Chapter Thirty-Seven: Wen Shan Ascends

  The next day, Xiaoyan reluctantly woke up with a million unwillingness, but her biological clock accurately awakened her from her sleepy state. She rubbed her temples and slowly sat up, then maintained this posture on the bed for nearly three minutes before getting up to wash up in the bathroom.

  The whole process was watched by Ao Yuan with a single frame, and he secretly hid in his chair, holding back his laughter until it hurt.

  Xiaoyan is most fun when she's half asleep, no matter how you tease her, she'll just look at you innocently with her drowsy eyes.

  But if you're unlucky and wake her up... then please accept the wrath of Xia Yunfei, a demon who hasn't fully shaken off her morning grumpiness.

  Die young and save yourself from old age.

  As soon as Xiaoyan came out of the bathroom wiping her face with a towel, Ao Yuan knew she was completely awake. He asked her in a tone that was obviously gloating, "Does your head hurt?"

  "Nonsense, I haven't had a hangover like this since I thoroughly learned how to drink." Xia Yunfei irritably threw the towel onto the bed and then flopped himself down on the bed, rubbing his hair in annoyance. "My head is going to explode from the pain."

  "How many years of wine have you drunk, I'm telling you." Ao Yuan muttered to himself, but Xia Yu Fei sat down beside her and helped her massage her temples, with a hint of spiritual energy in his hands, "You deserve to die from the pain."

  Xiaoyan felt relieved, like a cat basking in the sun with its eyes narrowed, as if scratching her chin would make her purr contentedly: "I survived, I survived~"

  "How much did you drink yesterday?"

  "There aren't many... It's just that Lan Ruoxue later ordered a bottle of white wine, and in the end, I was the one who drank it all. Whether it's beer or white wine, I'm basically not getting drunk, but when they're mixed together, I just can't take it." Xia Yu Fei took out his phone and sent Zhang Xuan a text message, "I feel like my brain cells are dying off quickly."

  Although I don't want to remind you... but last night before you went out, you said that today you would reserve your brain cells for the Wen family.

  "Ao yuan I'm begging you to give me a quick death... I don't know how to face that mentally damaging Miss Wen and her family... save me..."

  After being massaged by Ao Yuan, Xia Yu Fei felt that her headache had improved a lot. She shook her head and began to study the matter: "Hey Ao Yuan, if what we're looking for is indeed in that sunken ship, can you sense it?"

  "Not necessarily." Ao Yuan sat back in his chair, hands clasped together, and his tone returned to normal. "Ghost King may not have left any sealed aura arrays on those things, but if that thing is nearby, even a weak sense of it will be felt."

  Xia Yanfei habitually pinched her chin: "This is hard to find."

  "Can you let me finish speaking?" Ao Yuan raised an eyebrow.

  "Oh, you go on."

  "Because you're now under the influence of the yin-yang dragon jade, perhaps your intuition about what we're looking for is more sensitive than mine. And who knows, maybe like last time at the Snake Mound, you'll inexplicably be drawn to it." Ao Yuan said this as Xia Yu's brow furrowed even tighter: "Please don't jinx us, one experience was enough, I'm serious."

  After hearing this, Ao Yuan couldn't help but laugh softly. However, when he collected himself and looked at Xia Yifei, the solemnity in his tone was clear to everyone: "No matter where or when, even if it's in front of the King of Hell in the underworld, I will do everything in my power to keep you safe."

  If it were an ordinary girl, she might have been moved by this sentence and even agreed to marry him. But Xia Yu Fei rubbed her temples, her expression twisted to a degree that had never been seen before: "You don't need to promise me safety, can you just return me to a normal life?!"

  Ao Yuan felt that the atmosphere he had built up was not as good as throwing a stone into the water, at least there would be some sound.

  Then Ao Yuan silently seethed with anger and resentment.