Chapter 792

One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Aqing’s Tender Haven [End of Month, Requesting Double Moon Tickets]

At dusk, on the bed, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and asked:

“Hmm? What is it?”

Aqing whispered:

“I asked my master to allow me to return daily, without having to stay in the Lady’s Palace every day...”

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, but the girl’s slender hands soon smoothed it away.

He asked:

“Will Zhi Shuang agree? She’s so controlling.”

Aqing nodded, then shook her head:

“My master said yes, not”

At dusk, on the bed, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and asked:

“Hmm? What is it?”

Aqing whispered:

“I asked my master to allow me to return daily, without having to stay in the Lady’s Palace every day...”

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, but the girl’s slender hands soon smoothed it away.

He asked:

“Will Zhi Shuang agree? She’s so controlling.”

Aqing nodded, then shook her head:

“My master said yes, not”

At dusk, on the bed, Ouyang Rong closed his eyes and asked:

“Hmm? What is it?”

Aqing whispered:

“I asked my master to allow me to return daily, without having to stay in the Lady’s Palace every day...”

Ouyang Rong frowned slightly, but the girl’s slender hands soon smoothed it away.

He asked:

“Will Zhi Shuang agree? She’s so controlling.”

Aqing nodded, then shook her head:

“My master said yes, not”

They were all fans of Prince’s Lone Sword, and seeing Lone Sword drive back Sword Eighteen—the demon-like swordsman—with a single strike, they were ecstatic.

A golden orb soared into the sky, solidifying midair into a colossal mechanical beast, then slowly descended to the ground.

The next day, coincidentally, there was class at school. Luo Yan hadn’t attended for several days, and surprisingly, though he once hated classes, after spending days in the hospital, he found them rather interesting and missed them a little. So today, he resolved to attend his morning class properly.

He “finished” his science lesson, then struggled to shift his gaze to the golden-haired boy, who blinked his beautiful eyes, propped his chin on both hands, and watched him with eager interest.

Luo Yan flicked out his sleeve blade and slashed horizontally across the throat. The thug’s blood sprayed out; the other thug was also dispatched by a dagger from Blood Rose. Both thugs collapsed at once.

But its mouth did not carry the test tube Li Si wanted; instead, behind it came Gwenn, looking somewhat weary, holding a test tube filled with red liquid.

At this moment, under the dim twilight sky, a fine drizzle began to fall, soaking through my thin garment and tugging at my wounds.

Fang Mu’s expression was grim, but considering everyone’s time was precious, he suppressed his irritation and continued explaining the mission.

This year’s Sea Sacrifice altar was moved from the seashore to the Heaven-Sea Square before the Lord’s Manor. People were astonished by the decision; only a few knew how dangerous the seashore had become.

The gangster kicked Li Fa Cai hard in the stomach. Li Fa Cai stood firm as a towering tree, unmoved; the gangster, however, clutched his leg in pain and rolled on the ground.

But in his panic, Luo Hou no longer cared about such things—his immediate priority was to break the Zhuxian Sword Array before those troublemakers arrived, retrieve the sword and the map, or else he’d have no time to deal with those Daomeigui .

Ahead, Lu Yunxiong and Duanmu Chao hurried toward the White Tiger House with the eagle; the White Tiger House was nearly in sight.

Kaiser and the others stood aside, infected by the intense unease, unable to suppress their worry.

If this chaos continues, who could endure it? Especially since Lin Tianyao is now at an age nearly identical to the peak of adolescence, a normal stage of development.

Murmuring to himself, Changmen unconsciously shook his head—if Otsutsuki Kaguya’s path to godhood truly relied on faith, then she should not stand opposed to all living beings.

Gao Ming, seeing them defer to each other, called out Su Han’s name: “Su Han, since this is your matter, you speak.”

Yan Kuo Hai raised his great sword; the other five armored warriors simultaneously raised their crossbows. Their mission was to prevent anyone from entering the secret realm—no matter the cost, even if it meant sacrificing their lives. And since the one to be sacrificed was merely Luo Lie’s life, these tomb guardians did not care.

Ye Qinghong paused here, for she saw the host of the day, Bai Yunfei, arriving to greet guests. Bai Yunfei wore a dark blue lapel robe, over which he draped a black satin lamb-skin vest, black round-toe cloth shoes, and the only ornament was a silver pocket watch.

If they hadn’t reminded her, she wouldn’t have realized these people had such intentions—she had almost been deceived.