The Demon Lord of those years was extraordinarily powerful, yet still ended up vanquished.
Even if you, Jun Moyan, beco the next Demon Lord, you’ll likely et the sa fate as Nie Jiuque.
Better a short pain than a long one.
Jun Moyan stood there for nearly a minute, and no one knew what he was thinking during that ti.
Feng Liyan only noticed that his leaving steps were hesitant, even difficult, and his silhouette no longer as carefree as before.
Feng Liyan withdrew his gaze from the study and sighed slightly, continuing to guard at the door.
After a while, footsteps echoed, and Feng Liyan looked to the staircase, seeing Bai Yi coming up, the look in his eyes akin to finding a savior.
Feng Liyan raised his eyebrows slightly; his mood, previously a bit gloomy, was instantly lifted as if clouds had parted.
Even though Feng Liyan noticed the significant change in his mood, he didn’t think much about it.
He thought to himself: This kid is really likable, just seeing him brightens my mood.
Bai Yi ran over with several steps, seeing Feng Liyan sitting on a chair guarding Jun Moyan’s door, sowhat curious, wondering whom he was guarding against.
"What are you doing here? Acting as a door god?"
"Standing guard."
"Standing guard? Guarding against what? Against whom?"
"Obviously against so ill-intentioned scoundrel trying to climb over walls at night."
"???" Bai Yi didn’t quite understand.
"What’s this, does a woman have a crush on the Third Young Master? Are you keeping watch for Miss Wen’s husband?"
"Keeping watch for her husband? I..."
Bah!
Feng Liyan stood up, about to smack Bai Yi on the head.
"Do you really think Jun Moyan is sothing special? Only my silly little... Ah, just that silly girl considers him a treasure. Soone like him, I wouldn’t even look at twice."
To be honest, disregarding everything, Feng Liyan had to admit that Jun Moyan’s looks and charisma were indeed unparalleled.
Even soone who had absolute confidence in his own appearance couldn’t help but glance a few more tis.
"You’re being a bit insincere. Our Third Young Master is famously attractive and wealthy. Not only won, but even n want to get close to him." Bai Yi felt that Feng Liyan couldn’t handle the existence of a man matching his own looks.
So even n can be this petty.
"What, do you want to?" Feng Liyan’s unfriendly gaze fixed on Bai Yi, his tone slightly ominous.
If Bai Yi dared to say "yes," he might be pounded until he doubted his life choices.
"I wouldn’t dare to. I wish for a peaceful life." Bai Yi waved his hands quickly, indicating this wasn’t sothing to joke about.
However, from his words and tone, it seed he’s not very fond of our Third Young Master.
Is it possible? Though Feng Liyan cos across as rather conceited, our Third Young Master isn’t any less impressive.
Can’t have standards that high, can you?
"So, what exactly are you doing here?"
"Guarding against that bastard Jun Moyan."
"Um..."
Bai Yi wanted to say: Miss Wen and our Third Young Master have been sharing a bed for months now; anything that should or shouldn’t happen has already happened. Isn’t it a bit late for guarding...?
But he didn’t dare to say it aloud.
He also understood Feng Liyan’s deep concern for his sister.
"So, until when are you planning to stand guard?"
"Until Jun Moyan falls asleep, then we’ll see." Once he’s asleep, he can’t cause trouble.
"Ah, how long will that take?" Bai Yi glanced toward the study.
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