Chapter 176: Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 176: Having a Nightmare

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

When Qianqian finally arrived at the dining hall, she discovered everyone inside had already gathered. They all sat quietly in their own seats, silently eating their meals; the entire dining hall held only the faint sounds of chewing and utensils clinking.

Qianqian walked unhurriedly to her own seat and sat down, beginning to eat slowly and chew thoroughly. She only ate until about seventy percent full before putting down her bowl and chopsticks, thinking that she still needed to take a nap later; if she ate too full she might feel uncomfortable. After the meal was finished, everyone rose and left the dining hall one after another, each returning to their own rooms to rest.

Qianqian also rose slowly, walking toward Wufangyuan with a somewhat lazy gait. Along the way, sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves and scattered across the ground, forming patches of dappled light and shadow.

A gentle breeze brushed her hair strands, bringing threads of coolness. However, before she could even enter Wufangyuan, drowsiness surged over her like a tide, making her yawn incessantly.

The moment she stepped into the room, Qianqian saw Yan Shuang'er lying on the bed waiting for her to nap together. The two exchanged a smile, then lay down side by side. Not long after, Qianqian entered dreamland, sleeping very soundly.

But just then, something strange happened. In her dream, Qianqian saw her younger brother Yan Jie riding in a carriage heading to the Imperial Study. Inside the carriage, Yan Jie wore a small bookbag on his back, his head nodding repeatedly; he looked about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, a figure flashed into the carriage like a ghost. It turned out this person was actually a bandit! Because he had committed crimes and was wanted by the authorities, he was currently fleeing in panic.

Happening to pass by this place, he saw that the carriage Yan Jie rode in was ornately decorated and extremely luxurious, and guessed it must belong to a wealthy noble family; so without the slightest hesitation he leapt inside.

Yan Jie, who had been dozing, was startled awake by this uninvited guest's sudden intrusion. He stared in terror at the man before him wielding a sharp blade, looking fierce and malevolent, and was instantly so frightened he didn't dare breathe.

Seeing this, the bandit immediately pressed the sharp knife in his hand against Yan Jie's slender neck, and lowered his voice to threaten: "Brat, tell your servants to drive the carriage out of the city at once! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

Yan Jie was terrified to the extreme, but dared not disobey that fierce man's order, so he could only hurriedly order the coachman to speed up.

All along the way, that sharp knife remained pressed tightly against Yan Jie's neck; the icy touch sent chills down his spine. As time passed, a bright red mark had already appeared on his neck, as if it would break the skin and bleed at any moment.

When they reached the city gate, the guards began strictly inspecting each passing pedestrian and vehicle one by one. When it came time to inspect the carriage Yan Jie rode in, they happened to see Yan Jie being held hostage by a strange man.

Seeing this, the strange man's face revealed a savage expression, and he roared at the guards: "If you dare not let me out of the city, I'll slaughter this guy right now!"

However, the guards were completely unmoved; one of them even coldly replied: "Hmph, kill him then. As long as we can capture you, the one million taels of silver the higher-ups offered as a reward will be ours! What does a mere human life count for?"

Hearing these words, the strange man's face instantly changed; he hadn't expected these guards to be so heartless, completely disregarding Yan Jie's life.

Seeing the threat was useless, he steeled his heart; the knife in his hand slashed fiercely, and in an instant only a "pu-chi" sound was heard — Yan Jie's neck instantly sprayed a string of crimson blood beads, scattering in the air, forming a shocking, heart-stopping scene.

Simultaneously, Qianqian in her sleep seemed to suffer an enormous fright; she screamed "Ah!", abruptly opened her eyes, and bolted upright from the bed. Her forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat, her chest heaved violently, she gasped for breath in great gulps, clearly still not recovered from the nightmare just now.

Meanwhile, Yan Shuang'er beside her was also startled awake by Qianqian's sudden action; she rubbed her sleepy eyes, looking at Qianqian's face full of fear and drenched in sweat, and asked concernedly: "Qianqian, what's wrong with you? Did you have a nightmare?"

Qianqian was currently at a complete loss, utterly unable to answer Yan Shuang'er's question; she threw herself straight into Yan Shuang'er's embrace, her voice trembling with sobs: "Third Elder Sister... I... I had a nightmare... so scary... wuwuwu..."

Yan Shuang'er, frantic with worry, hurriedly reached out, gently patting Qianqian's back, and lowered her voice to the utmost, comforting her softly: "It's just a nightmare, don't be afraid; those terrifying scenes are all fake and unreal."

Although she spoke such comforting words, in reality Qianqian felt that the spine-chilling scene just now of Yan Jie being tragically killed kept flashing back and forth in her mind like a nightmarish specter.

At this moment, Qianqian's small mouth was wide open, desperately gasping in great gulps, while in her heart she secretly swore an oath — no matter what, she must bravely take over the Dark Guard Camp, and do her utmost to protect every single person inside it!

After calming her mood slightly, Qianqian slowly said: "Third Elder Sister, I can't sleep anymore; I'm going to find Father King to cultivate now."

Yan Shuang'er couldn't help feeling a bit surprised, her face showing puzzlement as she asked further: "Why so actively diligent today?" Qianqian giggled, mischievously scratching her own little head, then replied cheerfully: "Because Father already promised me; today he's going to personally teach me the method of practicing lightness skill. Once I master it, I'll be able to fly freely in the sky like a bird!"

Hearing this, Yan Shuang'er suddenly understood, gently nodding in response: "So that's how it is." Finished speaking, she said no more, turned over and lay back on the bed, preparing to take advantage of this time to rest a bit more. After all, last night she had been tossed about by Qianqian so much that she truly hadn't rested well.

On the other side, Qianqian, full of joy and with hurried steps, rushed straight for the Princess Consort's courtyard. Before even stepping through the courtyard gate, her clear and pleasant shouting voice had already impatiently traveled into the room: "Father, Father..." An Wang, inside the room, hearing the sound, hurriedly stepped out with quick steps, asking concernedly: "What is it, Qianqian?"

Qianqian said to Father with full joy: "Father, you promised before to teach me lightness skill!" An Wang smiled in reply: "Then alright, let's go to the martial training ground." Thus, father and daughter walked side by side, heading toward the martial training ground.