Angel Leng

"Let go! You let go! I'm not going back with you!"

Unfortunately, even after struggling for quite a while, Ximen Lang still couldn't shake Leng's hand off.

Leng lost her temper too.

"Oh, so you're getting cheeky now?"

But then she thought about how unpleasant her own attitude had been—and this was, after all, her male idol. She could only let go, her tone gradually softening.

"Fine, fine, I'll let go. But you can't stay with Zhi Xin anymore. You're a grown man. What would it look like for you to keep living with her?"

"Then where am I supposed to stay? I don't have anywhere else to go."

"Of course you're staying with me!" Leng said as if it were only natural.

Wasn't it obvious that her male idol should stay with her? Where else could he go? This was the City of Angels, and there weren't any inns for him to stay at.

"With you? No way! Absolutely not! Even if you beat me to death, I'm not going!"

Ximen Lang was nearly going crazy. Stay with her? He could barely avoid her as it was. How could he possibly go live with her?

But when he saw Leng raise her small hand, Ximen Lang immediately lost his nerve. He could only try reasoning with her, hoping she would let him off.

"You said it yourself—I'm a grown man. It wouldn't be appropriate for me to stay with you."

"Then where else can you go? You can't possibly sleep on the street, can you?"

"This..."

Ximen Lang didn't know what to do either. But come to think of it, even sleeping on the street would surely be better than staying with Leng, right?

Just then, Yan and Zhi Xin arrived. After hearing their conversation, Yan became interested.

"Kid, how about staying with me? Think about it: living with a beautiful angel. I'll definitely take good care of you."

To be honest, Ximen Lang was tempted! Whether they lived together or not didn't matter. The important thing was finding somewhere to sleep.

The moment Leng saw what was happening—especially the obvious look of temptation on Ximen Lang's face—she hurried in front of him and separated him from Yan.

"What are you trying to do now?"

Leng had a headache too. Yan kept tempting this guy whenever she got the chance. The key was that Ximen Lang was such a hopeless case. Just look at him! He was practically drooling! Of course, Leng considered herself quite attractive as well. But if she had to act like Yan, like some seductive vixen, to tempt Ximen Lang, she might as well cut herself down with a single blade!

Yan pretended not to understand and looked blankly at her.

"What am I doing? Since he's come to the City of Angels, shouldn't we show him some hospitality? Since he doesn't want to go to your place, I'll just do it for you. We can't really let him sleep on the street, can we? I'm only trying to help."

Leng quickly cut her off.

"There's no need for you to worry about him! I'll take care of it myself!"

She then glanced at Ximen Lang, who wore a deeply reluctant expression.

Fine. Looks like she would have to use force.

She grabbed Ximen Lang by the arm again. Before he had time to react, she spread her wings and flew away with him.

Watching the two of them leave, Yan felt compelled to remind her:

"You burned his clothes, so hurry up and prepare a few more sets for him! And he just awakened—he still hasn't overcome his instinct to eat!"

Watching Angel Yan nag like an old housewife, Leng snapped irritably:

"None of your business!"

Looking at Leng's back, Yan couldn't help raising her middle finger.

"Ungrateful idiot!"

Then she turned to Zhi Xin.

"Come on. Don't go back today. Stay at my place."

Little Zhi Xin nodded and didn't refuse.

Back with Leng.

Leng flew with Ximen Lang back to her own palace.

That's right—a palace! Just like Yan, every High-Ranking Guardian Angel had been provided with a palace in the City of Angels.

Of course, ordinary angels had homes too. But they definitely couldn't compare with the residences of these angel leaders.

Even so, those homes were still far beyond what an ordinary villa could match.

She casually tossed him into the palace, then walked toward the garden on her own.

She pulled pots, bowls, and utensils out of the Dark Plane and began preparing dinner for Ximen Lang...

Looking at the empty hall before him, Ximen Lang wondered: Was this what one would expect from the Chuuni War God? It was so plain that it was almost absurd.

Aside from a few tables, chairs, and stools, there was nothing else in the entire hall.

There wasn't a single decorative item. There were, however, plenty of swords, blades, and pieces of armor.

Judging from the marks on the armor and weapons, these were probably the spoils Leng had collected during her seven thousand years of battle.

Some of the weapons even had dried blood on them. Under the power of time, the stains had turned pitch-black.

Ximen Lang also understood that Leng was different from Yan. Yan was a descendant of Angel Yu Tong, and she had been born with the Angel Gene in her body. (There was another theory that Yan had been resurrected from Yu Tong's Angel Gene, but that interpretation wouldn't be used here and wouldn't be mentioned again later.) Leng, on the other hand, had risen step by step through her own efforts, ultimately becoming the angel she had long yearned to be.

This was also the original source of the conflict between Yan and Leng. Especially after Yan became an angel, she had challenged Queen Keisha, whom Leng regarded as a god, because of her feelings.

She had even been ashamed of being an angel for a time, which had enraged Leng even more. How dare she hate angels? Was she insane? This had directly caused their relationship to deteriorate. But Yan was, after all, a descendant of angels.

Her talent and ability were both outstanding. To suppress this thorn in her side, Leng had no choice but to put in a hundred and twenty times the effort!

With each swing of her sword, she had hacked out a future for herself. Rest time? Sorry, that was a luxury to Leng.

All her time had been devoted to cultivation, battle, and competing with Yan.

Looking at the empty hall, Ximen Lang's understanding of Angel Leng deepened further.

Not long afterward, Ximen Lang smelled the aroma of food drifting from the garden.

He was wondering about it when Leng walked over carrying the meal.

"Useless. You've already become a Super Soldier, yet you still haven't overcome the instinct to eat!"

She looked at the dazed Ximen Lang.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and come eat!"

"Oh, coming."

After sitting at the table and looking at the dishes—which weren't particularly exquisite but were still quite appetizing—Ximen Lang felt as though he were living in a dream.

Leng could cook? It was truly unbelievable.

"What are you looking at? I became an angel from a human too!"

That was true. Ximen Lang stopped letting his thoughts wander and began eating in peace.

"Mmm, it's pretty good!"

Ximen Lang really wasn't flattering Leng. The food was genuinely delicious.

Of course it was. Leng was a High-Ranking Angel. Did she really need to mention that she had learned to cook through the computer in the Dark Plane just to make an ordinary home-cooked meal?

Hearing Ximen Lang's evaluation, Leng blurted out:

"What use is satisfying your appetite? With that time, you might as well practice your swordsmanship... Forget it. Eat first. There's a guest room upstairs. Rest there when you're done. I'm going out."

As for what Leng was going out to do so late at night, Ximen Lang didn't dare say anything, nor did he dare ask.

He silently watched Leng leave. After clearing the table, Ximen Lang went to rest.

The next day, Ximen Lang discovered several sets of men's clothing placed outside his door...