Chapter 1220: Chapter 1187: You’re from the Nine Netherworld, Aren’t You?
"How about we go instead of Feng’s Wife?"
At the entrance of a tavern named "Cyan Dragon Pavilion" on the north street of Cyan Dragon City, Handsome to the Core stood in front of the door speaking to Zhang Xinying:
"Names can be a coincidence, there’s no need for you to come in person, is it?"
"We can also go up first to check the situation and tell you then, you know."
Tian Ci also chimed in:
"Maybe she’s just looking for Boss Feng to issue some special task."
"Things like this happening to Boss Feng isn’t unusual, right?"
"I also think it’s best to leave this to Handsome, let’s continue to level up on the Battlefield."
As Tian Ci spoke, he secretly gave Xiao He a nudge.
Xiao He quickly caught on and said:
"Right, right."
"Let’s go level up on the Battlefield, I’m almost at level 68."
Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the three blocked the tavern entrance so tightly that Zhang Xinying couldn’t get in even if she wanted to.
Seeing the three blocking the entrance, Zhang Xinying couldn’t help but roll her eyes and said:
"What are you worried about?"
Upon hearing this, Handsome to the Core instantly acted like a rat whose tail had been stepped on, somewhat flustered and stammered:
"Worried? No, not at all."
"Feng’s Wife, you’re overthinking it."
"We’re just giving you a suggestion."
Saying this, he didn’t forget to wink at Tian Ci:
"Right?"
Tian Ci and Xiao He nodded repeatedly, regardless of whether it made sense or not:
"Right, right."
Zhang Xinying found it somewhat amusing and said:
"Right my foot."
Zhang Xinying wasn’t stupid; she knew exactly what they were thinking.
Ever since she decided to come and take a look, they’d been trying to stop her in every way possible.
Seeing them blocking the entrance and refusing entry, Zhang Xinying furrowed her brows ’impatiently’ and said:
"Hurry up and let me in!"
"Or I’m going to get mad right now."
Seeing the expression on Zhang Xinying’s face, which didn’t seem fake, the group finally had to step aside and open the door reluctantly.
At this moment, Zhan Chen couldn’t help but tease from the side:
"What’s the point of what you did?"
By now Zhang Xinying was already pulling the little girl Wang Zixin, together with Yuna and Mute, into the tavern.
Over there, a server came over to warmly greet them:
"Welcome, how many of you are there?"
Zhang Xinying turned her head and looked at Handsome to the Core, who had no choice but to say:
"Already reserved on the 3rd floor."
The server’s expression paused, as if confirming something.
After a moment, the server’s face regained its enthusiastic look and said to them:
"Please, honored guests, this way."
Zhang Xinying led the women upstairs, following behind the server.
Seeing Zhan Chen and the others following, Handsome to the Core stood at the entrance helplessly saying:
"Boss Feng, we’ve done our best."
"If anything happens, you can’t blame us."
Xiao He, on the other hand, seemed confused and said:
"What’s this situation?"
"Isn’t it just an ’NPC’ looking for Boss Feng?"
"Even if she’s a woman, it doesn’t necessarily mean anything."
Handsome to the Core hooked Xiao He’s neck and explained:
"You can’t just look at the surface of things."
"Originally a woman suddenly looking for Boss Feng, and she’s a peerless beauty at that."
"That’s already a bit unusual."
"You didn’t see the look on Feng’s Wife’s face when she learned the woman’s name."
"From years of experience, I can tell this woman’s identity is unlikely to be that simple."
"Though I’m not saying there’s definitely something, I trust Boss Feng’s character."
"But!"
Handsome to the Core suddenly said seriously:
"As followers, we must nip any potential crisis in the bud."
Xiao He said at this point:
"But Feng’s Wife already went up."
Handsome to the Core paused:
"I know."
At this, Handsome to the Core also knew that no words were important now.
Together with Tian Ci, they shook their heads and sighed:
"Let’s go."
Walking down the street, Tian Ci couldn’t help but say to Handsome to the Core:
"It’s all your fault for talking so loudly; otherwise, how would Feng’s Wife know about this?"
Handsome to the Core directly rolled his eyes at Tian Ci and said:
"How would I know Feng’s Wife actually knew her."
"So weird."
"Did Boss Feng tell her?"
...
...
On the third floor of the tavern at this moment, Ling Yuwei said in surprise:
"Is he really that impressive?"
Although Ling Yuwei was veiled in gauze, the white veil covering half her face,
Dragon Soul, the famous one, could still sense the undeniable sparkle in Ling Yuwei’s eyes.
It seemed that she was truly intrigued by Feng Hua’s stories.
For some reason,
Dragon Soul knew the other was just an ’NPC’ character.
Yet through interactions over this period, Dragon Soul couldn’t bring himself to view the woman, who displayed all emotions on her face, as mere cold data without feelings.
Realizing she was particularly interested in Feng Hua’s past, Dragon Soul began recounting the inspiring stories Feng Hua had experienced over the past year.
Every time he spoke of something exciting, Ling Yuwei would clap her hands excitedly, as if she were another of Feng Hua’s fangirls.
This even made Dragon Soul start to doubt Ling Yuwei’s true identity:
’Could she really be just a system-created "NPC"?’
While Dragon Soul was still marveling at how advanced the AI had become, footsteps suddenly echoed through the corridor.
At this moment, Dragon Soul also received a notification from the tavern system in the game interface.
Dragon Soul’s heart skipped a beat: ’Could it be him?’
Without time for further thought.
Dragon Soul jogged forward quickly, and at this moment, a beautiful face appeared in his sight.
Dragon Soul was taken aback:
"Lemon Bunny... Feng’s Wife?"
"You, why are you here!"
Dragon Soul never expected Zhang Xinying to appear here.
Soon after, Yuna, Mute, Stable as a Mountain, and Tian Ci appeared in the attic one after another.
Dragon Soul started to sweat profusely:
"Where, where is Feng Hua the Great?"
"Why isn’t he here?"
Zhang Xinying’s eyes were fixed on the woman also observing her from a distance.
Zhang Xinying didn’t answer Dragon Soul’s question, but asked the woman:
"Is your name Ling Yuwei?"
Ling Yuwei looked at Zhang Xinying in surprise, somewhat puzzled:
"Do you know me?"
Hearing no denial of the name from the other, Zhang Xinying said again:
"You’re from Nine Netherworld, right?!"
Ling Yuwei’s gaze suddenly focused on Zhang Xinying:
"Who are you?"
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