Ainsley didn't want to use her trump card this fast, but since the sacred guardian was indeed not an ordinary cat, she could only sit down cross-legged and started to use her charm power.
Shen Yong’s expression froze, like a rooster that had its neck grabbed. He fell silent for a long while, and the expression on his face kept changing. He instinctively wanted to get angry again and force Shen Hanxing to submit to him. But on the other hand, his rationality told him that it was not wise to get angry. Shen Hanxing would not fall for it at all.
Ming Feizhen pulled for dear life to stop his steed from bolting off. “Oh, never imagined Liu Shan Men’s captain would want to be an osmanthus cake seller.”
Finley might look like a boy outside, but he's still a young man inside. Of course, he wasn't flustered when Ainsley was around, because she's still only three years old.
Air pressure was actually a non-common ability, but people usually used it only for suppressing someone because it took a long time or a lot of energy to injure someone.
Ainsley gnawed the pillow and hit the bed with her tiny fists, wanting to vent her anger toward the Godfather because she simply couldn't beat the Godfather, right?
Ainsley saw those people had the same tattoo, a golden tiger crouching alone. The eyes of the tiger were blue, just like the colour of the pendant she was using.
"Anyway, let's observe the young miss. Those old foxes in the family might persuade her to choose them as her guardian. If the young miss picks the wrong guardian…" the blue-eyed elder expressed his worry.
Cellino couldn't help but raise his guards. Someone who had the aura of a sacred beast lingering around them would only be those from the 7 sacred families.