Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

Chapter 92 No, you've come at just the right time!

Ye Chen took a step forward.

Wanwan took another step back, her smile widening: "What, you still want to hit me? I'm yours, hitting me is like hitting yourself."

Ye Chen ignored her and took another step forward, closing in on her within an arm's length.

"What's wrong with me hitting myself?"

He reached out and pinched Wan Guan's cheek.

Wanwan's face was distorted from his pinching, her mouth twisted to one side, as she protested indistinctly, "Let go—it hurts—you just said I hit you and it hit back—how come you're fine when you pinch me—"

"Because I'm using my inner energy to protect your face."

Ye Chen squeezed it a couple more times; it felt quite soft, so he squeezed it a little more.

Wanwan's eyes widened, and she tried to pry his fingers open with both hands, but she couldn't budge them. In desperation, she bit his tiger's mouth.

Ye Chen winced in pain, released his grip, looked down at the faint teeth marks on his hand, and then looked up at Wanwan's smug face, beaming with pride at his success.

Are you born in the Year of the Dog?

"I belong to you."

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment.

Wanwan herself was stunned for a moment, then a faint blush rose on her face. She turned her head away and covered half of her face with her sleeve.

"No—that's not what I meant—I just meant—we're one—so—oh well, never mind!"

She turned and ran towards the villa, leaving a trail of messy footprints on the beach with her bare feet, her white skirt fluttering like clouds in the wind.

Ye Chen stood there, watching the figure flee in panic, and couldn't help but laugh. He then took a step and chased after it.

Wanwan ran into the villa, went around the sofa, hid behind the bar, and peeked half her head out to look at him.

Ye Chen walked in unhurriedly, sat down on the sofa, and patted the seat next to him: "Come here."

"but."

"Then I'll go over there."

"Don't come any closer!"

Ye Chen stood up, and Wanwan turned and ran, circling the bar twice, then around the sofa, and running around the living room.

Ye Chen chased after her for a couple of steps before stopping, crossing his arms and watching her run around the living room, panting heavily.

Why are you running?

"If you're chasing me, how can I not run?"

"If you don't run, I won't chase you."

You're lying.

Ye Chen sighed, sat back down on the sofa, picked up the teapot on the coffee table, poured himself a cup of tea, and slowly sipped it.

Wanwan stopped in the distance, watching him warily. Only after confirming that he had no intention of following her did she carefully move back and sit down on the single sofa opposite him.

The two sat across a tea table, neither speaking, only the aroma of tea rising gently in the air.

Wanwan reached out and poured herself a cup of tea. Holding the cup with both hands, she looked down at the clear tea, her eyelashes drooping, lost in thought.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly raised her head, looked at Ye Chen, and moved her lips as if she wanted to say something.

Then a light shone in the center of the living room.

A portal appeared, shrouded in mist, and a moon-white figure emerged from behind it.

Nalan Yanran stood in the center of the living room, her black hair flowing like a waterfall, a brocade belt around her waist, her whole being as aloof and jade-like as ever, untouched by any worldly air.

She looked at the two people sitting opposite each other on the sofa across a small table, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

"I think I've arrived at the wrong time."

Wanwan put down her teacup, a slight smile playing on her lips, and the panic in her eyes had vanished.

"No, you've come at the perfect time!"

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest twice, and nodded in agreement.

Nalan Yanran's gaze swept back and forth between the two faces, feeling that the atmosphere was a bit strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

She walked over and sat down next to the maiden, her moon-white dress spread out on the sofa, and reached for the teapot to pour herself a cup.

"Where's Ziling? Didn't she say she wanted to be the first one in?"

Wanwan, holding her teacup, still had a smile on her lips as she looked at Nalan Yanran: "Ziling said she's currently discussing business with a Nascent Soul demon from the outer sea and will be arriving in a while."

Nalan Yanran frowned slightly, her tone tinged with confusion: "She's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, discussing business with a Nascent Soul demon from the outer sea?"

"Who knows? She's a rising star in the Chaotic Star Sea now, with powerful cultivators like the Six Paths Extreme Saints at the late Nascent Soul stage as her henchmen. She's very confident."

Wanwan placed her teacup on the coffee table. "But she did say she'd come over after we finished talking, so let's get together first!"

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest twice: "What about Lin Daiyu and Xiaolongnu?"

"It seems that something has gotten in the way of Daiyu."

Nalan Yanran put down her teacup. "As for Little Dragon Girl—"

She paused, a meaningful smile playing on her lips. "She's probably testing her sword on Zhongnan Mountain right now. You all know about those two Taoists from the Quanzhen Sect. Even though they've been killed, there still needs to be some explanation."

Wanwan tilted her head, a mischievous glint in her clear eyes: "What's there to confess? What can those Taoist priests from the Quanzhen Sect do to her?"

"She's at the Innate Realm now, which makes her invincible in the world of The Return of the Condor Heroes. Don't even mention the Quanzhen Sect, even if all five Great Masters were tied together, they wouldn't be enough for her to defeat with one hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, two beams of light appeared in the center of the living room.

Amidst the swirling mist, two figures emerged from behind the door almost simultaneously.

The figure on the left wore a light blue jacket, covered by a moon-white jacket. Her dark hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few strands falling beside her ears.

She exuded a delicate, frail beauty, but her smoky eyebrows relaxed slightly, and the lingering melancholy between them faded considerably.

The figure on the right was dressed in white like snow, with black hair like a waterfall, skin as smooth as jade, and features so exquisite that they looked like a work of art meticulously crafted by a craftsman.

Her back was ramrod straight, and she stood there like a drawn sword, aloof and cold, untouched by the world's troubles.

Lin Daiyu and Xiaolongnu arrived one after the other.

Wanwan was the first to react. She stood up from the sofa, her bare feet touching the cool stone floor, and waved to the two of them: "Coming, coming, come and sit down."

Nalan Yanran also stood up, her moon-white dress flowing like water as she rose.

She looked at Lin Daiyu, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Daiyu, you look much better today than when we last video chatted."

Lin Daiyu walked over with unhurried steps and an elegant and composed demeanor. When she sat down on the sofa, she even tidied her skirt, her movements delicate and graceful.

She raised her head, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of helplessness in her expression.

"It's all because of that thing the group admin did to me in that video last time. He said the way I was squatting by the flowerbed digging a hole looked like someone stealing sweet potatoes. I thought about it for a long time after I got back and realized it really wasn't very elegant, so I changed it!"

Ye Chen, sitting opposite him, twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this: "So what did you change?"

"Of course we won't dig a hole."

Lin Daiyu declared confidently, "I've changed to burying flowers. I just scatter the petals into the pit, and that's it. Much more elegant!"

Wanwan and Nalan Yanran were silent for a moment, then burst out laughing at the same time.

Little Dragon Girl finally walked over and sat down at the other end of the sofa. Her white clothes were as white as snow, her posture was upright, and her back was still straight.

Her gaze swept around the living room, finally settling on Ye Chen. She looked him up and down, a subtle glint flashing in her cool eyes.

"You're the group owner?"

His voice was clear and cold, like pearls falling onto a jade plate, devoid of any emotional color.

Ye Chen leaned back on the sofa and nodded: "You're Little Dragon Girl?"

"Um."

"I've heard so much about you."

"You're welcome."

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