Chapter 167

He did not know if Long Ji would succeed, but he was certain that he himself would. Vane watched as Fusheng rose and immediately helped him dress. Fusheng leaned back lazily against him and called Vane "muer." He felt a bit saddened; his muer was unwilling to go to Targe with him. The clothes he wore were somewhat cumbersome, and Fusheng nonchalantly plucked off a gemstone and handed it to Baobao, who was sitting nearby. Because he was adorned with so many jewels, even Baobao was reluctant to lie against him, complaining that it poked his soft skin. Early on, Fusheng had boarded the private plane and arrived at the Zerg imperial palace. Because Fusheng was about to take the stage, the Zerg female attendants around him reached out to straighten his clothes, but Fusheng brushed them away. He didn't want them tidied; he would just be taking them off later anyway.