In the secret chamber of Black Dragon Castle, Xiahou Que's wild laughter echoed.
On his knees, Xiahou Que respectfully said to the Black Dragon, "Thank you, Lord Black Dragon. This time, I will definitely kill Wang Yan to uphold the name of the Black Dragon Association."
At this moment, a black spider demon pattern hovered above Xiahou Que's head. Beside the demon pattern, an orange Soul Star was slowly spinning.
Black Dragon nodded and said, "Killing Wang Yan is secondary. Don't forget your mission, to integrate the Four Great Clans and unify Wanghai City—do you understand?"
Xiahou Que nodded and said, "Lord, I understand."
Wang Yan, together with Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, returned to Wanghai Noble School.
At this time, the sky had turned dark. The campus was deserted, and the three got out of the car, walking slowly towards the dormitory building.
Walking side by side, the distant full moon cast a silver glow over them, painting them in hues of silver.
The three were already attractive, and now they looked even more enchanting.
Silence enveloped the surroundings, only the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze, like the soft playing of a piano, enchanting and captivating.
The three seemed to be affected by the beautiful environment, remaining silent yet deeply feeling the presence of the person beside them.
Their shadows stretched long on the ground, the round moon above looking like a beautiful painting.
After the recent ball, they had experienced close contact, and now suddenly quieted down, each felt a strange sensation in their hearts, wanting to say something, yet lacking the courage to break this peace.
At this moment, Wang Yan suddenly stopped, his expression serious as he turned to look into the distance. The direction he gazed at was towards Black Dragon Castle.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting also stopped and asked, "Brother Wang Yan, what's wrong?"
With a solemn face, Wang Yan said, "I feel a murderous intent coming, and this intent seems targeted at both of you."
Ouyang Feiting asked, "Who is it? Could it be Xiahou Que?"
Beiming Xue smiled and said, "I am not afraid. With Brother Wang Yan here, I fear nothing."
Wang Yan nodded and said, "But obvious threats are easy to avoid, hidden ones hard to defend against. I don't want you to be endangered anymore."
Beiming Xue smiled, "That's great, we can stay by each other at all times."
Ouyang Feiting also nodded with a smile, "Yes, the three of us never separate, so you can always protect us."
Seeing the smiles of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting, especially hearing their words, Wang Yan felt a warmth rise in his heart, quickly dispelling his previous heaviness.
Suddenly, Wang Yan felt an impulse to hold Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's hands.
Wang Yan immediately reached out, aiming for both of their hands.
But just as his hands were about to touch theirs, only an inch away, Wang Yan suddenly stopped.
His hands paused nervously in mid-air, fingertips even trembling slightly.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting noticed Wang Yan's action, instantly understanding what he intended, and an eagerly awaited happiness flooded their hearts, making them heartbeat rapidly, their cheeks flushed.
But, seeing Wang Yan's face showing struggle, hesitation, and wandering, just as he was about to grab their hands, he slowly retracted them.
Yet, after pulling back, Wang Yan's enthusiasm surged, prompting him to extend his hands again, only to stop halfway once more.
His hands stretched out, pulled back, then stretched out again, busy but unable to touch Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's skin.
Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting saw Wang Yan's indecision and agony, yearning to grab Wang Yan's hands right away.
Beiming Xue, always a good girl, had her face flushed, hands clutched together in front of her, her body stiff, unable to move.
Though Ouyang Feiting was known as the Little Witch, she fared no better. She bit her lower lip, eyes glistening as if tears were about to flow, her bright eyes looking at Wang Yan with reproach.
"Brother Wang Yan, you fool!"
The same cries and grievances echoed in Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's minds, while Wang Yan's thoughts were equally conflicted and bemused.
"What's wrong with me? What do I want to do?"
"What is going on? I can't control myself."
"This feeling is so wonderful, I desperately want to hold their hands..."
"To grab or not to grab--"
Wang Yan's mind was tumultuous, even breaking out in a sweat on his forehead, looking as if the earlier battle with Xiahou Que was less taxing.
At this time, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting simultaneously lifted their heads, giving Wang Yan a gentle look filled with some expectation, longing, love, and slight allure.
Both were astonishing beauties, their looks unique, now showing the same expression that made Wang Yan's blood boil.
Wang Yan felt a weak electric wave flow into his heart, making it tingle and numb. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NovᴇlFir(e).nᴇt
Courage surged in Wang Yan's heart. He raised his hands, reaching for the long-awaited, soft, jade-like hands of Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting.
Seeing this, Beiming Xue and Ouyang Feiting's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, smiling as their lips and brow corners were filled with joy.
As Wang Yan's hands were about to clasp theirs, suddenly, a whooshing sound came from behind them, followed by an arrogant voice shouting, "Wang Yan, I shall have my revenge!"
As soon as this was said, it was still far from the trio, but as these six words spilled out, the voice drew closer, louder, reaching Wang Yan's back in just a moment.
In the midst of summoning courage to hold their hands, Wang Yan was suddenly interrupted, feeling irritated.
Upon hearing the voice behind him, Wang Yan needed no careful discernment, instantly knowing it was Xiahou Que, who he had just defeated.
Though inclined to ignore Xiahou Que, the sound of the rushing wind revealed Xiahou Que was already behind him.
Wang Yan gritted his teeth, turned around, his eyes flaming with anger, shouting, "Doom Bringer, why do you always come at the wrong time."