My Four Miraculous Treasures

Chapter 374

The door to his private gallery was wide open. When Jasper stepped inside, what he saw caused his expression to become colder and sharper than it had ever been before.

The whole floor was strewn with broken shards of porcelain and jade. Ancient masterpieces of brushwork had been torn apart and... chewn up?

Leon Freeman, following behind his master, gasped in horror at the sight of this

scene.

There Willow stood, in the middle of the main hall, holding a porcelain vase. She peered at it curiously for a moment, then lifted it up and gnawed on it experimentally. Unable to actually bite off any of it, she muttered something in disappointment, and then tossed it over her shoulder without a second thought.

With his heart in his throat, Leon lunged forward... but he wasn't able to catch it in time, and the vase shattered to smithereens upon the floor, breaking Leon's heart together with it.

Sparing no mind to his suffering, Willow bunny-hopped across the room, hands half-raised like a pair of rabbit paws, and then tore down another priceless painting from the wall.

His heart throbbing and pounding madly, Leon turned around slowly, in fearful trepidation, to see how Jasper was taking all this...

Jasper had become the eye of a swirling psychic storm, the expression upon his face as dark and frosty as a winter's night, his handsome features drawn tight into a grim look of murderous intent.

hall, he caught hold of Willow by the wrist and spun her around to face him. Immediately, she collapsed onto his broad

the sleeves so long that they reached well past her own hands. She flapped the floppy ends of those sleeves against his face for a bit, beaming up at him adoringly. With a sugary sweet voice, she said, "A man..... and a woman... all alone together, here on the lonely moon!

merciless gaze, Jasper coldly regarded the woman in his arms. Her eyes caught the light, and

to fidget restlessly, struggling until she managed to get her hands out from inside the sleeves. Then she grinned with delight at her own hands, as though they were the most adorable things she'd ever clapped eyes

to nuzzle her noze against his cheek. Evidently, this was intended to look cute. "Hey, mister... you're such a pretty thing... you know, you can take me, if you want... right here, right now... no one has to

against him, her hands resumed

an effect on him. The way she touched him was so delicate, so

tightened. His aura grew even colder, even more

By now, his back was already slick with cold sweat. Jasper was a volcano about to blow, and Willow dared

could anyone even think to call him a 'pretty thing'-or any sort

was about to witness the tragic and violent demise of a foolish young woman. He

"Willow Nason," he growled threateningly, "You'd

It's so scary!" Even as Willow said this, she

turned to Leon and asked, "Are you

Leon stammered,

one of the trees...

hallucinations as, um... as a side effect of