I was going to see the Palace Master, so why is there a dark cloud overhead? Could it be that the Palace Master is in danger?
Anxious, Zhang Yuanqing immediately grabbed his phone and dialed the Zhisha Palace Master's number.
"Beep beep..." After a few seconds, the call connected, and a lazy, charming, and pleasant female voice came from the speaker: "I'm sleeping. Didn't we say we'd meet tonight? Do you miss me that much?"
Hearing this voice, Zhang Yuanqing was stunned. It was partly because the Palace Master was still in the mood for flirting, indicating there was no danger, and partly because of her tone.
In the past, when communicating with the Palace Master, she was always smiling, acting like an experienced and knowledgeable older sister, and her tone never changed.
Only when he questioned her about his father's past would she put away that frivolousness and become serious.
This was actually very abnormal. People have joys, sorrows, and emotions; it's impossible to have only one side.
The Palace Master of the past seemed to be deliberately suppressing her emotions, maintaining a monotonous personality to face him.
But now, the Palace Master's voice was soft, sweet, and lazy, like complaining that her boyfriend was disturbing her sleep. The crazy woman wasn't crazy anymore.
Zhang Yuanqing was sincerely delighted, which could reduce his guilt and prevent him from being hung up and beaten by the crazy older sister for saying the wrong thing.
"I want to come over now because I'm not sure if I'll be entering a dungeon today or tomorrow," Zhang Yuanqing said.
He was worried that he would enter the dungeon tonight.
Anyway, the matter at hand was over, so there was no need to drag it out until midnight. At this time, Guan Ya probably heard a woman's voice on the phone, picked up her nightgown, put it on, and walked over.
"Okay," the Palace Master's voice was still soft and sweet, "Come to the Hao Yinyue Hotel and wait for me."
Zhang Yuanqing didn't dare to waste any more time and hung up the phone.
Just as he pressed the hang-up button, Guan Ya's snow-white arms embraced him from behind, and she snatched the phone, humming and grumbling, "Whose call was that?"
She released her boyfriend's waist, glanced at the call history, and frowned: "Zhisha Palace Master?"
But she didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she opened the address book and searched for keywords such as "Fu Xue," "Mother-in-law," and "Auntie," but found nothing. Then she searched for "Girlfriend's Mom" and "Young Mother-in-law."
Zhang Yuanqing glanced sideways, silently watching her antics.
When he saw her enter "Girlfriend's Mom," he couldn't help but speak, teasingly saying, "Guan Ya-jie, you understand me."
Guan Ya "hmph"-ed, then opened the address book again, entered her mother's phone number, and confirmed that she hadn't added her as a friend. She returned the phone to her boyfriend.
"Guan Ya-jie, you're actually checking my phone. That doesn't seem like you," Zhang Yuanqing said, putting the phone in his pocket. "Are you worried that I'm contacting your mother privately?"
In his perception, Guan Ya was a very confident woman. Her figure, appearance, family background, and vision determined her confidence.
So she rarely got jealous, and she wasn't like those demure women who would check their boyfriend's phone from time to time.
Guan Ya hmph-ed again: "My mom's methods are too clever. I'm afraid you won't be able to resist the temptation. I don't want her to suddenly tell me one day that Yuan Shi Tianzun is your... Zhang Shushu."
"Then we can each address each other separately. I'll be your Zhang Shushu, and you'll be my girlfriend." Guan Ya pinched his face in anger: "You're still using memes?" "Aren't you the same?"
The two joked and played around, and soon rolled back onto the bed. Before long, the "creak" sound from the bed frame started again. Beijing.
In the basement, Lingjun sat cross-legged within a formation carved with spirit runes. Nine white candles were lit around the edge of the formation, burning with a faint green flame.
"Once the candles turn to bright flames, the ritual will be complete."
Victoria, with a good figure and pretty face, sat outside the formation and said, "What's the matter with coming back this time?"
Lingjun thought for a moment and confessed, "I found out some things about my Seventeenth Brother from back then."
"Your Seventeenth Brother?" Victoria recalled for a moment, remembering this long-ago acquaintance. "Ling Tuo, right? He pursued me back then, but unfortunately, I don't like naive, passionate men." Saying this, she glanced coldly at Lingjun.
Lingjun inexplicably felt a little guilty, cleared his throat, and told Victoria about the Xiaoyao organization's intelligence.
Victoria frowned deeply after listening: "You suspect the Sect Leader killed Ling Tuo?"
"I'm not sure. I returned to Beijing to investigate this matter," Lingjun said in a low voice. "My father is still in the dungeon. This is an opportunity, but I'm worried that his confidant elders will notice something is wrong, so I asked you to grant me the secrets of Taiyin."
Victoria sneered, "How can you be sure that I'm not your father's confidante?" "I can't be sure," Lingjun shook his head and sighed, "But if it's you, I'll have no regrets dying in your hands. Victoria, you're the only woman I've ever loved in this world."
"Tsk tsk, your ability to say sweet words is much better than back then."
"These aren't sweet words. My actions demonstrate my sincerity." Lingjun didn't continue and asked, "How much do you know about my Seventeenth Brother?"
After lunch, Zhang Yuanqing drove to the Hao Yinyue Hotel in the suburbs of Songhai. He immediately saw Gao Qian, the little rascal's uncle, acting as the receptionist.
Back then, because of the Xiahou family's matter, Gao Qian left the Pingtai Hospital's Obstetrics and Gynecology Department and disappeared without a trace. He didn't expect to be arranged here by the Zhisha Palace, doing the same work as Xiao Yuan.
"Long time no see," Zhang Yuanqing walked to the front desk and greeted him with a smile.
Gao Qian looked him up and down, sighing, "It's only been four months, but it feels like four years have passed."
Back then, you were just an intern working with a mixed-race beauty, and now you've become a high-profile figure attracting everyone's attention.
Zhang Yuanqing teased, "It's good that you're still alive. Oh, that mixed-race beauty is my girlfriend now. By the way, what level are you?"
"Not upgraded yet, only increased experience by 50%," Gao Qian smiled, "The dungeons I enter are all non-death types. For me, upgrading isn't key. Survival is the top priority." "That's right," Zhang Yuanqing nodded, "Which room is the Palace Master in?" "The leftmost room on the third floor," Gao Qian said, hesitating, then took a deep breath and asked, "Is... is he still there?"
Zhang Yuanqing smiled, "Of course he's still there. I can't bear to use him to fight."
He gently exhaled a mouthful of Taiyin Qi, which transformed into a round and cute baby on the counter.