"What are you doing?"
Setting down the book in his hand, Agunas looked at Feng Yuan, who was flipping through the Dark Ancient Book at the desk, with some confusion. Glancing at the Xiao Ji clock on the wall, the eagle-shaped Xiao Ji holding a round clock—I have no idea where Feng Yuan got it custom made—it was already past three in the morning. Was this guy planning to pull an all-nighter?
Xiao Ji, having transformed into an Eggshell Chicken, was being held in Feng Yuan's arms like a pillow. But now, given the late hour, Xiao Ji couldn't help but fall asleep. After all, strictly speaking, it had only been born for just about a year, and it was not yet accustomed to staying up late.
