in white whom Fourth Master is looking for resembles this manga character?
After all, Fourth Master once personally drew a picture of a woman in white from behind, capturing a spirit that truly resembled this manga image.
Now that the front is revealed, the difficulty of the search has greatly reduced.
Ma Qie had deceived this man, holding back Qianshan’s real phone number, feeling utterly terrified inside.
Upon seeing Nangong Mo staring intently at the manga, he couldn’t help but marvel, Qianshan is really damn impressive, conquering a vast crowd of young girls with her manga was one thing, but actually gaining a male BOSS fan?
He kept the number well! Not only must he not hand it over, he must report to Qianshan, letting her hide even deeper!
"Fourth Master, actually, sometimes the person you admire doesn’t necessarily need to be tied to your side; sometimes a certain distance adds a unique flavor..."
Ma Qie subtly hinted, trying to soften Nangong Mo’s determination to poach Qianshan.
Nangong Mo slammed the table and stood up.
The glasses of wine on the coffee table toppled in a clattering row!
Done for, done for, we’re doomed!
Ma Qie felt like a Shark was about to open its mouth wide to bite him.
Unexpectedly in the next second.
Nangong Mo didn’t even glance at him, instead striding with his long legs, looking coldly, heading toward the floor-to-ceiling window.
Beyond the glass curtain-like floored window of the cruise ship.
The night was thick with darkness, waves of tempest rolled endlessly.
Upon the crest of a wave, a massive White Shark surfaced slowly from the waters.
If one looked carefully, upon the White Shark’s back stood a woman in white, gracefully holding a tall and robust man by one hand, a bottle of wine clutched in the other.
She tilted her head back toward the moon, drinking boldly!
Everyone rubbed their eyes, damn it, it must be an illusion, the banquet hall’s scene reflecting off the glass window.
Nangong Mo’s gaze only deepened, growing colder with each passing moment.
Human vision has its limits, in such a blackened night, the sight of things upon the sea is but a blur.
In the blink of an eye, the White Shark and the maiden disappeared amid the colossal waves.
As if nothing ever occurred at all.
He focused intently on the direction where the woman disappeared, not even bothering to look at the manga on his phone.
Bao Gucheng held Zuzi’s hand tightly.
Beneath them was the smooth spine of the White Shark, a single misstep could plunge them into the deep abyss of the sea.
The White Shark, as if a sentient steed, bore him and Zuzi stably over the ocean’s surface. Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs N()velFire.net
"Xiao Chenger, are you okay?"
Zuzi took a hearty swig of the fragrant peach blossom brew, passing it to Bao Gucheng.
Bao Gucheng drank deeply from the spot her fragrant lips had touched, saying calmly, "Hmm. This way of drinking is truly... quite distinctive."
Just then, the little woman suggested a different posture for drinking, he never could have imagined she’d pull him onto the White Shark’s back, drinking boldly amidst the raging waves.
Such a bold, convention-defying act, yet somehow, at this time and place, there’s this vague, familiar sense.