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.

her around to face him. Immediately, she collapsed onto his

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

in his arms. Her eyes caught the light,

to get her hands out from inside the sleeves. Then she grinned with delight at her own hands,

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...

hands resumed groping and stroking his

effect on him. The way she touched him was so delicate, so tender... She was just like a playful

grew even colder,

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

could anyone even

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

fondling hands. "Willow Nason," he growled threateningly, "You'd

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

and asked, "Are you sure she didn't have anything to

Leon stammered,

have been some mushrooms growing on one of

as, um... as a side effect of