The Yandere Male Lead Chases Me-Chapter 911: Lord Hero Is So Wicked 33

Night fell.

Before sleep overtook her, Su Yan noticed that Feng Rong was already asleep.

She closed her eyes, intending to sleep as well.

But suddenly, the person beside her let out a muffled groan of pain.

Then, he abruptly grasped her hand.

With incredible force.

As if he wanted to snap her wrist.

Su Yan pressed her lips together and turned her head to look at him.

By the moonlight, she saw beads of sweat densely covering his forehead.

He had only been asleep for about twenty minutes.

Seeing him clench his brows tightly, she wondered what he was dreaming of.

In no time, he was drenched in sweat.

Su Yan saw a streak of golden light flash by.

She lowered her eyelids.

"Nightmare, stay away from him."

Her voice was not threatening in the least.

Just as calm and steady as an everyday conversation.

Under the pale moonlight, that streak of golden light grew brighter.

Finally, it transformed into a person.

A man in white robes, except for a pair of glowing golden eyes.

From top to bottom, he was completely covered, revealing nothing.

One of the Nine Main Gods, ranked eighth, Nightmare.

Nightmare bowed,

"Lord."

Su Yan sat up in bed.

Because Feng Rong still held her wrist.

She did not leave the bed.

She spoke quietly,

"Why are you here?"

Nightmare lowered his head,

"Sent by Ye Qianling’s command."

"For what reason?"

"Gods and demons travel separate paths. Since the dawn of time, Jiuchongtian and the Abyss Demon Domain have been at odds."

Su Yan listened.

She looked up at Nightmare,

"Did she teach you to say that?"

Nightmare hesitated for a moment, then his body shifted slightly.

Originally appearing sacred and unassailable.

Somehow, at that moment, he seemed deflated.

"Yes."

Su Yan’s eyelids drooped briefly.

"Ten thousand years ago, your intellect was that of an eight-year-old. Now ten thousand years have passed, has your intellect grown? Has it been measured?"

Nightmare remained silent.

Just stood there.

After a long while.

Su Yan asked again,

"Speak up."

The deep male voice finally emerged,

"Eight and a half."

When that male voice sounded.

Xiao Hua almost burst out laughing.

A Main God with the intellect of an eight-and-a-half-year-old?

The notorious Nightmare, who is said to infiltrate dreams and kill in the night??

Su Yan closed her eyes briefly,

"Can you control yourself now, follow the rules?"

Nightmare remained silent once more.

Su Yan lifted her eyes, looked at him,

"Do you want to compete with me?"

Finally, Nightmare spoke,

"Yes."

His purpose of coming here was to engage in a battle with Su Yan.

He wouldn’t give up until the fight.

Su Yan nodded,

"Alright."

Upon hearing Su Yan’s agreement, Nightmare’s body swayed slightly.

His shoulders squared up successfully.

Then, Su Yan said,

"Two conditions."

"Speak."

"Stay away from him."

Nightmare nodded, this time without hesitation.

The deep male voice,

"What’s the second?"

"This is a Dimension World, if you want to fight. You must comply with the rules of this world.

Shrink your power proportionally to fit within the reasonable limits of this world."

Nightmare remained silent.

Su Yan glanced at him,

"Don’t understand?"

Nightmare said nothing.

Su Yan spoke,

"You must become like an ordinary person in this world. Only then can we compete."

Nightmare

"Why?"

"For fairness."

Upon hearing this, Nightmare finally stopped questioning.

He nodded in agreement,

"Okay."

Nightmare spoke,

"If I win, what can you give me?"

Su Yan looked at him,

"I can give you nothing."

Then Su Yan continued,

"If I win, you will isolate yourself for twenty thousand years, not allowed to enter the small world without permission.

Seal away eighty percent of your Divine Power, and do not unseal it until your intellect grows to fifteen years old."

Xiao Hua listened,

"Host, he seems at a disadvantage here.

Even if he wins, it seems like he loses.

Would he agree?"

Nightmare

"Okay."

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