Angel Yan: Leng the Angel's Future Was Pitch-Black

Light flickered in Angel Yan's eyes. Countless streams of data swept through the Sacred Knowledge Repository, and one interesting method after another appeared in Angel Yan's mind.

If Holy Keisha found out that the Crown Prince of the Angel Civilization she had chosen—the future Angel King—was using the Sacred Knowledge Repository for this sort of thing, who knew what expression she would make.

No, Holy Keisha might already know.

After all, the Sacred Knowledge Repository's authority was still currently in her hands.

Angel Nebula, in a garden on a certain planet.

"Mm."

As though she had noticed the activity in the Sacred Knowledge Repository, Keisha casually glanced at it, then froze for several seconds.

"Tsk, tsk. She really knows how to have fun."

Hexi had also noticed the data Angel Yan was calculating in the Sacred Knowledge Repository and watched those strings of records with great interest.

"Man-hater, I think the Crown Prince of our Angel Civilization has some dangerous ideas."

"It was merely a joke between friends."

Keisha's expression returned to calm as she spoke indifferently.

"I might have believed that if she hadn't wanted to trick Bai Xuan into saying he was the Power of the Galaxy."

Hexi rolled her eyes.

"That was a data evolution from the Sacred Knowledge Repository."

Keisha remained perfectly composed.

"If she truly had no such thoughts, the Sacred Knowledge Repository would never have calculated such a method."

"But thinking about it, it was only natural. It had been seven thousand years already. If she kept suppressing herself any longer, she'd end up like the two of us."

"Although he was Zhixin's male god, Yan was indeed the little one who met him first."

"If the Sacred Knowledge Repository's data hadn't shown Zhixin was a better match than Yan, and if Yan weren't