The Consecrated Elders from Ten Thousand Years Ago: Thousand Catties Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo

The young man who had struck up a conversation with Meng Hongchen was extremely talkative and very familiar with Jialing City. After leaving Night Bar, he took her to quite a few places.

He was a veteran at romance, and the sickeningly sweet lines rolled off his tongue with effortless fluency. Since his looks fell below her absolute minimum standards for a partner, Meng Hongchen felt nauseated listening to him, her toes curling against the ground. She could only endure by hypnotizing herself into imagining that Ling Bai was confessing to her.

The night was pitch-black as the young man and Meng Hongchen strolled through the streets of Jialing City. Several times, he tried to hold her hand or wrap an arm around her waist, but Meng Hongchen smoothly avoided him each time.

The young man did not mind. His goal was not to take advantage of her, after all. Smiling gently, he said, "Miss, it is late. We should spend a wonderful night together."

"I hope you will not disappoint me."

Meng Hongchen said it in a joking tone.

"Of course. I have the highest expectations for you as well, Miss."

The young man conversed with ease, never allowing the atmosphere to turn awkward. He rose to his feet and made a gentlemanly gesture inviting her onward.

There was no love hotel or luxurious villa ahead of where the young man led her—only a dark, secluded path. Meng Hongchen appeared relaxed, but her vigilance gradually rose.

The area surrounding this path was far too quiet. The two disappeared at its end, as though swallowed by the boundless night.

"Is this your first time in Jialing City, Miss?" the young man suddenly asked.

"Yes. This is the site of an ancient battlefield, so I came to have a look," Meng