2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

It was already noon when Yan Muyun woke up, and the bright sunshine outside filtered in through the window, shining warmly on his body.

He looked around blankly at first, and then recalled everything that happened last night.

"Tsk... That guy really deserves to die. He didn't forget to disgust me until the end." Yan Muyun raised his hand to his forehead and murmured in a low voice.

Anyway, a problem solved.

As for Yang Qi's last look, he just thought that this guy was playing tricks and wanted to use his own death to bury a thorn in his heart.

Yan Muyun had every reason to believe that he would do this. After all, judging from past contacts, this guy was by no means cunning and difficult to deal with. It didn't seem impossible to react like that in such a short period of time.

"I don't want to think about it anymore..."

He rolled out of bed and stretched a lot.

Then Yan Muyun discovered something was wrong.

He slept on a large bed, a very big bed, even bigger than an ordinary double bed.

On the other side of the luxurious bed, which was somewhat extravagant in area, there was a figure whose thrilling and exquisite curves could not be concealed even if it was covered with a quilt.

Although the other person's back was turned to him, the long silver hair pouring down like water on the pillow already explained that person's identity.

Yan Muyun's eyes widened, he raised his finger and said angrily, "Why are you here!"

"Um..."

There was a seductive squeaking sound coming from the bed over there, enough to make the waist of any man who heard it tingle.

Meredith propped herself up with one hand, and the light blue silk slipped from her body, exposing her proud white hair to the hot midday sun.

Yan Muyun blushed and quickly turned his head.

I just heard the woman's lazy and charming voice coming from the other side: "I'm here because this is my room. Why...after such a crazy night, now you want to lift your pants and deny people?" "

"Stop pretending, nothing happened between us." Yan Muyun said coldly.

By this time his memory had been fully restored.

After he asked Constantine that he wanted to sleep first early this morning, and after getting permission, he left the room, and then met Meredith in the corridor who didn't know what he was doing.

The woman said that she was the only one staying on the entire cruise ship, so not every room was cleaned, and then she said she would personally take him to the guest room.

Yan Muyun had no suspicion and followed her directly. Unexpectedly, he followed her to her room.

Fortunately, swallowing the black-winged ghost would not increase his desire in that regard. He wanted to sleep last night, so he fell directly onto the bed as soon as he was wrapped in quilt. By the time Meredith put on her sexy lingerie and came out of the closet, he was completely asleep.

"Damn it, you are the Lord of the Sea! You are one of the most powerful superpowers in the world. Can you please stop acting like a bitch!" Yan Muyun had a headache.

Meredith showed a trace of displeasure on her face: "I am already forty-two years old and have never had sex. I don't want to die still a virgin."

Yan Muyun said angrily: "First of all, this is the second time we have met! Secondly, it is not my responsibility that you will remain a virgin even if you die of old age. I tore your inexplicable persistence into pieces and threw it into the trash can. Even if you are not a virgin, Lord, just based on your figure and appearance, you can choose 99% of the men in the world!"

Meredith's face turned red as she said, "Your curses are quite pleasant."

"Damn!" Yan Muyun sighed in a clear voice.

...

After finally getting rid of Meredith's entanglement, Yan Muyun returned to the room from yesterday. The desolate bishop, whose identity was unknown, was still sitting on the sofa like a lifeless puppet as he was yesterday.

"How about it, have you thought about it?"

Just as Yan Muyun stepped into the room, the figures of Constantine and Amir appeared in front of him at the same time. He even had some doubts about whether this noble original divine envoy had done nothing else for more than ten hours and was just paying attention to him.

"What are you thinking about?" Yan Muyun asked knowingly.

"How to deal with him." Constantine smiled and stretched out his hand to indicate: "Whether you want to kill him directly, or put him on trial in a live broadcast by the global media, there is no problem."

"Bishop of Desolation, the handling of such a big task is completely left to me?" If it weren't for the fact that the other party looked like a pure white man, not a mixed race, otherwise Yan Muyun would have doubted whether there was any blood relationship between the two. It’s related. And judging from the age, it is most likely that my father made a mistake with a foreign teacher colleague in the school, and he got a younger brother.

Constantine naturally didn't know what Yan Muyun was thinking in his head at this time, but the smile on his face remained. He did not answer the question, but asked instead: "Isn't it just for him that you came to the Ark this time? Oh yes, and to hunt the king-level abyssal dragon, but unfortunately it is Meredith's pet, and the king-level abyssal dragon Black Winged Ghost consider it my compensation for you."

compensate?

Yan Muyun raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then you said you wanted to give me three gifts. If the King-level Black-Winged Ghost counts as compensation, do I actually have two gifts besides the Desolate Bishop?

After all, what he devoured last night was not a king-level earth dragon, and his face thickness was not enhanced, so he was unable to say these words in the end.

Yan Muyun's face changed into a somewhat tangled expression. He glanced over from time to time, and then quickly looked away. It looked like he already had an idea in mind, but felt embarrassed for some reason.

The smile on Constantine's face became a little helpless: "No matter what you think, you can say it, it doesn't matter."

"Why are you so nice to me?" Yan Muyun was touched.

Constantine shook his head slightly: "As I said again, if you can become the power of the world, then it is the responsibility of the world to make you stronger. This strength does not only refer to strength. You Today, in the world's perception, I am afraid that he is still a 'blasphemer', or even the 'Holy Son' promoted by the Holy Glory Order. But if you can personally execute or judge the desolate bishop, no one will doubt your position. , you will have the support of the whole world.”

The whole world's support.

Just repeating these words in his mind, Yan Muyun felt an invisible weight on his shoulders.

He had to admit that the other party's proposal was very tempting, but he actually had other ideas in mind.

"Actually, I want to..."

Yan Muyun seemed to have made up his mind and looked into Constantine's eyes: "How about handing over the disposal of the wasteland to China?"