Almost There

Yan was just about to open her mouth to admit defeat when Ximen Lang gently added a sentence.

"Silence."

Then Yan was submerged by Golden Light.

"Bastard! Scumbag!"

Ximen Lang ignored the resentful Little Angel in front of him, covered his ears, and turned his head to the other side.

Yan stubbornly ran to the other side.

"Bastard! Scumbag!"

She was so stubborn.

"Wife, this woman is pestering me, are you going to do something about it?"

Leng was also a little helpless. Ximen Lang had indeed gone a bit too far just now.

Let's not even talk about the Glint Fruit. No one can say anything about his ability.

But she was already trying to admit defeat, and you still said "Silence," forcibly interrupting her surrender.

That was a bit too much.

Fortunately, Ximen Lang had just eaten the Glint Fruit, and the weapons he condensed weren't that sturdy yet.

But this also caused Yan a lot of trouble.

Even Leng herself felt a little numb when she thought about so many weapons hanging over her head, shooting towards her at terrifying light speed.

She glared at Ximen Lang fiercely, meaning:

You clean up the mess you made.

Ximen Lang had no choice but to push Yan away by her shoulders.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"I want one too!" Yan pointed at Leng, feeling wronged.

"You still want to be my Wife?! Isn't that a bit inappropriate? I already have Leng? Is that okay?"

Ximen Lang was obviously a little tempted. Leng was about to be angered to death by him, and said with a dark face.

"What do you think!"

Ximen Lang shrugged regretfully.

"You see, she doesn't agree."

Yan was about to be driven crazy by him.

"What are you thinking? I'm talking about the Devil Fruit, the Devil Fruit!"

Speaking of this, Yan's small eyes rolled around, and the style of painting changed.

"Of course, it's not impossible to be your Wife. But, I want to be the first Wife! Let her be the second!"

"Little Harlot! You really dare to think!"

Ximen Lang was elated to see these two fighting over him.

He wrapped his arms around them both, not caring as he said.

"What first or second Wife? It's all the same, you are both my wings."

And then, there was no then.

Night.

Ximen Lang stood outside the Palace with a bitter face, pounding on the Palace gate.

"Wife, I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! Open the door, open the door."

Upstairs, the culprit, Angel Yan, watched Leng sulking with a smile.

"What are you looking at!"

Yan remained unmoved.

"I'm hungry."

"You really think you're the first Wife! Let me tell you, no way! Unless I die, bah! Even if I die, I'll take him with me!"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I was just teasing him, can't you tell?"

Indeed, Yan was indeed teasing Ximen Lang.

Marrying two Angels at the same time, he really dares to think!

Most importantly, he actually dares to believe it!

Of course, Leng also knew that Yan was teasing him, but this joke was not funny, especially after she had that dream.

But hearing Yan's words, Leng's face did soften a bit, but she still added a sentence.

"Being the second Wife is also not allowed!"

Yan waved her hand dismissively.

"Alright, alright, whatever you say, whatever you say. Really, I don't know what's so good about that guy, that makes you so infatuated."

"If he's not good, then don't get any ideas about him."

Yan was unhappy.

"Who's getting ideas about him? Hurry up, I'm hungry, go cook."

"Do it yourself! Do you really think you're the boss?"

Yan came to Leng's side with a smile, intimately holding Leng's arm, Leng shook it off, but couldn't shake it off.

"Isn't it because I don't cook as well as you do? Besides, that guy hasn't eaten yet, are you really planning to starve him?"

"I really owe you guys!"

Leng went to busy herself with cooking. Just as she went out, she came back and pulled Yan away.

"Hey, what are you doing? I don't know how to cook."

"If you don't know, then learn!"

Yan pouted and followed her into the kitchen, looking very unhappy.

Finally, after Ximen Lang waited bitterly for a few hours, the door finally opened.

"Get in here!"

"Okay!"

Ximen Lang happily followed her in.

At the dining table, Ximen Lang looked at the few extra dishes and wondered.

"Why are there a few more dishes today?"

Looking at the color of the dishes, Ximen Lang couldn't help but be cheeky.

"Wife, I have to criticize you a bit. When it comes to cooking, you not only have to consider the taste, but also the presentation. With a good presentation, the appetite also increases, doesn't it?"

Under Leng's strange gaze, Ximen Lang took a bite of a dish.

"Ptooey, ptooey, did someone kill the salt seller? Why is there so much salt? Is salt free?"

Actually, this dish wasn't as bad as Ximen Lang made it out to be, but who told Leng to spoil the new guy's taste? Being served by a five-star chef every day, who wouldn't become picky?

"Is it really that bad?"

Yan disbelievingly took a bite of the dish, and her face fell.

It really wasn't tasty, and it couldn't compare to what Leng made at all.

She didn't know what was going on with this guy. They had both been wielding the Flame Sword and fighting for thousands of years, so why did she still have the skill of cooking? It's not scientific!

She piled all the dishes she made in front of Ximen Lang.

"Finish it, it's up to you."

"Why?"

Yan ignored him and said to Leng on her own.

"Leng, educating a Male God is a rather detailed job. First of all, you have to make him develop a good habit of obedience. It's up to you."

Leng was completely unmoved.

In Leng's Dark Plane Communication.

Yan: "Make him eat it, or I'll seduce him, you decide!"

Leng: "You dare!"

Yan: "See if I dare!"

Leng gave in.

"Eat it."

"Oh."

After finishing the meal, Ximen Lang didn't choose to go upstairs, but instead helped Leng clean up the dishes.

Of course, there was plenty of sweet talk in the process.

Urging the red-faced Leng to quickly go upstairs, Ximen Lang impatiently pushed open the room, but as soon as he opened the door, Ximen Lang's face fell.

Looking at the Little Angel lying on the bed, Ximen Lang said impatiently.

"Why haven't you gone back yet?"

Yan blinked.

"??? Haven't I always lived here? What's wrong?"

"It's not appropriate, today is not appropriate."

Ximen Lang had finally convinced Leng, and he was going to get rid of his single life today, how could he be willing to be disturbed by Yan's good deeds?

Yan didn't understand.

"How is it inappropriate? Haven't I always slept with Leng?"

Ximen Lang was speechless.

This scumbag, doesn't even understand this, where did you get the courage to flirt with me?

"Today..."

"Cough cough!" Leng couldn't listen anymore, and pushed Ximen Lang out of the room.

"You go out quickly, we want to rest."

"Don't, don't, don't. We agreed just now, we..."

"Shut up!"

"Oh."

Ximen Lang left in frustration.

Yan finally understood what the two of them wanted to do...

Yan's face was so red that it was almost dripping blood, and Leng was no better.

The two Little Angels looked at each other, extremely embarrassed.