390: A stunningly beautiful battleground!

The night at Cloud Top Villa was scorched scorching hot by hundreds of luxurious crystal chandeliers.

The scent of wine, mixed with the fragrance of makeup and perfume capable of sending any man's adrenaline soaring, fermented in the air.

Seated around this massive long table, which could accommodate thirty people, were not business tycoons or political celebrities, but a group of stunning enchantresses capable of reducing all the world's beauty pageant winners to dust.

"Come on, drink!"

Rose stepped on her chair, her long legs, wrapped in black leather pants, resting wantonly on the edge of the table. Holding a draft beer mug larger than her face, she shouted at the person opposite her with bold, heroic spirit:

"Irina! You golden-haired, long-eared thing, weren't you acting all high and mighty in the dungeon earlier? What's the matter? Did you turn into a coward as soon as you reached the drinking table?"

Irina elegantly cut the medium-rare piece of top-grade Wagyu beef on her plate. Her golden eyelashes fluttered slightly, but she didn't even lift her eyelids.

"Crude."

She set down her knife and fork, picked up the glass of blood-red wine in front of her, and swirled it gently, her tone carrying an arrogance carved into her bones:

"We Elves value style when tasting wine; only you humans drink like beasts."

After saying this, she tilted her blindingly white swan-like neck and downed the red wine in one gulp, finally lifting her chin provocatively at Rose.

Her golden eyes shimmered with moisture, clearly already three parts tipsy.

"Hey! Who are you calling a beast?"

Rose was about to lash out when a small hand from the side tugged at her.

"Sister Rose, would you like to eat a carrot? This one is super sweet!"

Xiao Wu was curled up in the spacious chair, her long pink hair hanging down behind her, her two rabbit ears twitching with every chewing motion.

She wasn't wearing shoes.

That pair of snow-white feet, which Su Mo had identified as "God-Tier," were resting brazenly on the dark red velvet cushion, ten pink, rounded toes restlessly gripping the edge of the chair, looking dangerously, purely seductive.

"Eat, eat, eat, all you know is how to eat."

Su Mo sat at the head of the table, holding the lazy, Persian cat-like Shen Yufu in his arms while also having to deal with Luo Xiaorou, who kept leaning over to ask to be fed.

He glared at Xiao Wu, though his gaze lingered for two seconds on her dangling little feet.

"The space under the table is empty; don't step on the chair, you'll catch a cold."

Xiao Wu blinked her large eyes, looking completely innocent:

"But... Su Mo, aren't you the one who likes to grab my... I just wanted to put them closer to you."

"Pfft—"

Qin Lan, who was drinking soup, spat it out, choking until her face turned bright red.

The women at the table fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter loud enough to lift the roof.

Even Anastasia, who had been sitting upright to Su Mo's left, cold and gorgeous as a ten-thousand-year-old iceberg, couldn't help but let a playful curve appear on her face.

This Main God Level Queen had rarely taken off her pitch-black court dress tonight, changing into a purple evening gown with a high slit.

Her silver hair was casually tied into a bun, with a few stray strands hanging over her collarbones—lazy, noble, and carrying an oppressive aura that made people's legs go weak.

She toyed with an empty wine glass in her hand and laughed:

"The King Consort's taste is truly as... unique as ever."

Su Mo's face flushed, he coughed twice, and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Ahem! Um... everyone, eat well and drink well! Today, we won't stop until we're drunk!"

At the very end of the long table, a figure who seemed out of place sat straight and stiff.

Long Xiya.

This Valkyrie, who killed without blinking on the battlefield, was like a country girl who had just arrived in the city, not knowing where to put her hands and feet.

She was still wearing her partially damaged crimson dragon armor, stained with the residue of gunpowder and blood, creating a stark, tragic contrast with the fragrant, beautiful scene in the room.

She lowered her head, staring at the exquisite salad in front of her, the fork in her hand already bent from her grip.

Too... too shameful!

How is this a victory banquet? This is clearly Su Mo's "concubine selection site"!

Look at all the women in this room!

Elves, Rabbit Girls, foreign beauties, mature women, lolis... and even a Main God Level Queen!

What am I doing, stuck in the middle?

That so-called "Dragon Knight" contract...

Thinking of the meaningful look Su Mo gave her in the dungeon, Long Xiya felt as if ten thousand ants were crawling all over her body, her face burning hot enough to fry an egg.

"Shia, why aren't you eating? Not to your taste?"

A gentle but somewhat anxious voice sounded in her ear.

Long Xiya looked up and saw her father—the Head of the Long Family, Long Zhantian—standing behind her, holding a wine glass with a fatherly smile.

In the nearby side hall, the old foxes from the Lei Family, Xiao Family, and Ye Family were craning their necks to look over, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

"Dad... I'm not hungry."

Long Xiya put down the fork that had turned into a pretzel, and agitatedly smoothed her fiery red hair, "I want to go back and change my clothes first."

"Change what clothes? This is great! Heroic and spirited! It has personality!"

Long Zhantian pressed down on his daughter's shoulder with surprising strength, as if afraid that this only "bargaining chip" might run away.

He lowered his voice, his usually dignified and scholarly face filled with anxiety and frustration at her lack of ambition.

"My silly daughter! Where did that cleverness you usually show when fighting go?"

"Look around you!"

Long Zhantian pointed vaguely at the group of beauties on the table,

"The competition is so fierce! That Elf captain's legs are longer than yours, right? That Rabbit Girl is more tender than you, right? And that Queen... she's a true god!"

"Although our Long Family is the head of the aristocratic families, here with Su Mo, you are our only advantage!"

Long Xiya's mouth twitched, and the vein on her forehead throbbed.

"Dad, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"You don't understand what I'm trying to say?"

Long Zhantian gritted his teeth, stopped pretending, and laid it out plainly: "What happened with you and Su Mo... Dad knows. Although I don't know the specific details, judging by that kid's look, he definitely didn't make you his bodyguard."

"Since the die is cast, we must take the initiative!"

"Take advantage of everyone being here tonight, go over quickly, toast Su Mo, and by the way..."

Long Zhantian winked, his expression so lewd that Long Xiya wanted to call the police, "By the way, suggest to him that if he doesn't mind, we can get things done tonight!"

"Our Long Family's daughter, even if she is to be... she must be a favored one!"

"Snap!"

The corner of the solid wood dining table in Long Xiya's hand was snapped off by her forcefully.

She looked at her own father in disbelief, her golden vertical pupils filled with the shock of "Are you crazy?"

"Dad! I am your own daughter! Are you that eager to sell me off?!"

"What do you mean sell? This is called a strong alliance! This is called working for the family's revival!"

Long Zhantian was also anxious, his face red and neck thick as he roared in a low voice: "Look at that old guy from the Lei Family, he was just asking me if Su Mo likes men! He said he was going to send Thunder Breaks Heaven to get a sex change! If we don't hurry up, we won't even get to drink the soup!"

"And..."

Long Zhantian suddenly sighed, his eyes becoming somewhat complex, yet somewhat gratified.

"Shia, Dad knows your temperament best."

"From childhood to now, which of the young talents in the capital hasn't had their legs broken by you? Which one dares to look you in the eye?"

"You are a wild horse; besides a madman like Su Mo who dares to hammer even gods, in this world... who else can tame you?"

"Following him, you won't be wronged. Following him, you can see a broader sky."

Long Xiya was stunned.

The wooden block in her hand turned into powder, falling rustlingly from between her fingers.

She looked at the man in the distance, who was surrounded by a group of beauties, smiling with an expression that begged to be punched.

Tame her?

Yes.

Besides this bastard, who else could make her willingly lower her head and sign that soul contract?