Could Not Be the Asura Arena

Ling Ping'an brought Hu Nuonuo up to the ninth floor and arrived at the door of his room. He swiped the room card and the door opened.

Then, he turned on the lights.

"Miss Hu, the guest room here is simpler..." Ling Ping'an smiled and said, "I hope you don't mind..."

"I don't mind!" Hu Nuonuo was extremely happy!

She had already made up her mind. She would move over tomorrow.

She would move close to the young master...

Even if it was only a matter of time before she could take a look and come into contact with him...

It would be extremely beneficial to her bloodline!

If... she could...

Even if it was just for one night...

Hu Nuonuo knew that it was equivalent to a thousand years of bitter cultivation!

It was simply the path to heaven, the true shortcut to the south!

Ling Ping'an chuckled and walked to the living room, sitting on the chair.