Chapter 96: The Chef!

Tang Xuan’s expression changed dramatically. A chance to be reborn? Not only had Brother Fan not blamed him, he had actually given him such an opportunity?

“If Brother Fan is willing to let me try, then I will go.”

At this point, Chen Fan still had not told Tang Xuan what it was about.

What he would have to do, or what kind of difficulties he would face.

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Su Ruanruan could not bear the grievance. She burst into tears on the spot and ran off at once, as though she had been bullied terribly by Luo Yunzhi.

A few minutes later, the many-eyed one—no, it should be Wang Linchi—opened the countless eyes covering his body.

Zhao Yi’s tone was exceedingly sincere. If one truly knew nothing of the inside story, one would probably be deeply moved, but Xu Jiang did not think that way at all.

After speaking, Zheng Han and the people beside him all stepped aside. Behind them was actually a heavy machine gun, already draped with a long belt of ammunition. At the leader’s command, the gunner immediately pulled the trigger.

Xuan Yin said nothing. She sat quietly in the wooden chair, her body and mind still not yet recovered. Her face remained flushed, and though her thoughts were in chaos, what filled her even more was helpless uncertainty toward what lay ahead.

Compared with Xuan Yin’s single slash that slew a swath of foes, Lu Xun was clearly just coasting along. Yet in his own world, that was not how it was seen at all.

Twelve years ago, the war between Southern Border and Crimson North had reached a stalemate. One day, Su’s father received intelligence that the Great Khan of Southern Border would personally lead the campaign, intending to cross the Sunset Valley, drive straight through, and seize Crimson North in one overwhelming strike.

It was not long before many tents appeared in the distance. From afar, they looked like a resort village.

If the other party wanted to join Yucheng of her own accord, she would say so when registering. If she did not want to speak of it, then as a gentleman, Xu Mu would not expose her.

“Nonsense. I’ve never tested her. As for fire control, I’ve never even used a Hundred Refinement Pill. She has her own path, and there’s no need to trace it back to me.” Huang Yaoshi had been rather melancholy lately. Arong was radiant every day, not a trace of sorrow on her face.

Xiao Xiang looked at him coldly. She saw him open the wooden box he had been toying with earlier and take out a silk painting scroll from inside.

Jie Yifan clenched his teeth and cursed bitterly in his heart, glancing sideways at the open window.

Sure enough, after probing again and again, Zheng Qingxia finally let go with a dissatisfied look, yet her beautiful eyes were filled with confusion.

Such details were actually something A Ye had heard from others. She had also seen Arong carrying needles with her, and when she happened to encounter patients in the street, she would, in a moment of urgency, use acupuncture to relieve their symptoms. That was why A Ye mentioned it.

It was a stall selling calligraphy and paintings. The vendor was a middle-aged man wearing a shabby long gown in the old style. Though worn, it was very clean, and in some places repeated washing had faded the color. He carried himself with composure, looking every inch the learned scholar.

The two of them both grinned with malicious delight, leaving the imperial guards pressing me from behind utterly unable to tell what emotion a captured assassin ought to be feeling.

In front of Fu Nan, Old Master Fu had no need to pretend. He waved a hand and brushed aside Fu Nan’s attempt to lean in and whisper.

The Undead King had not much technique. Every strike was only a simple chop or cleave, yet the enormous bone blade exuded wave after wave of black light that made the heart tremble, glittering brilliantly and blinding the eye.

Jie Yifan shook his head hard. Not to mention something that had no basis in the first place, even if it did exist, he would still deny it to the death.

As a member of a dark organization, Wei Feng had no way of foreseeing what would happen if the extremely fine transparent lines would trigger a chain reaction. Once the twin blast erupted, this entire nineteenth floor would be blown apart, with consequences beyond prediction.

The breeding farm construction site needed many hands. Since they were willing to volunteer, they were naturally all assigned under Old Zhang’s command to ease the burden on the few of them. But he also had to make it clear to them that Old Zhang would be in charge of the farm’s construction, and he himself would never interfere in its affairs.