He slept sweetly.
Unusually sweet.
Because he was having a beautiful dream.
In the dream, the entire Wangchun City was under his domineering power, oops, heroic power. The Mo Sect knelt in submission, and there were young maidens in Mo Sect attire who flirted with him, ready to serve him well.
Murong, the Young Hero, naturally accepted this sort of low taste.
Even a Young Hero needs to enjoy!
Moreover, in dreams, one's will is naturally weaker than when awake.
That wasn't enough. Murong, the Young Hero, was also quite busy in his dream, needing to examine the bodies of beautiful brothel girls one by one.
One on the left, another on the right; his eyes were dazzled.
The patrolling Panda Dabai occasionally glanced into Murong's room, since Murong's eerie laughter kept resonating from within.
No wonder, the dream was just too delightful for Murong, the Young Hero.
Hehehe!
