Inside the giant Golden Shopping Basket on the fifth floor, Madame Red-Silk heard the words “Outdoor Plaza Screen” and still didn’t realize the disaster that was about to hit her.
Instead, she looked through the golden wire bars at Pei Xuan crouched right in front of her.
Even with her Rank 5 dantian numbed by the static-electricity zap, a lifetime of Joyous-Gold Sect training kicked in automatically.
Wait! Madame Red-Silk thought desperately as she stared at Pei Xuan’s handsome eighteen-year-old face. That barbarian General Tie Zhan was too stupid to fall for my charm, and that little girl with the golden abacus is a woman! But Pei Xuan himself is an eighteen-year-old boy! Even if my Qi is locked, my face just absorbed that divine Scorpion-Collagen Mud Mask and looks like an eighteen-year-old fairy’s!
Completely forgetting that the hair on top of her head was currently puffed out into a three-foot-wide black dandelion ball, Madame Red-Silk crawled forward on her hands and knees until her nose was an inch from the bars of the golden shopping basket.
She bit her lower lip (which was still shining with unpaid #101 Phoenix-Red Glow-Pearl Lipstick), tilted her head at a forty-five-degree angle, and squeezed two sparkling crocodile tears into the corners of her almond eyes.
