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While Chu Heng and the others heaved a sigh of relief, Yan Ye seemed to be especially happy. He was in a good mood. He raised his hand and rubbed Beiting Huangs head. He took a deep look at her and looked around. His face was extraordinarily handsome, but he always gave off an especially hazy feeling. âIn three months, there will be a big event in Yan City. Iâll invite everyone here in advance. If youâre still alive at that time, youâre welcome to attend!â
Almost everyone was dumbfounded. Wasnât His Highness the Night Kings invitation a little too⦠valiant? What did he mean by âif youâre still alive at that timeâ? It seemed that their heads were hanging on their belts and would fall off at any moment.
Only Dean Nan Ling did not seem to care about Yan Yeâs words at all. He nodded and smiled. âThank you for your invitation, Your Highness. Iâll definitely go then!â
As soon as Dean Nan Ling accepted the invitation, Xia Jian and the others hurriedly got up from the ground, afraid that Yan Ye would be angry if they agreed too slowly. They hurriedly agreed. Seeing Yan Yeâs face that was covered by a hazy halo, his extraordinarily handsome face had a distant and indifferent expression, as if he was looking at them as ants. Not only did these people not have any ill feelings in their hearts, but they were also looking for excuses for Yan Yeâs arrogant words. The Night King was indeed wise. The path of cultivation was heaven-defying. It was not easy for one to survive until tomorrow. Three months was indeed a little too long.
âHuangâer, arenât you going to send me out of the academy?â
The Lord of the Night held Beiting Huangs hand and stared at her with his amber and purple eyes. Seeing that Beiting Huang was silent and looking at him with a teasing gaze, the Lord of the Night looked at her in amusement and turned to Dean Nan Ling, who was standing at the side and staring at them with a smile. âDean Nan Ling, can you let Huanger send me out of the academy?â
Was he a guest? However, wasnât it too late for Yan Ye to be treated as a guest now? Who was the one who came over aggressively just now and could destroy the world with a wave of his hand?
There was no way Beiting Huang would make things difficult for Nan Ling. Without waiting for Nan Ling to say anything, he walked in front. Nan Ling turned around slightly and watched as Beiting Huang walked with Yan Ye. His figure was a little thin and even a little delicate. He couldnât help but feel especially emotional. A part of his heart sank and a thought surged into his mind. Perhaps his greatest achievement in his life was not becoming a Spiritual Grandmaster or bringing the Empire Academy to its current glory, but taking in Beiting Huang as a student.
âWhy are you free to come out today? Also, whatâs wrong with the clothes Iâm wearing?â Beiting Huang tugged at the clothes on her body angrily. The nine-petal spider lilies bloomed especially wantonly. Although they werenât as high-profile and eye-catching as the golden spider lilies on Yan Yeâs body, when the two of them walked together, one was gold and one was silver. They were both wearing clothes made black fabric. No matter how one looked at it, they looked like they were wearing a couple outfit.
âHuanger, donât you like it?â Yan Ye held Beiting Huangs hand gently. He didnât take a car or walk in the air. Instead, he walked slowly under the magnolia tree of the academy like an ordinary person. âThe Nine-Petal Red Spider Lily is the highest symbol of status in Yan City. Although you canât avoid being provoked on the continent with this outfit, no one will dare to take your life unless itâs absolutely necessary.â
âDo you think Iâll be afraid that someone will take my life?â Beiting Huang raised her eyebrows, tilted her head, and looked at Yan Ye with a faint smile.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âIâm not afraid!â
However, she had never been protected like this in her previous life..