Celestial Dragon Carnival (1)

It was almost eight o'clock in the evening when Hu Nuonuo left.

Ling Ping'an closed the door and was about to go back to bed to read the news and play a few games.

However, when he turned his head, he noticed a gilded invitation card on the shoe cabinet at the door.

"Who put it here?" he picked it up and looked at the invitation card.

The invitation card was framed exquisitely and smelled of sandalwood.

It seemed to be made in an ancient temple.

He waved his hand and opened the invitation card, but there were no words inside.

"A blank invitation card?" he smiled and put it back to its original place.

He walked to the bedside, took off his shoes, and leaned against the bedside cabinet, continuing to read the news.

He was very concerned about Legend of Nightmare's development.

After all, this was a matter of whether or not he could just sit around and wait for death to come!