Chapter 687: Chapter 120: I Told You, I Don’t Take Clients!_3 Chapter 687: Chapter 120: I Told You, I Don’t Take Clients!_3 Even in deep sleep, they still curled up like silkworm babies cocooning themselves, with furrowed brows and undried tears hanging at the corners of their eyes.
Their fingers, pressed against each other, seed to be seeking comfort and support, the green and purple snake skin telling the brutal and inhumane treatnt the sisters had suffered.
Outside the bed, chaos reigned just as much, the stretched-out bird wings trembling, the elf-like pointed ears crimson as blood, and the rose-red skin revealed the lingering aftermath of unbearable conquest.
“You owe three months, and this little bit isn’t enough?”
Luo En sneered lightly, carefully untangled the purple-red snake tail wrapped around his waist, then lifted the colorful bird wings covering him, and leisurely got out of bed to pour himself a glass of honey water, quickly drinking it to replenish the fluids he had lost.
As the crisp sound of the water echoed in the room, Luo En glanced at the female imps on the bed with tangled tails and trembling wings, a fierce smile appearing on his face.
Awake? If you’re awake, then let’s continue!
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Want to sit at the booth, do you? Explode my Gold Coins, will you? I have to teach you a lesson this ti!
Just as Luo En was regrouping, ready to embark on the educational path for the female imps once more, a dull knocking sound ca from outside the door.
Seeing the familiar silhouette reflected on the window lattice, Luo En frowned.
“dusa? What are you doing here?”
“Soone wants to see you…”
At her words, Luo En’s expression darkened.
“I’ve already said, I’m not receiving guests.”
“Uh, it’s the Twin Gods from the Netherworld…”
dusa cautiously answered from outside.
Realizing he had misunderstood, Luo En coughed dryly and asked casually,
“The God of Death and the God of Sleep brothers, huh? What are they doing at War God Mountain?”
“They said they ca specially to visit you, also to see ‘that person’…”
dusa obediently repeated, emphasizing certain words.
Luo En narrowed his eyes, looking at the black circular divine seal on the back of his hand, understanding hit him.
After the battle with the giant, it seems the issue of his master staying as a guest on War God Mountain could no longer be hidden.
Sure enough, just as the order in the Netherworld was restored, the brothers, the God of Death and the God of Sleep, showed up.
But now, Luo En didn’t intend to continue hiding it.
After all, the pantheon of Gods from the Netherworld had openly sided with War God Mountain during the giant’s battle and had exerted great effort in defending Athens.
Given that they were allies in the sa boat, constant caution and deception were not advisable; it was better to have an open and honest discussion about so matters.
Quickly, Luo En made up his mind, instructing dusa with a stern voice from outside the door,
“Let little dea bring them to the sitting room to wait, I will be there shortly.”
Then, Luo En thought for a mont, turned his head towards the bed, and spoke to Circe, the high pupil of Hecate,
“Get up, stop pretending to sleep, and go et your two fellow disciples with little dea.”
Caught red-handed, Circe grudgingly opened her eyes, and clutching her swollen buttocks, carefully complained,
“My buttocks hurt, can I not go?”
“Ten days off your punishnt, plus three doses of basic materials for Alchemy experints.”
“Deal!”
Upon hearing the attractive offer, Circe imdiately perked up, sprang up, applied a Healing Spell to herself, got dressed, and rushed out the door.
This silly bird, so easily satisfied.
Luo En watched as Circe, clutching her buttocks, disappeared and chuckled to himself, then stood up, stepped out of the room, and walked deeper into War God Mountain.
Before the formal eting, he needed to “invite” his dear master out of hiding.
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