Chapter 388: Chapter 388

The video of "Aiyo Storytelling" went viral online, making the public well aware of what happened inside the Black Lotus Mountain instance. People were amazed by Nangong Yan’s chess-playing skills and decisive actions, as well as Brother Dog’s extraordinary ability to clear the instance and defeat the boss on his own.

Some even started to ship them as a couple, such as...

The breathtakingly beautiful chess-playing Monarch VS the arrogant, carefree young General taking on the world.

"Look, in such a short time, fanart of us has already come out." Nangong Yan sat on a stool in front of the bed, flipping through the Light Brain with a satisfied smile, clearly pleased with the CP trend online.

Qian Qi had just made the bed and curiously leaned over to take a look, instantly turning as incredulous as an old man on the subway looking at a phone, "...Why is your face drawn so handsome, while I’m wearing a dog’s head mask?"

Nangong Yan pondered for two seconds, "Maybe they think after drawing your face, they wouldn’t be able to ship it anymore."

Qian Qi slapped the back of Nangong Yan’s head.

"Ouch, gently." Nangong Yan wasn’t annoyed by the hit. He pointed to the table beside them where Su Ang had sent over some medicine for bruises, "Aren’t you going to apply it? Little Commander Su had it sent to us during the instance, quite thoughtful indeed."

"I’ll apply it later." Qian Qi crawled under the covers, waving his hand at Nangong Yan, "Go on, I’m going to sleep, I’m exhausted."

Having fought alone against the Violent Tooth Iron Bear for hours, Qian Qi was now overwhelmed by fatigue and sleepiness, yearning for a good rest.

Nangong Yan didn’t say anything and walked straight out the door.

Inside, Qian Qi fell asleep almost instantly as soon as his head hit the pillow. Outside, Nangong Yan walked slowly, seemingly deliberately stalling for time, his face expressionless, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

It wasn’t until he reached the military camp hall that he slowly removed his gold-rimmed glasses, placing them on the window ledge beside him.

He then strode inside.

Inside the hall, Nangong Yu was still seated at the top, flipping through a book. He glanced up at the sound of footsteps, then let out a cold laugh, "I thought you forgot to report."

Nangong Yan slightly lowered his head, saying nothing.

"I heard you dealt with Commander Liu." Nangong Yu turned a page of the book in his hand, no longer looking at the man below, his overly indifferent tone making it seem as if they weren’t discussing the living life of a human being, "Any explanation?"

"There’s nothing to explain, just dealt with a dog that wouldn’t obey its master." Nangong Yan’s tone was equally indifferent, "Is Father going to hold it against me for this?"

"Huh, don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting." Nangong Yu continued scanning the contents of the book, his gaze moving from left to right. He knew Nangong Yan intended to gradually consolidate the Nangong Family’s military power, slowly eliminating those belonging to Nangong Xu. For this, Nangong Yu wouldn’t interfere.

He was more concerned, "How’s the matter of winning over Qian Dafang going?"

Nangong Yan remained silent.

Seeing no response, Nangong Yu’s face turned cold. The next moment, Nangong Yan was suddenly slammed into the wall by an invisible force, nearly embedded into it, the heavy pressure on his chest forcing a mouthful of blood from him!

"Useless! Didn’t you risk exposure to retrieve the Magic Weapon! Why haven’t you persuaded him yet?" Nangong Yu’s face was full of disappointment, and the disdain in his eyes was evident as he looked at Nangong Yan, "In that case, use force. I’ll give you one more chance. I’ve already sent someone to fetch the Superpower Inhibitor, inject it into him soon and bring him back to the laboratory!"

"Father, even forcibly bringing her back, she won’t easily submit— cough!" Nangong Yan barely spoke when his entire body was once again violently pinned to the ground, unable to move, his neck gripped tightly by an invisible force, leaving him speechless.

Nangong Yu stood up and walked slowly in front of him, looking down at this youngest son of his, then raised his hand.

Nangong Yan’s face turned pale.

The invisible force, like a sharp sword, plunged into Nangong Yan’s chest, causing a severe injury that forced a gush of blood from him, nearly making him lose consciousness.

"All you need to do is bring him back to the lab. He shouldn’t fall into anyone else’s hands." Nangong Yu sneered, "Speaking of which, I have to thank him for inventing the Blood Stopping Magic Potion, otherwise, I wouldn’t have the heart to be so harsh on the only son who can inherit the position of the Family Head."

Nangong Yu withdrew the force, scattering some Blood Stopping Powder over Nangong Yan’s body, his cold smile devoid of any familial affection, "When you stole my Suppression Potion back then, you should’ve thought of how horrible your fate would be if you couldn’t beat me."

"You should be thankful you have no other brothers to inherit the Nangong Family."

Otherwise, you’d just be a corpse right now.

"The Suppression Potion is in the warehouse, go get it yourself." Nangong Yu turned away and stepped up to the main seat in the hall, his hands resting on the armrests on either side, exuding an imposing and cold demeanor like a monarch, making it hard for anyone to look directly at him.

This world will ultimately be in the palm of his hand.

As long as the study of large Magic Weapons capable of overcoming A-level Awakened and the Magic Beast Tide succeeds.

Nangong Yan propped himself up on the ground, slowly got up, bowed slightly, then left the hall expressionless, red blood dripping and trailing behind him. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by NoveI-Fire.ɴet

Reaching the door, his slender fingers touched the gold-rimmed glasses on the window ledge and gently hooked them onto his face.

"Saved money on a new pair of glasses."

He touched his chest where the bleeding had stopped. Nangong Yu had not given much Blood Stopping Powder, just enough to stop the bleeding and heal, but unable to remove the scars left behind. Yet Nangong Yan didn’t mind because...

It wasn’t the only one.

After finding a room to change out of his blood-stained suit, Nangong Yan went to the warehouse and found the Superpower Inhibitor. He touched the two tubes of inhibitor, lost in thought, before finally regaining his senses after a long moment, packing the inhibitor back into the box and taking it out.

He returned to Qian Qi’s room and pushed the door open.

The girl was soundly asleep, completely unaware that someone had entered. Because she slept deeply, her actions were a bit restless, with her small feet exposed from under the blanket, chilled and red.

Nangong Yan placed the box on the table beside her and tugged the blanket back over her. This minimal movement didn’t wake the girl, but it did alert the system watching the door.

The girl dared to sleep without locking the door because she had a security system guarding it.

The system stared at Nangong Yan warily, fearing this rogue would do something inappropriate.

Nangong Yan stood by the bed, his peach blossom eyes deeply gazing at the sleeping girl. While she slept, the girl’s beautiful face was revealed, elegant and soft in an extraordinary way. If those artists making fanart found out, they would surely wish to devote even more detail and color to capture her gentleness and bravery.

She wasn’t ugly, quite the opposite, she was very attractive.

But beyond her appearance, it was her unyielding spirit, her refusal to be controlled by anyone, that captivated him even more.

She acted with abandon, yet showed compassion for those in distress. If she had been born into a noble family and met him in his youth...

She surely would have reached out to him trapped in the cage of the magic beasts.

The man’s gaze softened slightly. He bent down, gently brushing the stray hair from the girl’s face, his handsome features drawing closer to her cheek. When did his breathing slow so much, as if fearful of waking her with any harsh breaths?

The system prepared its panel, ready to intervene.

You scoundrel, if you dare to touch Qiqi even once, it won’t mind giving you a good smack!

Just as the system’s panel contorted into a menacing expression, ready to give Nangong Yan a harsh blow, the man finally stopped. The faint scent of soap drifted up his nose, and Nangong Yan shook his head helplessly.

He chuckled, "You really didn’t apply the medicinal oil after all."

The man stood up, turning to pick up the bottle of medicinal liquor from the table, twisted open the cap, and sat on the stool next to the bed. He carefully applied some of the medicinal oil to the girl’s bruised face with his long forefinger.

The clear medicinal scent spread through the air.

The system lowered the panel, breathing a sigh of relief.

It turns out Nangong Yan was just checking if there was any medicinal scent on Qiqi’s face, not trying to take advantage of her while she slept!