The wheels rolled over the smooth coal-tar asphalt road, letting out a soft, rhythmic rustling. The sound was particularly pleasing, none of the jolting and racket of rolling over gravel like before.
"Lord Demon King…"
"What is it?"
"Nothing, it's just that Youyou feels you're just… way too clever."
The milky-white puff of mist drifted beside Luo Yan; the muttering voice inside was full of amazement, as if it had just witnessed some unbelievable miracle.
It wasn't unbelievable, nor was it a miracle—Youyou had just seen too little.
Hearing the soft mumbling by his ear, Luo Yan gave a faint smile, lifted his teacup and took a sip. As always, he was perfectly elegant today.
Multiple choice question?
What a joke.
Only grown-ups do multiple choice; as for the Demon King, naturally he wants them all!
At this very moment, in the Campbell family's carriage—rated to hold two people—there were four sitting inside, and somehow it still felt quite spacious.
