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#531 - Chapter 531 The Taste of the Soul
“An invitation from the Second Prince?”
Wu Wei stroked the ice-cold “invitation” in his hand and smiled.
“This isn’t very appropriate.”
“I, on the other hand, have accepted a commission from the First Prince. Logically speaking, you and I should be enemies.”
“You giving this to me, isn’t it….”
“Trying to harm me?”
“Cough, cough, no, no, nothing like that!”
Seeing Han Xuan's “seriousness,” Zhao Yuyang tensed up slightly.
“What I’m giving you is just an invitation.”
“Whether you go or not is your own business.”
“Moreover, the Second Prince asked us to give you this because he really wants to talk to you.”
“Alright, I understand.”
Seeing that Zhao Yuyang was still talking, Wu Wei had no intention of continuing the conversation.
So, he threw the so-called invitation into his personal space and left the War College without looking back.
Only after he left did the smile on Zhao Yuyang's face disappear.
This lord, who was smiling just a second ago, glared directly at Yang Xusheng beside him.
“You damned fool.”
“You’re just standing here, not saying a word?”
Hearing Zhao Yuyang’s accusation, Yang Xusheng retorted directly.
“What do you think I should say?”
“Threaten him, or fawn over him!”
“Sometimes, Zhao Yuyang, I really think you’re stupid!”
“Whether Wu Wei, this madman, will accept the Second Prince’s invitation is still uncertain. If I speak carelessly, it’s likely to backfire!”
“Sigh…” Hearing Yang Xusheng’s words, Zhao Yuyang couldn’t help but sigh.
That’s right.
In terms of communication.
Yang Xusheng, who came from a poor background, is indeed not as good as him.
“But, Zhao Yuyang, do you think Wu Wei will accept the invitation?”
Just as Zhao Yuyang was sighing, Yang Xusheng suddenly asked.
“Of course, he will.”
“No, he definitely will.”
“Because this greedy guy will never imagine how powerful the Second Prince is!”
Looking at Wu Wei’s departing figure, Zhao Yuyang said with a gloomy face.
“And he doesn’t even realize that his secret of hiding Zhou Li is not a secret at all!”
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Soon, Wu Wei left the War College and returned to the familiar abyss.
As soon as he returned to the Abyss Throne, Little Mara excitedly and fearfully crawled to his side.
“Lord… Lord, you’re finally back!”
Unlike the extreme social anxiety she had when they first met, Little Mara had become much more active.
Of course.
This activity only applies to Wu Wei's side.
Once there are too many demons and humans around, this fat, human-faced maggot will still crawl back into her brother's body as soon as possible.
“Mm.”
Wu Wei nodded and sat on the throne.
However, Wu Wei quickly noticed something unusual.
Because he suddenly realized that Little Mara, who used to be a little afraid of him, was now approaching him very actively.
And she was actively smelling his scent…
Uh.
Something doesn't seem right.
Wu Wei frowned, stretched out two fingers, and pinched Little Mara in front of him.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Why are you suddenly smelling me?”
Faced with Wu Wei’s questioning, Little Mara was a little scared at first.
But when she saw Wu Wei’s scarlet vertical pupils, she gritted her teeth and answered Wu Wei.
“That… Lord, after you came back this time, the scent on your body has become very pleasant!”
“Scent? Pleasant?”
Hearing Little Mara say this, Wu Wei’s first reaction was whether he was dirty?
After all, what a Plague Weaver considers pleasant is definitely not pleasant in the conventional sense.
But just as Wu Wei was still smelling himself, Little Mara spoke again.
“That, Lord, you seem to have misunderstood!”
“What I mean by pleasant doesn’t refer to the ordinary scent on your body!”
“What I mean by pleasant refers to the scent of your soul.”
“Oh?”
“Souls have scents?”
Wu Wei heard this for the first time and couldn’t help but become curious.
“What did my soul smell like before?”
“And what does the scent emitted by my soul now smell like?”
“That’s right, souls have scents, and each life’s soul scent is different!”
Seeing that Wu Wei’s tone was relatively calm, Little Mara said happily.
“Your previous soul scent wasn’t pleasant.”
“It could even be said to be foul!”
“That foul feeling was like an extremely terrifying beast trapped in your body for countless years.”
“At that time, you gave me the feeling of being foul and twisted.”
“But now, your scent is completely different.”
Little Mara, who was only the size of a finger, lay on Wu Wei’s palm, wriggling her body while smelling Wu Wei’s scent.
“Your scent is like that beast, having undergone the baptism of the Abyss Mother.”
“The previous foulness and twistedness have all disappeared.”
“What has replaced it is a mellow fragrance condensed from the pure aura of the abyss.”
“This aura makes me, and all powerful abyss creatures, crave to approach you and gain your approval.”
“Like the past Abyss Dominators.”
“But…”
“This scent is gradually fading.”