When he got home, Zhang Xuan immediately found a laptop, logged onto a web page, typed a full twenty-digit password, and logged on to a website.

On the web page where Zhang Xuan logged in, there were dense texts. Lin Qinghan glanced at it and found that she couldn't understand any of them.

"Husband, then I'll go to bed first."

Lin Qinghan stood behind Zhang Xuan for a while and found that Zhang Xuan's attention was all on the computer in front of her, so she spoke out.

"Um."

Zhang Xuan nodded without looking back.

Lin Qinghan took a deep breath and blushed a little, "Husband, then I'll go take a shower first, you...you'll come over after you finish your work."

"I know my wife, go and rest."

Zhang Xuan responded again.

Lin Qinghan took a lotus step and walked up to the bedroom on the second floor.

Soon, a rustling sound of water rang upstairs.

And in the living room downstairs, there was a crackling sound of keyboards.

When Lin Qinghan came out of the bathroom, she could still hear the keyboard downstairs. She was wearing a silk pajamas, with a smooth texture attached to her body, revealing a perfect S-shaped curve, with wet hair shook behind her, and a drop of water slid down from her forehead. If someone saw this beauty in the bath, she would definitely be crazy about it.

Lin Qinghan slowly walked to the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt open, lay in, her little face turned red, and her eyes were lying there with a hint of expectation.

Lin Qinghan could clearly feel that her heartbeat was accelerating, and even her hands and feet were trembling slightly unconsciously. She felt nervous, but she was expecting the sound of the man's footsteps to ring outside the door.

In the room, only one bedside lamp was lit, which was very quiet, and the sound of the woman's breathing was very clear.

After a while, Lin Qinghan suddenly opened her eyes. She didn't realize when she fell asleep. She quickly picked up the phone placed at the bedside and saw that it was already four o'clock in the middle of the night.

Lin Qinghan turned her head and looked at her side. The empty half-bed made her feel an unspeakable feeling of loss. She turned her body sideways, stepped on the ground with her two tender little feet, slightly opened the bedroom door, and looked at Zhang Xuan's bedroom opposite her room.

Zhang Xuan's bedroom door was wide open, and there was no one inside.

A slight keyboard pounding sounded.

Lin Qinghan tiptoed to the stairs on the second floor and saw a faint light lit up on the coffee table in the dark living room, from the computer screen.

In front of the computer screen, the man was staring at it attentively and tapping it from time to time.

Standing at the entrance of the stairs, Lin Qinghan sighed slightly, turned around, returned to the bedroom, lying there, but couldn't sleep.

Everyone looked at the appearance of the King of Hell, but they didn't know that there were many things that made the King of Hell distressed. As the leader of an organization, the King of Hell had no way out. He had no other choice except to solve all the things he encountered.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky in Yinzhou was still pitch black.

Zhang Xuan stared at the things on the computer screen. The website he logged in was the website he had first seen when he first came into contact with the underground world. He had no membership and could not log in at all.

Each account has a level division, from level one to level ten, and the highest level ten.

Zhang Xuan’s level is not the highest, it can only be ranked in the middle, and it is at level five.
Chapter completed!