Refreshed
Editor: Misty Cloud Translations
The black-robed and refreshed Xuanyuan Mo Ze placed one hand behind his back and the other hand on his front abdomen. He walked out with steady steps. When he saw the three people standing at the gate outside the courtyard, he asked, "Is something the matter?"
His voice was languid and magnetic as if he had just awakened from sleep. He was also like a young man who just tasted the sweetness. There was unconcealed satisfaction between his eyebrows.
The three of them had different reactions when they saw his looks. Leng Shuang, especially, was a little unclear. It's not that she didn't have any doubts, but that she put her suspicions deep in her heart. She reported, "Madam has already prepared dinner and invited Hell's Lord and Mistress to come and have a meal."
"Little Jiu hasn't woken up yet. Let her sleep more." As soon as he stopped speaking, Feng Jiu's voice came from behind.