Chapter 1722 - Face-slapping, Round 8 (5)

She knew all of Sefiro’s tricks.

Sefiro didn’t expect an answer from “Catnine,” and she murmured, “What poison did she use? How do I neutralize it? Why didn’t she just kill me with a potent one? Why did she use this one?”

Feng Wu laughed inwardly when she saw how distressed Sefiro was.

The poison she gave Sefiro wasn’t all that potent. It came from the tail of a Red Snake Scorpion, but she had refined it with her special technique, making it colorless and odorless, so Sefiro couldn’t detect it.

As for why this poison...

Because Feng Wu wasn’t going to let Sefiro die just yet. If Sefiro died, she could only do so after the race was over.

It was the scorpion’s venom that was causing that itchy and prickly feeling to ensure that Sefiro wouldn’t be able to reach the finish line before Feng Wu did.

She still wanted to take all of Sefiro’s wealth, so of course she wouldn’t let her win.

Meanwhile, Sefiro grabbed Feng Wu’s hands in excitement and cried out, “Catnine! Catnine!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Feng Wu looked at Sefiro in bewilderment.

Sefiro looked excited when she said, “Catnine, carry me!”

Feng Wu feigned a surprised voice. “What?”

Sefiro couldn’t hide her excitement. “Catnine, carry me down the hill! I’ll reward you generously after I defeat Feng Wu!”

Feng Wu gave Sefiro a strange look.

Even if she were to do that, she would still throw Sefiro to the ground a few meters before the finish line.

The thought of that scene almost made her feel sorry for Sefiro.

Sefiro had no idea that the person she was placing all her hopes on was Feng Wu herself. Grabbing “Catnine,” she yelled, “Quickly! Carry me!”

“But...” Feng Wu looked at Sefiro and feigned a troubled look. “Your Highness, I came here to find some herbs.”

Luckily, Feng Wu had all the equipment with her.

She had taken all the treasures when she raided Catnine’s secret stash.

And one of the shelves contained equipment for picking herbs.

So Feng Wu took it.

Sefiro grabbed the basket on Feng Wu’s back and threw it away, the herbs in it scattering everywhere. To make it real, Feng Wu had prepared everything.

However, at that moment —

They heard hasty footsteps.

Sefiro and Feng Wu turned to look.

A black figure ran toward them.

Frightened, Sefiro almost screamed. She then shoved Feng Wu in front of her as a shield.

Feng Wu frowned and smirked.

Good job, Sefiro! Despite what you say, you still love yourself the most! thought Feng Wu.

“Who are you? What do you want?!” Sefiro could sense the killing intent which the black man was radiating.

“I’m Sefiro, the princess of the Senal Grassland! What do you want? I can give you anything! Just stay away from me!”

Sefiro’s voice trembled.

That man was none other than Six himself.

Six used to be a handsome man, but...