Douluo Continent: After seizing the opportunity, I achieved dual godhood.

Chapter 172 The Second Match

What does that mean?

Does that mean only she can see it?

Wen Ning thought for a moment with his not-so-clear mind and finally came to an answer.

Yes.

Yan Yi often does similar things.

Thinking about it this way, it seems to make a lot more sense.

Wen Ning didn't notice that during the conversation, her already unsteady body became increasingly swayed, with most of her body leaning towards Yan Yi and pressing against his arm.

She shook her head, trying to clear her mind. "So...did he think I was crazy just now?"

After all, if others can't see Yan Yi, they will see him as talking to himself in the air.

Isn't he just a madman?

Upon hearing Wen Ning's description, Yan Yi chuckled softly, a broken laugh escaping his throat. He looked down at her and said, "I'm sorry."

But he didn't want anyone to see him.

So this method was chosen.

Wen Ning didn't care about other people's opinions; how others viewed her had nothing to do with her.

All she needs to do is be herself.

However, Yan Yi's approach...

"Sorry isn't enough."

Wen Ning narrowed her eyes, starting to think of a way to punish the person, but before she could think of anything, Yan Yi spoke up first, "Let's go back first."

These words immediately interrupted Wen Ning's thoughts, and the few ideas she had just come up with vanished completely.

"Why go back?"

This question truly stumped Yan Yi.

Why go back?

go to bed?

If we're not going back, what are we doing here?

"Don't you want to go back?"

The weight on his arm had no effect on Yan Yi, but when he saw Wen Ning getting closer, he subconsciously took a step back.

Losing his support, Wen Ning stumbled and fell forward!

Wen Ning was still somewhat dazed, her eyes wide open as she let her body fall.

But soon, the feeling of falling stopped.

A hand caught her steadily.

The man's hands were unusually cold, devoid of any warmth. Even through the fabric, Wen Ning's eyes widened in surprise when they touched her waist.

She slowly raised her head and met Yan Yi's gaze. "Yan Yi, why are your hands so cold?"

cold?

The fingertips resting on her waist twitched, and soon the cold touch disappeared, replaced by a burning hot palm that made Wen Ning jump and stand up abruptly. "Wow, why are your hands so hot and cold?"

"It was as hot as ice a moment ago, why is it so hot now?"

Wen Ning muttered to herself, completely unaware that Yan Yi's brows had furrowed slightly.

Too hot?

Just as Wen Ning was muttering to herself, a hand with distinct knuckles suddenly gripped her wrist, and a deep voice came from close by, "And now?"

It seems to be confirming something.

Hearing this, Wen Ning was a little confused, but still answered him, "Now... it's fine."

The hand on her wrist was different from before; it was now only warm.

Wen Ning did not remain standing there. Instead, she let Yan Yi hold one of her hands and slowly walk forward.

"I don't think I'm drunk."

"Um."

"I'm just a little dizzy."

"Um."

"Can't you say just two more words?"

This time, the man's voice paused for a moment.

"OK."

"..."

This dialogue continued until Wen Ning entered the Spirit Hall.

She found her room based on her memory, pushed open the door, and went inside. Looking at the man standing outside, she blurted out, "Where are you sleeping tonight?"

Seemingly surprised by Wen Ning's question, Yan Yi paused for a moment before answering.

"You don't need to worry about it."

He only came out for a short while and will return to that space soon.

Therefore, what Wen Ning said is not true.

He doesn't need to worry about where he'll sleep tonight.

"How can that be? You brought me back, how can I leave you nowhere to sleep?"

Perhaps it was impossible to be sure whether Wen Ning was drunk or not before, but now Yan Yi can be sure for sure.

This is truly intoxicating.

If they were sober, they would never say such a thing.

"I……"

"Why don't you come in and sleep on the sofa? I don't mind."

Yan Yi was interrupted by Wen Ning. Hearing Wen Ning's words, his voice sounded somewhat helpless, but he still agreed, "Okay."

The door was closed quietly, and the figure standing outside had disappeared.

Inside the room, the two stood facing each other, motionless.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Wen Ning pointed and said, "There, that's the sofa."

It seemed they were worried that Yan Yi wouldn't be able to find a sofa.

However, this worry is a bit unnecessary.

Upon hearing this, Yan Yi simply said, "Okay, go to sleep."

Wen Ning persevered.

"That's a sofa."

It seemed he wouldn't be satisfied until he saw Yan Yi lying down on the sofa.

Yan Yi seemed to understand what she meant.

After hesitating for two seconds, he walked in the direction Wen Ning pointed.

Then slowly sit down.

Seeing this, Wen Ning was finally satisfied and climbed into bed to sleep.

He didn't even take off his shoes; he just closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yan Yi, who had just sat down on the sofa, slowly got up, stared at Wen Ning on the bed for a while, his gaze lingered on her shoes that she hadn't taken off, and then slowly bent down.

His large hand gently grasped the girl's ankle, the pale ankle contrasting sharply with the man's pale skin. His movements were very light, as if he were afraid of disturbing the sleeping person.

After doing all this, he stood in front of the bed, stared at the girl's sleeping face for a while, and finally turned into a stream of light and entered the girl's brow.

-

When Wen Ning woke up, it was almost noon. If the Spirit Hall's match hadn't been in the afternoon, he probably would have had to use a reserve player today.

"Wow, it's so late?"

Wen Ning sat up abruptly, not caring about anything else, and was about to leave when she suddenly paused while putting on her shoes.

Didn't she just fall asleep on the bed last night?

Why are you taking off your shoes?

Why doesn't she remember this?

Recalling what happened last night, Wen Ning immediately realized who might be behind it, and couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.

"Yan Yi, thanks."

The thank you went unanswered, but Wen Ning didn't seem to care.

She finished getting ready to go out, but was startled by the person outside the door as soon as she opened it.

Looking at the people outside the door, Wen Ning asked in surprise, "What's going on? Why are you all outside my room?"

It's no wonder Wen Ning was surprised; apart from her, everyone from the Golden Generation was outside her door.

The six people stood outside, completely surrounding her door.

"We were just discussing whether to break down the door or try to call you in another way."

Qi Lin took the lead in responding and spoke first.

Upon hearing this, Wen Ning touched the tip of her nose, somewhat embarrassed. "Haha, is that so? I drank a bit too much last night, and I can't get up at all today. Sorry, sorry."

"You didn't sleep in too late, did you?"

"No, you slept in so late your room is already in danger."

"...Has our opponent been announced yet?"

Wen Ning inquired.

"They're out."

This time, it was Hu Liena who spoke.

"Who?"

(End of this chapter)