Chapter 760: Chapter 178: Mr. Fang’s Grand Gesture [10,000 Words] (Part 6)
Ye Meng asked with a smile.
Suddenly was stunned.
Fang Che realized he also needed to change in this regard.
After all, being a young master pampered from childhood, he shouldn’t understand these things, let alone be so skilled.
So he turned the tables: "Oh, you actually know this is the habit of Jianghu People? You sure know a lot."
"I heard someone mention it." Ye Meng pursed her lips and smiled.
So he also reminded himself: This won’t do, I’ve been too relaxed lately.
The two spies, both reflecting inwardly, finished and ate the meal with a seemingly jovial atmosphere, conversing effortlessly.
No one exposed any flaw.
Moreover, Fang Che realized, this girl didn’t even have a disturbed heartbeat.
That’s truly remarkable.
It seems the Bingche Spirit Platform has already shown some results.
After the meal.
Ye Meng carried some leftovers outside to place in the corner of the room.
Fang Che then noticed a large stray cat, with black fur and bright, shiny eyes, over there.
Seeing the food, the kitten excitedly meowed, lunging forward to devour it heartily.
Before long, its belly was round and full.
Contentedly curling its body into a ball in the shade, it began meticulously licking its paws.
Ye Meng wanted to pet it, but the kitten was unwilling, baring its teeth and showing a fierce look.
Fang Che, having eaten and drank his fill, prepared to practice martial arts in the courtyard, stretching and spreading his arms wide, yawning.
The black cat froze, then stretched its four paws front and back, kicked back with its hind feet, and stretched its back—actually imitating Fang Che’s yawn.
Fang Che widened his eyes: "Are you mimicking me?"
The black cat disdainfully glanced at him, arrogantly turned around, leaped onto the garden wall, and vanished from sight in the blink of an eye.
"No way... Is it possibly a Demon?"
Fang Che was startled.
Some time ago, he inspected it, just an ordinary cat.
Why so much drama?
"What happened?" Ye Meng came out to tidy up.
"This cat actually imitated my stretch, must have become a spirit." Fang Che said, stretching again.
Reaching out with his hands, his body stretching...
Ye Meng pursed her lips: "Did you learn it from the cat?"
Fang Che: ????
...
Late night.
Fang Che sliced his head with the back of the sword, creating a blood bruise, appearing urgent as he arrived at the Worldwide Escort Agency. Someone was waiting to deliver something to him here...
The benefits delivered to the door, must not miss them.
"Chief, someone came looking for you, they’ve been waiting all afternoon and evening."
Zheng Yunqi came up to report.
"Understood."
Reception room.
"Really sorry, I just completed a task, rushed back only now."
Starlight Master with a face of exhaustion yet with some excitement, warmly shook the newcomer’s hand, under the newcomer’s ’waiting for so long and you don’t know better’ gaze, a trickle of blood slowly flowed from the top of his head.
Flowing down behind the ear.
The visitor was a middle-aged man, scrutinizing him: "Injured?"
"Just a minor injury."
Starlight Master smiled faintly: "Didn’t handle it properly, actually you know, for us, this kind of injury...is quite ordinary."
He casually wiped it, extracted some medicine powder, and sprinkled it on his head: "It’s just a blood bruise, just now didn’t break open, it’s fine, you’ve had a tough journey, let me prepare a small feast..."
The visitor swept his gaze, examined with Divine Sense, his expression relaxed considerably: "You almost had your head chopped off, if that sword was any heavier, half your skull would have flown off."
Fang Che laughed heartily: "Fortunately, in the end, I still won."
"Who did you kill?"
"It was an assassination arranged by the Sect Hierarch, Just knew the appearance and location, but that sword was not him, the task was quite easy, killed with just two strikes, but just as I was leaving, encountered a street-patrolling Guardian Deacon, couldn’t avoid."
"I see."
The man said: "No need for a feast, I completed Young Master Xing’s task, I’ll be leaving soon, Young Master Xing has other arrangements."
"That’s too modest... Senior, you’ve come so far, not even a cup of water..."
Starlight Master insisted: "We must at least..."
"First, tend to the main business."
This person still used Divine Sense to meticulously check the blood bruise on Starlight Master’s head; confirming it was caused during a fierce life-and-death battle...
Only then did the anger of ’being neglected’ dissipate.
"May I ask for the esteemed senior’s name?"
"Feng Shiqi."
"Uh, greetings, Senior Shiqi."
Feng Shiqi looked at him with interest, saying calmly: "My ancestor was a household servant adopted by Vice Sect Master Feng; among those eligible to bear the Feng surname... a total of one hundred and eight people, you’ve never heard of it, right?"
"Truly never heard, please, senior, enlighten me."
Starlight Master held a very humble demeanor.
Feng Du adopted household servants? Such a background is quite intimidating.
"I don’t need to enlighten you, you’ll know in the future; people like us, are death soldiers of the Feng family; if one day I die and my son reaches the requisite cultivation, he’ll be the new Feng Shiqi."
Feng Shiqi stated calmly: "If the prior generation dies and the next one lacks cultivation, Feng Shiqi’s name will be sealed for five generations; if after five generations, the family bloodline doesn’t qualify to inherit the name Feng Shiqi, they will revert to their original surname, leave the manor, and seek another livelihood."
"The name of Feng Shiqi has been passed down from my grandfather’s generation."
Clearly, Feng Shiqi is quite proud of his name.
Moreover, filled with a sense of accomplishment.
Fang Che was somewhat puzzled: Generations using a name as servants for another family, is that truly so admirable?
