Super Seminary: New Temple

Chapter 159 Devin VS Angel Yan

As soon as Daven walked out of the bathroom, he was stunned to see Angel Yan sitting with his legs crossed in the living room.

Originally, Angel Yan was sitting with his legs crossed elegantly, and picked up the teacup with interest, took a sip of tea, and savored the aroma of this special drink from Blue Star China blooming on his tongue.

But as soon as Devin appeared, Yan's eyes turned to Devin. She put the teacup back on the table and put her legs down properly.

A peaceful and friendly smile appeared on Angel Yan's face, and in a corner that Devin couldn't see, hidden under the coffee table, Yan's flawless right hand was already holding a glowing flaming sword!

Um! ?

Strange, murderous intent?
How could there be murderous intent?
This is my home, right?

Daven frowned. He couldn't find any unnaturalness in Yan's kind smile. It was just that in the middle of the night, an angel girl like Yan suddenly smiled at him like this.

——Ah, it’s really indescribably weird. Even Yan’s alluring smile was particularly creepy in Dai Wen’s eyes.

Daven was a little confused. Angel Yan's attitude towards him was quite unfriendly. Daven even felt that Yan wanted to tease him all the time. Now Yan became so friendly for no reason, which was really puzzling. Daven even suspected that Yan was secretly plotting a conspiracy that was enough to threaten his life and was slowly approaching him.

"Oh, maybe my intuition has been too sharp lately. Why do I feel that your smile is a bit gloating, as if you are saying 'I'm almost done'?" Daven laughed.

After all, having lived for 30,000 years, Devin would not be intimidated by a little girl with only 7,000 years of experience. Devin made a joke to ease the weird atmosphere.

"Yes, you are indeed too sensitive. Do you think that I, Angel Yan, am the kind of angel who is always thinking about harming others?"

Yan's eyes flashed with a subtle and unique brilliance. He smiled at himself and looked at Daven with an increasingly strange look: "Just now, I talked to Mengmeng about you. From her, I learned that your name is exactly the same as the name of the Black Wing King of the Divine Court. I think there shouldn't be such a coincidence in the world, right?"

Immediately, a bead of sweat rolled down from Daven's forehead. Daven immediately understood where this abnormality came from. It turned out that Yan had already known his true identity. No wonder Yan's words were full of gunpowder.

Dai Wenhan said: "This... is all a misunderstanding! Didn't I admit just now that I am the Black Wing King? It's just that you don't believe it at all. Now that you know the truth, you should be satisfied. Little girl, it's already very late, shouldn't you go home and have a shower and sleep?"

Yan did not comment on Dai Wen's explanation, with a half-smile on his face, and the air seemed to be filled with invisible gunpowder smoke.

"Davin... Uncle, right? Where were we just now? Oh, yes, I still have a lot of things to ask uncle."

Yan blinked mischievously, patted the sofa cushion beside him, hooked his little finger at Daven, and said playfully: "Uncle, come here, sit here, let's have a good talk."

Devin's throat felt like it was blocked by an egg and he couldn't speak.

Shit, this plot development is wrong.

What kind of world is this? How come this weird uncle is being teased by others?
Angel Yan hooked his left finger at Daven, motioning him to come over, while the flaming sword hidden underneath gradually revealed its sharp edge.

Before Dai Wen could figure out how to refuse Yan's invitation, he saw the other party raise her slender and round legs, forming a beautiful arc, and kick the coffee table in front of her.

boom!
The entire table flew into the air, carrying with it a whistling sound, and headed straight for the bathroom door. It moved so fast that it looked like a deadly and dangerous hidden weapon.

Daven was slightly surprised, and then he moved quickly like the wind, his right hand turned into a claw, and he grabbed the corner of the table tightly. Five iron-hard fingers sank deep into the tabletop, and the momentum of the table could not move forward even a single step. He easily resolved the danger.

The large table was dropped to the ground with a bang, and its four legs pressed hard on the floor. Cracks appeared on the solid floor. It was obvious that the action of putting the table down was too rough, and the man's strength was also amazing.

After putting the table away with one hand, what Yan saw was Daven's slightly blaming face.

"call."

Daven wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he scolded, "I say, you junior, can you be reasonable? This table of mine is very expensive. Who should pay for it if it is broken?"

"Hey, Uncle Devin, not bad. You have some skills."

Seeing that Daven looked relaxed, Yan, who had already stood up from the sofa, curled up the corners of his mouth slightly, and a bit of fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

"Then I will come to meet you in person this time."

Angel Yan's calm eyes narrowed slightly, and with a hiss, her lotus-like arms shook slightly, and the flaming sword in her hand also rose up, making a sharp and piercing sound that cut through the air.

"Fuck! My sofa!" Upon hearing the sound, Daven felt something was wrong. He immediately screamed and involuntarily stretched out his hand to save the sofa that was innocently affected.

However, the next second, with a snap, the sofa behind him was split in half by the flaming sword.

Yan had a triumphant smile on his face and continued to provoke: "Uncle, I'm sorry, your sofa was useless and I broke it. I think you are a generous person, so you won't be angry, right?"

Daven looked grim, raised his head suddenly, and said seriously: "Yes! And I will teach you a lesson, you naughty kid."

"Oh? You make me scared." Yan Xiu's eyebrows showed a little surprise, and then her beautiful legs suddenly tightened like a bowstring, and the whole person shot out, and then her figure disappeared, as if she had evaporated from the earth.

Ordinary people only know that angels are a group of women with the most beautiful bodies. But who knows that under their beautiful jade-like bodies, there are countless huge powers? Among them, Angel Yan, who is the left-wing guard of the Angel King, is even more powerful. After all, this slightly playful girl can be regarded as one of the two pillars of the Angel Corps.

Yan's own strength is naturally not to be underestimated.

After all, her opponent this time was the Black Wing King who had made countless evil names in the universe. Yan would not underestimate the enemy. She did not approach Daven immediately. Instead, she chose to observe first. Over the past seven thousand years, Yan had participated in many wars to kill evil, each of which was extremely thrilling. What allowed her to defeat powerful enemies countless times and survive to this day was not only her outstanding combat ability, but also her calm analytical mind.

On the other side, Rui Mengmeng, who had turned off the lights and gone to bed, suddenly heard a loud noise outside the living room, and even the floor was shaking.

Rui Mengmeng was immediately awakened from her sleep. Thinking it was an earthquake, she threw off the quilt and wanted to leave the room to inform Daven and the others.

However, since Rui Mengmeng had just moved into the new house, she was not very familiar with the room, and the lights were not on in the room.

Rui Mengmeng was so panicked that she couldn't find the door or the correct position of the light in the dark room, so she could only scream in panic.

"Oh my god! There's an earthquake! Help!"

"Oh my god! Where is the door here?"

"Huh? This is a balcony. If I had known, I wouldn't have chosen this room!"

"Oh!"

Rui Mengmeng wanted to leave in a hurry and frantically looked for the door, but her head banged against the wall. Rui Mengmeng lay on the ground with her legs up in the air, and her panicked screams stopped.

Rui Mengmeng saw stars from the collision. Although it was not fatal, it made her head a mess like paste.

Rui Mengmeng was still mumbling: "My head hurts so much, I can't get up. But there's an earthquake, I want to run, but it really hurts... Forget it, I'd rather lie down and feel more comfortable."

(End of this chapter)