Chapter 773: Chapter 523: Bargaining (Looking for recommendation votes…)._3
Next, Fang Hao watched Dong Jiayue’s report from the side.
Occasionally, he would send her some weapons and equipment.
Meanwhile, Little White stayed quietly on the side, refilling the water cup with fruit wine from time to time.
She was like a petite maid.
Once Fang Hao closed the Book of Lords, Little White knew that he had finished his work.
Hearing the laughter downstairs, she squinted slightly.
She stumbled and accidentally knocked over the water cup on the table.
“Oh no, I’ve spilled the wine,” Little White exclaimed.
She quickly looked around but didn’t find any cloth to clean up the mess.
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So, she leaned over the table and extended her soft, delicate tongue to lick the wine flowing down the tabletop.
Her cute face blushed, her eyes seductive.
Her round bottom perked up, hidden by her not-so-long skirt that just covered her upper thighs.
Giving peeks glimpses and hints.
Her soft, fair thighs and round, upright figure filled the room with a special atmosphere.
Although Fang Hao was feeling a bit sleepy, seeing this scene stirred his heartbeat.
This vixen…
If anyone knew how to seduce people, it would be Little White.
She appeared innocent and cute, but her scheming mind was complex.
Her soft little tongue kept licking, her eyes darting to Fang Hao from time to time.
Her skirt swayed slightly.
Fang Hao walked straight behind her, lifting up her dangling skirt.
Little White’s eyes squinted, her body unconsciously swaying.
…
The next day!
Eira arranged for someone to clean a room in the Lord’s mansion for Little White.
And Little White, in return, accompanied Eira closely, always flattering her.
A white fox was actually a rare species among the Foxmen Tribe.
Plus, Little White was young and looked delicate and cute.
That was why Eira arranged for her to accompany Fang Hao.
Now that Little White had come back, she and Anjia returned to the room to see them together.
So, she arranged a room for her today.
Of course, Little White was overjoyed. She had been serving Eira happily since morning, taking over some of Eira’s work.
After breakfast.
Some went for patrol training, others went to learn from He Yueyi.
Everyone went about their own business.
…
Three days later.
At the Undead’s camp on Eight Peaks Mountain.
As the weather grew colder and colder, stepping outside the tent would feel like being sliced by a bone-chilling wind on the face.
Dong Jiayue stood in front of the tent, gazing as far as she could see.
Yang Xiaolan, standing next to her, pulled down her cotton hat and curiously asked, “Jia Yue, what are you looking at? When did Fang Hao say we would attack? It’s getting colder by the day.”
The usually fashionable Xiao Lan had lost her interest in dressing up.
All she cared about now was keeping warm, which was much more important than looking pretty.
They had received a large amount of weapons and ammunition from Fang Hao last night, planning to attack today, but for some unknown reason, the plan was suddenly postponed.
Dong Jiayue had been looking around, seemingly waiting for someone.
“Fang Hao said the hero would bring reinforcements, but where are they?” Dong Jiayue replied while scanning the surroundings.
At that moment, at the end of her line of sight, there suddenly appeared a caravan approaching them.
“They’re here,” Dong Jiayue exclaimed.
The others also turned to look in the direction.
They saw a golden caravan, as if made of pure gold, approaching them.
Dazzling to the eye.