After taking a shower in the bathroom on the first floor, Yanluo also dried her hair.
When they returned to the second floor, only Su Qing and Chi Miaomiao remained.
"Have the children gone to bed?"
Su Qing nodded, gesturing for Yan Luo to sit between herself and Chi Miaomiao.
The two had finished washing, and their fragrance wafted gently into Yanluo's nose.
"I didn't take a nap at noon, and I didn't sleep in the car either, so I must be very tired."
Yanluo leaned back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling.
"Going to bed early is the best thing, you're still growing."
Chi Miaomiao lay on Yan Luo's lap.
Su Qing leaned on his shoulder.
The three of them remained silent, enjoying the peaceful moment.
Chi Miaomiao opened her bright eyes and looked at Yan Luo's chin and the ceiling that was half blocked by Su Qing.
He grabbed Yanluo's hand and started playing with it.
"Brother, how about we sleep together tonight?"
We didn't sleep together last night.
Yan Luo lowered her head and met Chi Miaomiao's captivating gaze.
Su Qing also put her arm around Yan Luo's arm.
Unable to withstand the attack, Yanluo had no choice but to surrender.
"Oh well."
Chi Miaomiao cheered and led the two of them by the hand.
Yanluo and Su Qing exchanged a glance.
They all looked at Chi Miaomiao, who was holding their hands, and smiled helplessly.
...
Two days ago, on August 3rd.
Inside the office of the Beijing Ghost Hunting Bureau.
The first squad—the seven members of the Throne—are watching the video of Yanluo slaying the eighth-tier ghoul that day.
Each team will have one member carry a miniature camera to record the entire operation.
These cameras are specially designed to be durable and their internal recording chip uploads video footage to the General Administration's network hard drive database in real time for easy storage and retrieval.
Yanluo killed an eighth-level corpse demon with just a steel bar, which truly shocked the first squad.
The man sitting in the main seat was Captain Wang Yi. Wang Yi, who had entered middle age, was no different from most middle-aged people, except that he wore an eye patch over his right eye.
Three team members were sitting on each side of Wang Yi. Wang Yi asked the man on his left who was closer to him.
"Ah Falcon, how long does it take you to kill an eighth-tier monster?"
Zhao Jun stubbed out his cigarette, closed his sharp eyes, and thought for a moment.
He opened his eyes and replied in a cold tone, "Ten minutes."
Wang Yi squinted.
"What if there are bone spurs?"
"Fifteen minutes."
Wang Yi sighed softly and exclaimed, "When I met this child five years ago, he was just a newcomer to the Lone Beast."
"In just five years, he reached the ninth level."
"I started training at home when I was five years old, and it took me 26 years to become a ninth-level ghost hunter."
"Even I need three minutes to deal with an eighth-level opponent, but he did it like cutting melons and vegetables."
"His strength surpasses all of our ninth-tier level members, and is far more unfathomable."
The members of the first squad were all selected by their elders to inherit their mantle.
Having cultivated since childhood and mastered the ghost artifacts of their elders, the seven members of the throne gradually ascend to the ninth rank in order to live up to their elders' expectations and honor, guarding the Dragon Xia Kingdom together with all the ghost hunters.
Each of the seven members possesses a inherited ghost artifact, making them the ace team of the Dragon Xia Kingdom and the nation's last trump card.
Another characteristic of the first squad is that everyone from the captain to the members is male, with no women present, and all of them are middle-aged.
As descendants of the first generation of ten ghost hunters, the two sisters, Fan Qianning and Xie Huai'an, were originally supposed to join the first team on the recommendation of their grandparents.
That was three years ago.
Fourteen-year-old Fan Qianning, a fifth-tier ghost hunter, travels to the capital with her younger sister, hoping to ascend the throne at the behest of her grandparents.
Thirty-seven-year-old Wang Yi looked at the two young girls in front of him, then stared at the documents in his hand.
The two sisters' application to join the team was rejected.
Because Xie Huai'an, the younger sister, has not yet developed the true power of the Soul-Hooking Lock inherited from her grandfather.
The older sister, Fan Qianning, wants to use her own outstanding qualities to force her younger sister to join the team.
Fan Qianning's use of the Soul-Capturing Banner and her research on formations are already showing signs of surpassing her grandmother's.
However, his cultivation level is still insufficient.
She didn't expect Wang Yi to reject her.
Wang Yi also provided an answer.
As the first squad, unlike the other squads which are stationed in a fixed city, the Throne squad has to travel all over the country, like a brick that is moved wherever it is needed.
The places they went were often fraught with danger. The two sisters were still young and too weak. It was not good for them to run around with a group of old men; it was too dangerous.
The first team not only has to handle some incidents that the team cannot resolve, but also has to go to various ancient sites discovered by the Longxia archaeological team for development.
Ancient ruins are extremely dangerous places; if you're not strong enough, you're just asking for death.
Considering both of these points, the two sisters slunk back to Guangzhou.
That same year, Yanluo, under orders from her superiors, chose to be stationed in Yangcheng. The team with the serial number nine, Underworld, received applications from two girls to join.
Sitting to Wang Yi's right, in the third seat was a chubby man named Xu Chunlai, who was holding a bag of potato chips. Although he was middle-aged, the 33-year-old still loved to eat snacks.
"Next time I go on a business trip to Guangdong Province, I'll go see that kid. I haven't seen him for years."
Xu Chunlai's proposal was unanimously agreed upon by the other team members.
...
In the middle of the night, Yan Luo opened her eyes to find her thigh pressed down by a beautiful leg and her stomach pressed down by a lotus-root arm.
After tidying up gently, Yanluo left the room to use the restroom, and then returned to the master bedroom.
Using the toilet in the master bedroom will definitely wake you up with the sound of the flushing.
Lying back down in the middle, Yanluo's movements still woke Chi Miaomiao.
Chi Miaomiao rested her head on Yan Luo's chest, her jade-like fingers tracing patterns on Yan Luo's abdominal muscles through his clothes.
Yanluo was a little ticklish and subconsciously grabbed Chi Miaomiao's wrist.
"Brother, do you remember you owe me a favor?"
Yan Luo was somewhat puzzled; why bring this up at this time?
Chi Miaomiao straightened up and crawled to the foot of the bed.
"You got off easy!"
Yan Luo instinctively wanted to refuse, after all, Su Qing was still beside her.
But when she met Chi Miaomiao's captivating gaze, Yanluo shut her mouth, wanting to say something.
The shy and inexperienced Chi Miaomiao made Yanluo a little embarrassed.
After tidying up in the bathroom, Chi Miaomiao lay back down next to Yan Luo, resting her head on his strong arm.
Chi Miaomiao suddenly said something.
"Your face is so red."
The inkstone completely crashed.
Chi Miaomiao chuckled softly a few times before falling into a deep sleep in Yan Luo's arms.
Yanluo also vaguely fell asleep while the system was down.
The next morning around 8 a.m.
After tidying up Su Qing and Chi Miaomiao, Yan Luo went to the bathroom on the second floor to wash up.
After washing up, he sat on the sofa and started reading a recently popular novel.
Why don't you make breakfast?
Yanluo planned to make it after everyone got up, as making breakfast would be quick; otherwise, she would make it herself in advance.
If it gets cold, you have to reheat it in the microwave, and then it won't taste good.
P.S.: I'll behave myself from now on, please let me go.
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