Dragon Clan: I'm too lazy to talk to you, you're not worthy to listen!

As the first rays of sunlight pierce through the clouds, dispel the smog, and stream through the window, they fall upon the pristine white sheets.

Although Ye Jingchen kept his eyes tightly closed, he still felt that the sunlight was very dazzling. This was the feeling of the early spring sunshine.

She gently covered her eyes with her hand, slightly opened them, and glanced at the pillow.

Li Wuyue was fast asleep, her long, dark gray eyelashes covering her eyelids, and her overly pale cheeks looked as supple as if she had just applied an aloe vera gel face mask.

Ye Jingchen got out of bed quickly and nimbly and left the room.

At this moment, Li Wuyue opened her eyes instantly; she hadn't slept all night.

Only after hearing the door close did Li Wuyue sit up from the double bed and drape the white shirt from the bedside table over herself.

She hugged her long, slender, white legs, burying her face between her knees, as if deep in thought...

Ye Jingchen arrived at the door of the hotel next door, knocked once, then twice, and said, "Chen Motong, open the door, it's me."

......

After waiting for about half a minute, there was still no response.

This wasn't a smart lock, so it didn't stump Ye Jingchen. He simply pressed his index and middle fingers lightly on the keyhole and uttered, "Word of Power: Sword Control."

The lock cylinder is sensed, manipulated, filled, and twisted.

"Click!" The lock opened, and the door opened a crack.

Ye Jingchen peeked through the crack in the door and saw Chen Motong wearing a yellow and white bathrobe, leaning against the wall, snoring softly.

Ye Jingchen approached Chen Motong and inadvertently noticed a small hole in the wall. He squinted slightly and looked at the hole. "Huh, I can actually see into my room through this hole. Is it a pre-installed wiring hole?"

In her sleep, Chen Motong vaguely smelled a familiar scent in front of her nose. Unconsciously, she stuck out her tongue and licked her red lips and the corners of her mouth.

Ye Jingchen bent down slightly and picked up Chen Motong around the waist. Suddenly, he felt a wet touch on his right palm. He looked down at the floor where Chen Motong had just sat and saw that there were still water stains there, probably because the room was damp.

After quickly wiping Chen Motong's thighs, Ye Jingchen put Chen Motong back on the bed and covered her with a blanket.

Chen Motong slightly opened her eyes and mumbled sleepily, "Ye Jingchen? I'm so sleepy, I don't want to get up, let me sleep a little longer..."

I couldn't hear what she was muttering after that. I just saw her turn to the side, hug the blanket, close her eyes tightly, and fall into a deep sleep, with obvious dark circles under her eyes.

Poor sleep at night depletes vital energy, which easily manifests in this facial appearance.

This is too mystical and unbelievable. Is there a more scientific explanation?

Yes, brother, yes.

Overuse of the eyes leads to an increase in deoxygenated hemoglobin around the eyes, which is why dark circles appear.

As we all know, blood with a high oxygen content, such as blood in arteries, is reddish, while blood with a low oxygen content is purplish-black.

Seeing how tired Chen Motong was, Ye Jingchen decided not to wake her up and quietly left the room.

Just as Chen Motong closed the door, Li Wuyue's voice came from beside her: "Didn't Jormungandr and Fenrir come to this hotel yesterday?"

“Neither of them, brother and sister, came.” Ye Jingchen turned to look at Li Wuyue, who was wearing a white shirt, leaning against the door frame, tilting her head to look at him. She had short, dark gray hair and looked very capable.

"You got up so early?"

Li Wuyue looked down at her slender, fair fingers. "I don't need much sleep. My body can regulate itself very regularly."

“That’s very lifelike.” Ye Jingchen nodded, looking into Li Wuyue’s eyes. “Interested in growing your hair long?”

Li Wuyue: "What?"

Ye Jingchen: "I feel that if you had long, dark gray hair, you would look great whether you wore it in pigtails or a single ponytail."

“Okay,” Li Wuyue nodded, “I’ll start growing my hair long now.”

Ye Jingchen reached out and tugged at the corners of Li Wuyue's mouth, "Smile more. Your numb expression always makes me feel like you're enduring humiliation!"

"Will this work?" Li Wuyue gave a forced smile.

“Um…” Ye Jingchen looked at Li Wuyue’s zombie smile and hesitated for a moment, “Never mind, you’d better stop smiling.”

After saying that, Ye Jingchen turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, I'm getting dressed." Li Wuyue turned around hurriedly and walked towards the bedside table.

Ye Jingchen: "No, you stay here and protect Chen Motong. I'll go find Jormungandr and Fenrir and get you an easier job."

Li Wuyue's eyes darted left and right in their sockets before she put the tight-fitting trousers back on the bedside table. "Okay."

She didn't think there was anything wrong with this kind of holiday. It couldn't be that protecting Chen Motong was more dangerous than searching for the Roman half-blood, could it?

Ye Jingchen nodded, took off his tie, hung it on the coat rack, smiled faintly, and walked out of the room.

The streets were deserted because the Vatican had issued an emergency order stating that there was a special mission requiring people to cooperate and stay home; anyone who disobeyed would face the consequences.

Their moral standards are not as strict as those of China. The common law system follows precedents. Simply put, the way a similar case was handled in the previous case will likely be the way this case is handled in the previous case.

Therefore, most people who cherish life have chosen to stay home safely; as for the small number of people who are still traveling abroad, there is no reason for that. The foreign population is small, and the most well-known example is "parkour".

"Jörmungandr and Fenrir, with the whole city on alert, where will they choose to go?" Ye Jingchen paused for a moment in front of the bakery from yesterday before continuing on his way.

The streets were not deserted, nor was there any truth to the claim that "three men can make a tiger."

"If I were Jormungandr, where would I take Fenrir?" Ye Jingchen murmured. "A tavern? No, compared to drinking, she and Fenrir would prefer to eat and drink, so a restaurant would be more likely."

"A hotel? For the two siblings, sleep isn't a major consideration. Li Wuyue may have been exhausted all night, but she doesn't seem tired at all."

"A restaurant? Very likely, but sitting there eating all night would scare the restaurant owner, wouldn't it?"

As Ye Jingchen imagined that scene, he wandered aimlessly, when he heard a voice with a Filipino accent:

"My God!" exploded in my ears.

My English is limited, so please use your imagination. This is not a troll comment.

Through the slightly patterned, transparent floor-to-ceiling glass window, Ye Jingchen saw Jormungandr sitting at a round dining table with Fenrir and the two siblings.

The dining table, covered with a white round tablecloth, was now piled high with plates, reaching over a meter in height!

Inside the restaurant, a large crowd was watching.

There was even a person wearing a chef's hat who was brushing his teeth while watching the two Dragon Kings eat.

The Dragon King and his sister seemed to have completely let loose, their stomachs like bottomless pits, devouring the food from their plates like a whirlwind.

Pasta, omelet rice, bacon, fried egg, ham...

There were even waiters constantly coming out from the kitchen, carrying food, with dark circles under their eyes and covered in sweat.

Ye Jingchen walked into the restaurant and went to the front desk.

At the front desk stood a blue-haired woman with a high nose bridge, her cheekbones almost matching her nose bridge. She seemed oblivious to Ye Jingchen's arrival, her gaze fixed intently on Fenrir and Jormungandr.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Jingchen asked.

The blue-haired woman didn't even turn her head. "Look, look at that man and woman inside! I only started my shift at five in the morning. My colleagues said that those two Chinese people seem to have been eating all night! Isn't that amazing? This is the first time in my life I've ever seen such slim, big eaters in real life! It's unbelievable!"

"Sigh, I wasn't supposed to go to work today. Everyone sent me an emergency text message saying there would be a city-wide lockdown. There were hardly any customers in the store, so I don't know what got into the owner, insisting on opening the store and causing losses..."

Ye Jingchen couldn't be bothered to listen to the blue-haired woman's endless complaints about life. He turned and walked into the restaurant, heading towards Jormungandr and Fenrir.

It wasn't until Ye Jingchen's figure came into view that the blue-haired receptionist remembered she had forgotten to ask him what he needed. She pinched her nose. "Fuck, hopefully the staff inside will be more attentive..."

No one noticed Ye Jingchen approaching; everyone's attention was focused on the slender girl Jormungandr and the burly man Fenrir.

Of course, Jormungandr himself, and Fenrir himself, were excluded. The two siblings felt a sense of foreboding and exchanged a glance.

One look in their eyes and I knew it was a dragon about to die.

Ye Jingchen's fingertips had just touched the back of the dining chair!

Suddenly, the silver fork in Jormungandr's hand scraped against the porcelain plate with a sharp, ringing sound. The sound was like an ancient Egyptian scarab beetle scraping against the stone wall of a pyramid, startling the onlookers into taking three steps back.

Fenrir's molten gold eyes peeked out from the steam of the cream of mushroom soup, and the thick soup scooped up by the spoon condensed into stalactite shapes in the air.

"What are you doing?" Ye Jingchen placed his left and right hands on Fenrir and Jormungandr's shoulders respectively.

"Would you like some tiramisu, boss?" Jormungandr grinned, his eyes darting around, and poked at a coffee-soaked ladyfingers with his fork. The crumbs fell onto the tablecloth and spelled out the Assyrian Empire's military formation. "This shop's mascarpone cheese has truffles in it, the flavor is really unique!"

“To earn the approval of our little cook, the taste must be amazing. Besides, I certainly won’t refuse your invitation,” Ye Jingchen said, sitting down between Jormungandr and Fenrir.

His pupils contracted slightly the moment he sat down.

Suddenly, a light blue world tree-like pattern appeared on the entire oak dining table. This was an alchemical matrix used by priests in the pre-Christian era to seal dragons. I don't know why it appeared here.

Jormungandr and Fenrir also looked bewildered.

The crowd suddenly shivered, as if an unseen hand had erased their short-term memories. The waiter carrying the tray turned around blankly and headed towards the kitchen.

Are you having a buffet or at an archaeological site?

Ye Jingchen's fingertips traced the raised patterns on the tabletop, and dark red dragon blood dripped from the tip of Fenrir's fork, burning into the alchemical array's eye and emitting blue smoke.

Jormungandr suddenly tossed the napkin into the air. The pure white linen unfurled in the morning light to the size of a Dead Sea Scroll, its dense dragon runes gradually becoming visible as tomato sauce dripped down.

"This is an unexpected situation; neither my brother nor I knew about it!"

The sound of shattering porcelain came from the kitchen.

Suddenly, blue flames erupted from the brim of Fenrir's cowboy hat, and the molten silver cutlery was recast into the shape of a scimitar in his palm.

The moment Ye Jingchen grasped the Seven Deadly Sins Sword Box!

Ice cracks simultaneously appeared on all the glass windows of the restaurant, a sign that a Dragon King-level Word of Power was about to erupt: Word of Power - Frozen Seal.

"It seems today's dessert will have to end early." Jormungandr tossed the last Napoleon pastry into the air, the puff pastry disintegrating into sharp diamond-like flakes as it fell.

She licked the custard off her fingertips, her granite-like skin gleaming like Palos marble in the morning light.

The sudden sound of the organ froze everyone in their tracks.

The gramophone in the corner of the restaurant started spinning automatically, and the Sistine Chapel's "Last Judgment" melody flowed from the vinyl record.

In the frozen apocalypse, the temperature in the restaurant plummeted.

Ye Jingchen saw his own reflection, twisted in the silver spoon into the image of a demon from Dante's novel, while Fenrir's pupils reflected the trajectory of the twenty-seven golden eyes burning in the alchemical matrix.

Boss, be careful!

The warning voice of Jormungandr was drowned out by the roar of the organ.

The entire dining table suddenly rose vertically, transforming into bronze doors engraved with verses from the Book of Enoch.

As Ye Jingchen drew the Sword of Pride from the Seven Deadly Sins' sword case and plunged it into the ground, the entire restaurant floor began to collapse, revealing a bottomless abyss below:

Spiral staircase!

The material of those steps was clearly pieced together from the spine of some kind of animal, possibly Deadpool's.

Fenrir's elbow-spiked scimitar cleaved through the falling chandelier, the crystal shards reflecting in his sun-like golden eyes amidst the dragon's might.

When Ye Jingchen's crimson-gold eyes burned at their brightest, he saw seawater rising from inside the spiral staircase!

No, that's not seawater, that's a dense swarm of Ghost-toothed Vipers!

&34; Keep up with my blade! &34;

Fenrir's roar shattered all the glassware.

His scimitar cleaved through the void in a path as steep as a mountain, with spikes rising from the ground as he attacked the Ghost-Toothed Dragon Viper inside the spiral staircase!

"Boss, let's go!" As Jormungandr pulled Ye Jingchen into the crevice, she glanced back one last time and saw that the restaurant owner's pupils had turned into the vertical lines unique to dragons.

This half-blood, disguised as an Italian, had the Medici family's signature poison ring emblem appearing at the corner of his mouth...