After a satisfying meal, Chen Lang leaned back in his chair, stretched, and glanced across the table before finally settling on Apas, who was still eating elegantly. He teased her with a hint of mischief, "Stop dawdling over your food. Get up and dance to liven things up."
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Apas paused, her hand holding the silver fork still. She slowly looked up, her golden eyes filled with confusion. Pointing to herself, her voice tinged with disbelief, she asked, "Me?"
"Otherwise what?" Chen Lang raised an eyebrow, looking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, with a smug smile on his lips.
Apas frowned instantly and retorted confidently, "I can't!"
She was a direct descendant of Queen Medusa, and had always been the one being flattered; she had never learned to dance, something that pleases others.
"You usually wiggle your hips quite a bit when you walk," Chen Lang chuckled, teasing her deliberately. "Besides, you're a snake spirit, you know? Don't you even know the snake spirit dance? Just wiggle it a bit and you'll learn."
"You!" Apas revealed her little tiger teeth, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes, wishing she could pounce on him and bite him!
This scoundrel is always deliberately making things difficult for her!
Despite her complaints, she obediently put down her chopsticks and slowly stood up.
Having spent so much time with Chen Lang, she knew his personality all too well. If she didn't go along with him, he could come up with all sorts of strange and bizarre ways to punish her, and she would be the one who suffered in the end.
Left with no other choice, Apas could only stand in the center of the living room and imitate the way humans dance, swaying her body.
Her figure was slender and graceful, with the enchanting curves unique to the Medusa clan; with every sway and twist, she exuded a languid charm.
Chen Lang leaned back in his seat, crossed his arms, and pursed his lips.
Although Apas is extremely beautiful and exudes charm in everything she does, her dancing is anything but pleasing to the eye; it only reveals a hint of allure, nothing more.
What hasn't he seen in the world?
Having witnessed Aurelia's breathtaking dance and Mu Ningxue's dignified movements at the Parthenon Temple, how could I possibly act like a lecherous fool over the random wriggling of a mere little serpent?
"Alright, alright, stop dancing." Chen Lang waved his hand, looking disgusted. "What a waste of talent to have such a great figure if you can't even dance."
Feeling openly rejected, Apas instantly bristled. She stopped what she was doing, put her hands on her hips, and glared angrily at Chen Lang: "I never knew how to do it, and you're still criticizing me? Then let Mu Ningxue do it!"
The image of Mu Ningxue flashed through her mind—that cold, aloof woman who exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. She clearly didn't seem like someone who could dance. She refused to believe that Mu Ningxue could dance that well!
"Hey, you know what, she actually knows it." Chen Lang chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Although Mu Ningxue comes from a minor family, she's still a respectable one in Bocheng. Naturally, she's learned these kinds of social dances."
Although this world is dominated by magic, scions of noble families and prominent clans still need to learn etiquette, dance, and other such skills to handle various occasions.
Even he was forced by his family to learn these things when he was young: etiquette, musical instruments, dance, you name it. But he never liked these formalities. He learned them, but never took them to heart.
As he spoke, Chen Lang's thoughts drifted away, and the image of Aurelia appeared in his mind.
That's a woman who is truly skilled in literature, martial arts, and dance.
Back then at the Parthenon, after her dance, she completely amazed him. She possessed both the dignified purity of Goddess and the lively charm of a young girl, and he still remembers her vividly to this day.
Although at that time he was only thinking about pushing her down...
That's so tacky.
But it's really addictive!
To be honest, he hadn't seen Aurelia since he went to Dubai.
Although they kept in touch, the contact was pitifully infrequent, with each person sending a message only once a month and the other replying only once a month.
There was no way around it; he never had a moment's rest. He was either in seclusion cultivating or fighting everywhere, not even having time to catch his breath when dealing with Sea Monster and the Holy City.
Aurelia was the same; she needed to focus on cultivation and improve her strength. More importantly, with him standing behind her, she seemed to have developed a desire to compete for the position of Parthenon Goddess.
Chen Lang knew perfectly well that Aurelia had always thought Ye Xin Xia was unreliable.
After all, Ye Xin Xia is Salang's daughter, with the blood of the Dark Saintess flowing in her veins, even though her father is Wen Tai.
Aurelia could never fully trust her.
As for Yi Zhisha, she's even less reliable. That woman is ambitious and can even scheme against and harm her own brother. If she were to take control of Parthenon, Aurelia would be severely compromised.
Even though Chen Lang was aware of these entanglements, he couldn't explain them to Aurelia.
Because of him, she was unable to go to the Dark Dimension. Asha Ruya was unaware that Wen Tai was now one of the Dark King's incarnations, and she was even more unaware that Ye Xinxia's situation, Yi Zhisha's conspiracy, and the even more complex machinations of the Dark King Wen Tai were all involved.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. Chen Lang gently rubbed his temples, a sense of helplessness rising in his heart. These messy things were really giving him a headache.
Actually, the best solution is to take Aurelia to the Dark Plane.
However... Chen Lang didn't want to become a pawn of the Dark King.
Even though he is already very strong, Chen Lang has a feeling that if he went to the Dark Plane, he would still be like a puppet on a string, easily controlled by the Dark King.
Although Wen Tai is called the Dark King, he is ultimately just one of his many manifestations.
Apas noticed Chen Lang suddenly fall silent, a hint of doubt flashing in her golden eyes, but she didn't go forward to disturb him.
Instead, he sat back down at the table.
She grew up in the human world and quite enjoys human cuisine.
Especially after trying the delicacies of Great Xia, it's even harder to resist them.
She was quite happy to be left alone as long as Chen Lang didn't bother her.
On the fortress walls, the wind howled, whipping up sand and dust, causing Haken and Ethan's robes to flutter wildly.
The two stood side by side, their eyes fixed on the distant horizon, their faces filled with deep sorrow, their brows furrowed in worry.
The thoughts that had been secretly plotting how to seize power and suppress the other party were now completely forgotten.
Faced with the threat of Great Demon empires, all internal struggles seem so insignificant and laughable.
Neither Haken nor Ethan can see the outcome of this battle clearly at the moment.
Originally, Egypt's chances of survival were slim given the combined invasion of the Scorpion Empire and Khufu's Undead Legion, and they had long been prepared for a desperate fight.
Chen Lang's arrival was undoubtedly a ray of light in the darkness, giving them hope for survival. With the strongest human being in charge, perhaps the battle could truly be reversed.
But this hope lasted only a moment before Chen Lang's attitude dashed it...