"Miss Leng is now studying in Shengde, how does it feel?" Evans personally opened the car door for her, turned sideways, and led her to the entrance, with a playful smile on his face and warm eyes.

It's the same person we met on Tuesday, but tonight put on a blindfold and covered right eye, which is more contradictory than the weak bookishness that day. Probably because she heard Frey's words on the road, her first reaction when she saw Evans now is that this person is prone to extremes.

The massacre of the family has been endured for so many years, but now I finally have the power in my hands, but I have to take care of the overall situation. just crazy.

"It's okay, I just go to class and play games every day. I'm very comfortable." In her opinion, club activities and playing games are the same thing. Compared with the upcoming military academy life, she feels that Monday to Thursday is perfect. Have a holiday. For some reason, she subconsciously felt that tomorrow's military academy admission ceremony would never be easy.

"Is Shengde High School so relaxed now?" Evans couldn't help raising his eyebrows. The empire was the most difficult high school to get into. How could she feel like kindergarten, not a place to go to school at all, but a place to relax. amusement park.

"The benevolent sees the benevolent and the wise sees the wisdom." She chuckled and stepped into the Marshal's Mansion with her right foot first, obviously not wanting to talk more. Talking about high school life with a high-ranking military officer? I'm sorry, but she felt a little beefy about this topic.

The guards' eyes flashed, and Qi Qi saw that Evans and Frey were standing beside her, as if to guide her, and as if they had deliberately slowed down to chat with her, the three of them walked side by side. OK, no one is behind.

This kind of thing, on other women, they must be blinded, but on Leng Yiyao, they all feel that they are used to it. Just kidding, when she first appeared in the Marshal's Mansion, she directly watched the bloody mass shooting, and she smiled with a mean face. I want to find a dignified and virtuous woman who is an ordinary woman in her love, I'm sorry, I'm just seeking abuse.

"It's still early, the chef should still be busy with dinner," Evans glanced at his watch. Leng Yiyao came directly after school. He didn't spend much time on the way, and it wasn't even dark yet. , he glanced at the brightly lit hall: "The marshal is still handling things in the office, otherwise, let's go there and see?"

It's not impossible for the owner to be busy and have fun by himself. It's just that here at Homer... Leng Yiyao smiled and responded to Evans' proposal like a good one: "Okay."

Frey's eyes were startled, and he thought to himself, how could he not have such a good guiding force before, and it was clear that Evans did not do anything, but it was so natural to lead Miss Leng to the marshal's room, which was convenient, fast, Straight to the target, no problem at all.

"Cut"

Evans was at the door, knocking on Homer's office door.

Homer was just in the chair reading the last paragraph of the material. Hearing the knock on the door, he looked up from the material and rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Come in."

The three of them filed in, Leng Yiyao walking in the middle, the yellow light fell on her face, and the afterglow was like a good picture scroll slowly unfolding. Homer's eyes froze slightly, and he couldn't help but take another look. don't know if it was his delusion, but Leng Yiyao in the daytime and she in the night have a completely different feeling. She was wearing a white top and black skirt that day, standing in the crowd, fresh and eye-catching, like the only blooming lotus in a lotus pond, people can't take their eyes off at a glance, but today, she is wearing a khaki windbreaker, which is casually matched A pale yellow dress. There was a soft smile on his face, but it was clear that the smile showed a bit of brightness and distance. Said to be a student, but her eyes made him forget her age every time.

"I heard that you won the key to the private library of the Shengde Group from Yunlai." He stood up and casually tapped the chairs in front of him with his fingertips.

Frey blinked and stood back automatically, not sitting. Evans was not polite, he picked a chair that was a little further away, tilted it at will, picked up the teacup beside the table, held his breath slightly, and let the tea fragrance wrap him around him.

Leng Yiyao looked at Evans's expression where he was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep, couldn't help but smiled softly and sat down directly on the chair nearest to Homer without rejecting it. She wasn't surprised that Homer knew about her every move at Sunderland.

"Yes, there are two keys, one is the password that was changed regularly at Walker's side, and the other is Yunlai's platinum key." She flipped her hand slightly under the light. I don't know when the platinum key turned out to be It just happened to fall in the center of the palm, and it appeared silently, but just right.

Evans, who closed her eyes slightly, blinked, and her eyes looked down from her wrist, but she didn't find the slightest loophole. Her trench coat had no pockets involved, and the dress inside was worn close to the body, so there was obviously no place to hide.

So where did she find this card? The movement was so fast that it seemed to be in the palm of his hand from the moment he entered the door.

Even Frey stood in the distance, his eyes stunned.

However, Homer only quietly lowered his head and glanced at her small palm, which was pink and white, as if it was only half the size of his palm. On the platinum door key, his eyes just swept across: "Go in. Afterwards, how do you feel?"

He loves books spontaneously, and has countless books in his collection, but due to his busy affairs, he has not had much time to read them. In order to save time, he put a lot of books in the villa so that he can read them at any time. Unexpectedly, after she lived in the villa, she also entered the private library of Shengde. As far as he knows, the collection of books there is not inferior to that of the National Library.

"Convenient, fast." She smiled, turning her palms, and once again, the card disappeared without a trace, just like when it appeared. "There is a satellite 2.0 encrypted computer inside, and almost all the books that can be seen outside can be downloaded on the computer instantly. As for the other..." She circled her fingertips around the end of her hair, and said lightly: " I'm not particularly interested in those rare treasures, so I haven't looked at them a few times."

In the first half of the episode, Evans was quite interested. He felt that this girl was diligent and eager to learn, and even knew about 2.0 encrypted computers. But the more hear it, the worse it gets...

What the heck is a rare treasure not interested in? Doesn't it mean that women are inherently immune to these things?

Suddenly I remembered the meaningful sentence of Homer when I talked to Homer that day, "Do you think she is so easy to kidnap?"

At this moment, looking at her uninterested look, she finally understood the way out.

A woman who doesn't have a special hobby for rare treasures, what kind of flattery does she need to be in her arms?

He suddenly glanced at Homer with some sympathy. Before the other party found out, he quickly turned his eyes away, lowered his head and took another sip of tea.

"Since books are more interesting than rare treasures, what type of books are you more interested in?" As if he had expected her answer, Homer lowered his eyebrows with a slight smile, and took out a copy of military weapons from the bookshelf. book, handed it to her.

She touched the thick piece of paper with her fingertips, paused slightly, and looked around, as if she just realized that his office was also full of books, she shook her head and chuckled: "I don't have much contact with this kind of monograph, and now I'm only interested in Architecture is kind of interesting."

On the computer in the villa, she was looking at books about architecture and drawings of the royal airport. When she said this, she sounded grand and did not hide it.

Homer nodded, followed the book in his hand, and sank slightly: "Then what do you think of weapon improvement?"

As soon as the voice fell, the entire office fell silent.

Evans's hand holding the teacup froze in the air, almost spitting out the tea in his mouth. He, did he have a problem with his ears just now?

Even if Homer took a fancy to this little girl again, he wouldn't use such important matters in the military world to ask her at will.

Some time ago, he aggressively dealt with those internal rebellions who leaked secrets in order to prepare for weapon modification in advance. Even when he was abroad, he could guess one or two when he heard the wind, but the little girl in front of him...

A businessman from the Leng family, will she know this?

The point is, with Hemo's mind, the city government is willing to tell all these things? Isn't he afraid that she will turn her head and tell others about these secrets?

Leng Yiyao suddenly raised her head, and her eyes met Hemo's dark pupils. For a moment, she almost had the same expression as Evans.

It's one thing for her to know what he's doing, but it's another thing for him to pull her in. Even before she officially reported to the military academy, she casually dismissed such secret matters like chatting, what was his idea?

"I haven't come into contact with the most widely used firearms in the military, but as far as I saw the scars on Zhai Mu's body last time, reducing the recoil of the firearms is the most urgent problem that needs to be solved." She paused for a second before continuing to put Finished speaking. That night at the D City Hotel, after Zhai Mu entered the suite, Homer had asked him to take off his shirt. At that time, she could clearly see that those were the result of the recoil of the sniper rifle being imposed on one place. For veterans who have received military training for many years, it is still unbearable, how can other ordinary soldiers bear it?

"We all know the problem, the key is how to solve it." In the world, there are three W principles, namely "what", "what", "how", "how", "why" and "why". He didn't believe that she only had such a superficial understanding after seeing what he had done. On the contrary, he suspected that it was because she knew too much that she was reluctant to express her opinion easily.

Just like what she just said about architecture, she is really not proficient in architecture, so she said it for granted, no or no, she is studying, researching, and in-depth. But when it came to the matter of the weapon, there was no hesitation in her eyes, and even the momentary pause just seemed to be a carefully designed performance. That night, when he took the book under the pretext of going back to the villa to find something, her expression was exactly the same as now.

Leng Yiyao lowered her head and glanced at the monograph in her hand. The difficult and incomprehensible language was actually not difficult for her. On the contrary, her views and mastery of firearms and weapons are completely different from those of everyone in this era and country. However, she is only 16 years old, and using an electronic pen to penetrate the stainless steel tabletop can be explained as applying mechanics to the game, winning the game of thirty throwing knives, and directly winning the key to the private library of the Shengde Group, which can be explained In order to get out the back door, use Walker's "leak" to crack the puzzle. So, what about military weapons? If she spoke out all her opinions, would the people in this room immediately lock her by her side and not allow her to make any mistakes? Even from now on, she will no longer be allowed to walk half a minute away.

At that time, how will she explain, where did the things in her mind come from?

After so many rebirths, she has experienced too many stories, but there is a truth that has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

The great kindness is close to the fake, the great wisdom is close to the demon - these people seem to have infinite beauty, but often none of them are good at the beginning and the end.

"This book is a little too esoteric for me," she pushed it away half-jokingly. "I'm not at that level yet."

Evans, who was sitting on the side, also found that Leng Yiyao's rejection was a bit too straightforward, and there was no room for him to turn around.

don't want to watch it, just don't want to watch it, don't want to or even don't want to make excuses, but tell the marshal plainly that there is no possibility of negotiation.

"Sooner or later." Homer chuckled, his eyes flashing.

The three people in the room were all startled, but their expressions were completely different.

Evans suddenly realized, Frey was shocked, only Leng Yiyao was full of surprise.

"What did you say?" She suddenly couldn't understand what his hand meant.

Taking her into Bai Ze and introducing her to the military academy, she can still understand that this is to pull her into the military world completely, but now, the weapon modification has not been fully implemented, it is clearly a highly confidential matter, but he said that she will contact her sooner or later ?

Homer's eyes swept past the surprise in her eyes. After a long time, he smiled softly: "Enter the military academy, you will learn these things in the future, and you will encounter them sooner or later."

What he said was understandable, but the three people in the room felt that what he just said was clearly not the case.

It's just that no one exposed it, and no one broke it.

Homer chuckled and threw the book in his hand on the table casually, "Those ordnance weapons experts have made a lot of suggestions, but I'm not very satisfied. If you see a similar book in the library, you might as well have a look. It will help after entering the military academy."

He mentioned the library twice today, to really make her pay more attention to military books, or to tell her politely that the knowledge of architecture is just a sideline, so that she should not waste time?

wish she thought more.

Leng Yiya blinked, and suddenly felt that he couldn't keep up with his rhythm.

"Jingle Bell"

The internal line in the office suddenly rang, and Leng Yiyao and Hemo stared at each other for a moment.

"Colonel, dinner is ready, do you want to eat now?" The chef in charge of dinner tonight lowered his voice carefully.

Frey looked up, looked at the expressions of the three people in the room, covered the phone's receiver, and asked Homer for instructions.

"Let's go," he put on his coat and smiled slightly at Leng Yiyao: "It's rare to get together today, I don't know when Evans comes back next time."

She also nodded, after all, the main purpose of tonight is to do something for someone.

Evans looked up, with a "don't make trouble" expression on his face: "It's like I won't come back for 800 years, don't worry, I will always come back to harm you." What does it mean to climb up the pole , right in front of you. Evans pursed his lips when no one saw him. He only suggested that Leng Yiyao would be brought into the Marshal's Mansion by using the excuse of a confectionery.

The four of them chatted and laughed as they walked all the way to the restaurant, only to see the chubby chef already waiting at the door.

"Marshal, good evening, ladies and gentlemen." He bowed his head, bent his body almost reverently, and his face was full of respect.

Homer waved his hand with a casual look: "Let's serve."

The chef stood up and nodded immediately, but his eyes swept across Leng Yiyao's face subconsciously, thinking about the order of the main dishes tonight, "Please wait." His plump stature was completely out of proportion.

Frey glanced at the low-bubble fruit wine on the table, and immediately gave the chef a compliment, but he was very discerning.

Among the men at the table, only Leng Yiyao was an underage girl, so drinking or something was really not suitable. However, how could he successfully persuade her to live in the Marshal's Mansion without some special drinks tonight.

hey-hey…….

Frey lowered his head and subconsciously hid the smile on his face. He walked to the table and poured drinks for everyone. When it was Leng Yiyao's turn, he specially explained: "This is the fruit wine with the lowest alcohol content, and there is seafood tonight. , specially chosen by the chef, don't worry, you won't get drunk."

Leng Yiyao followed the slightly bubbly fruit wine for a moment, nodded, and did not refuse. In fact, seafood is a cool food, and drinking a little wine is really good. However, Frey's smile just now was a little scary. Did he think that this degree of alcohol would bring her down?

She shouldn't have offended him either.

Or, people in the military like to "measure the amount of alcohol" to see where the bottom line of other people's alcohol consumption is? In the past, she had seen a few old soldiers ruffian, desperately trying to kill the new recruits. Is this custom preserved no matter where it is?

"If you don't like it, you can change it to another drink." Evans almost defeated Frey. His intention was so obvious that even a blind man could see that he had other plans. He quickly added a sentence, intending to whitewash him.

Leng Yiyao shook his head: "It's okay."

Homer was sitting in the main seat, seeing that she didn't refuse Frey's full glass of wine at all. He originally wanted to remind that this wine looks like fruit wine, but it actually has a lot of stamina. At this moment, I heard her indifferent refusal. , I don't know why, but suddenly I changed my mind, and the words on my lips just vanished.

Just a few seconds after the wine was poured, the chef quickly served tonight's big meal.

Alaskan king crab, packed full on a giant plate, pushed straight from the cart. Placed in the center of the table, there are almost one meter long crab legs, making the whole table look delicate all at once.

"The sea crabs that were specially airlifted from abroad this morning are the freshest. The dipping sauces are on the side. You can choose according to your own preferences." After that, sixteen seasoning plates of different colors were placed inside. The content is colorful and almost dazzling.

Almost the varieties of these seasonings include all the tastes of the empire, and you can choose them at will.

Leng Yiyao's eyes lit up, except that she had eaten seafood at the "Star Tower" that night, she had not eaten an authentic seafood meal for a long time, especially because of such a domineering way of serving, this Alaskan sea crab The size is simply stunning.

"The flavor is better when the seasonings are mixed together." The chef took out several public tableware, among which the delicate silver spoon was the most conspicuous. Little by little, the sixteen plates of seasonings were prepared in unique ways and proportions into brightly colored sauces, and placed in front of her: "You will know when you try it."

In addition to his superb craftsmanship, the chef is really smart. Since he knows that all the dishes he cooks are mainly based on Leng Yiyao's taste, all the dishes tonight, he skips the marshal directly and serves Leng Yiyao first. Serve.

Leng Yiyao looked up at the chef suspiciously, and saw that no one in the room raised any objections, her eyes fell on Hemo's calm face, and she pondered for a second, she couldn't bear the amazing aroma in front of her. delicious, removed the crab meat and put it in.

At that moment, the crab meat full of elastic teeth seemed to open the door to another world. Fresh, tender, juicy, sweet and savory, it's hardly enough to describe the ultimate satisfaction in this bite.

Almost at the moment of the entrance, she couldn't help closing her eyes, her face full of surprise.

A smile flashed in Homer's dark eyes, his eyes fell on the lips of her slowly chewing fresh petals, and he took a moment to look away.

Evans watched Homer's performance from beginning to end, and couldn't help but inhaled in his heart.

Incredible, incredible….

This expression, this demeanor, is clearly a love without limit...

He turned his head to look at Frey, and seeing that he was also dumbfounded, he couldn't help covering his face with his right hand. Well, his plane left tonight, and the marshal will not mention it for a while, Frey clearly has no potential for assists....

For such a little girl, Evans felt like he was heartbroken.

As the main character, Leng Yiyao has no heart to pay attention to the environment at this moment. She has been completely captured by the delicious food in front of her.

Seeing the satisfied look on her face, the chef suddenly felt relieved. He carefully glanced at the marshal sitting in the main seat, and the other party nodded lightly at him. At that moment, he only felt that he had won the supreme reward in his life, as if he had been beaten all of a sudden, and immediately said: "There are a few dishes of my specialty later, don't worry, Miss Leng, enjoy it slowly."

After all, without waiting for Leng Yiyao to react, he flew out of the gate at a speed that was extremely disproportionate to his tonnage and ran towards the back kitchen.

"Where did you find this chef? This skill is absolutely amazing." Leng Yiyao swallowed all the crab meat in his hand, took a sip of fruit wine, and finally had the heart to chat with Hemo. Compared with the dinner on Tuesday, the first time was satisfying, this time it was completely amazing.

"Do you like it?" He avoided talking, but asked knowingly.

"I like it!" He raised his head, his eyes sparkling. If her taste buds were released on the night of "Star Tower", then tonight, there is only one word to describe it - eye-opening.

The freshness of the ingredients and the superb cooking techniques are not at the same level at all. The most important thing is that, for some unknown reason, this fat chef seems to be very familiar with her taste, and all the seasonings on the table are what she likes and can eat.

"Eat more if you like." He nodded, chuckled, and handed another crab leg to her plate.

Leng Yiyao didn't pay much attention, bowed his head and continued to enjoy the big meal.

Evans was almost heartbroken by Homer's condescension.

This, is this still the lofty marshal he knew? Almost almost engraved the word "love" on his forehead.

He lowered his head and took a sip of fruit wine, and honestly began to eat crab, but why did he feel that what he was eating was not as fragrant as Leng Yiyao? He lowered his head and glanced silently at the front of his table. No one had specially prepared sauces and seasonings. He refused to admit that he ate Alaskan king crab instead of full dog food.

However, within ten minutes, the temperature of the crab meat was slightly cold, and it was obvious that the best time to eat had passed. At this time, the fat chef pushed a cart of dishes in as if he had calculated the time.

"Zizzi" -

The food covered by the silver utensils made an obvious churning sound, as if it had just been pulled out of the pot.

"What is this?" Leng Yiyao glanced at the dining car curiously, looking forward to it.

"This is shrimp in oil," the chef explained as he opened the silver lid, steaming steam began to spread in the air, he carefully wrapped his hands in a napkin and leaned to his side as he served from the table. Dao: "The method is actually very simple. Drizzle it with the hottest high-temperature oil to retain the freshness of the freshest shrimp, so it is named 'oil drenched shrimp'."

There are many coincidences and accidents in this world. When Leng Yiyao was eating Alaskan king crab, he kept his head down, and the rest of the people on the table were eating elegantly, so no one found out who just accidentally dropped a drop of seasoning on the ground. The marble floor has liquid on it, and once you step on it, it is easy to slip. In addition, the chef is strong and fat, and his belly is quite majestic, and he couldn't look down to see that place. Well stomped on that drop of seasoning. The shoes quickly rubbed against the ground, and the center of gravity quickly became unstable. He slid directly towards the dining table, and the oil-drenched shrimp in his hand fell straight towards Evans.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

Leng Yiyao watched Evans sitting on the left hand side of the chef's cooking. Because the right eye was wearing a blindfold, the oil-drenched shrimp on the chef's hand formed a blind spot. Turn around, otherwise, you won't see a trace at all.

And Frey, who was sitting in the main seat and opposite, was too far away, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't stop it in time.

The chef, who was still complacent and smug just now, turned pale, and only felt that the oil-drenched shrimp in his hand was like a bomb, and it was about to blow up everything tonight. The next moment, it was to blow himself up with blood.

The temperature of the oil was extremely boiling just by listening to it. If it dripped into Evans' hand, he could hardly imagine it!

Closing his eyes in despair, his whole body began to tremble, but, in the next instant, he didn't hear the sound of the dishes falling to the ground and shattering into pieces.

In the room, it was suddenly terribly silent!

Heart beating like a drum, he opened his eyes carefully in disbelief, first narrowed a slit, and later, his eyes followed the slender white and tender hand, and everything came into view!

At some point in the bottom of that huge plate, an extra hand appeared.

It is clearly as small as a child who has not yet grown up, but at this moment, the five fingers are separated, and the thumb, forefinger, and middle finger exert force to hold the plate firmly, and the dishes on the plate are still untouched at the moment. , even the shape of the pendulum plate is exactly the same, and it stops there firmly - only ten centimeters away from the ground.

He only felt that his heart was on a roller coaster for a while. It only took one second to go from crumbling to the bottom of the valley, and that moment was a swooping, almost killing him.

When he regained his senses, he realized that his back was already wet and his heartbeat slowed down slightly, and he realized that he was afraid.

If it wasn't for Miss Leng, who was sitting on Evans' right hand, he would be quick-witted, and tonight, he would be afraid that his death would not be enough to atone for his sins.

"Bang" -

He got down on his knees and knelt down at her feet suddenly, his face was pale and his lips were trembling. "Thank you, thank you..." His whole body trembled, and he couldn't even say a word.

"Be careful next time." She glanced at the chef, who was covered in cold sweat, and looked away from his trembling limbs to his pale face.

Face the "culprit" on the ground. The seasoning was slashed on the ground, like a pool of sludge, looking dazzling.

This "accident" was obviously not intentional, but it was her misstep...

She looked up and saw Frey's stunned expression, Evans' excited expression, and finally, the surging surging under Hemer's eyes. Those eyes, from calm to turbulent, seemed to only take a moment, and at this moment, the surprise in the depths of his eyes almost came to his face.

She sighed slowly, and finally, she slowly closed her eyes.

If it weren't for the words Frey said on the way, she would not have felt a little pity for Evans, and tonight, this moment, would not have ended like this.

How can a person who can sit in the position of "Bai Ze" in power have no basic precautions?

Although the blindfold completely blocked the sight of his right eye, he should have had a way to overcome the blind spot for so many years.

The moment the oil-drenched shrimp fell, the balance of the plate was lost, and she watched the hot oil splashed on Evans' hand, before she could hesitate in her mind before she started.

Even though her body has been changed countless times, the almost perfect reflex arc has long been deeply ingrained in her heart. Her hands, seemingly slender, can instantly kill people and fall from the dinner plate to the ground. It takes enough time for her to shoot.

And she did make a move, but at this moment, all the clumsy kung fu she had done before was made public.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at the delicious food in her hands almost helplessly.

It turns out that once people become persistent, they will pay the price.

Pay attention to everything, and it ended up being ruined in a plate of oil-drenched shrimp.

Tsk, it is really wise for a lifetime, and it is destroyed in one fell swoop.

"Good skill!"

Yes, sure enough. She closed her eyes and heard Evans's almost amazed compliment.

"I didn't expect Miss Leng to have such a handsome skill at such a young age." In fact, the moment Evans dropped the oily shrimp, all the muscles in his body started to twitch. Although he can't see clearly with his right eye, his body's flexibility is much higher than that of ordinary people. After years of training in hearing, he can accurately determine the exact location of the plate of shrimp. He only needs to dodge and dodge.

But at the moment when he was about to move, he turned his left eye and saw clearly that she was lying down, her body was so low that she was parallel to the ground, and that movement was so fast that she could only see an afterimage in front of her eyes. The next moment, Her fingertips had firmly supported the plate, motionless.

Even according to inertia, the dish should move a little bit, but in her hands, there was no change.

Quick, it was enough to make people startled, but when she dealt with the crisis, her demeanor without dodging and facing difficulties surprised him even more.

Any person would have a subconscious awareness of avoiding the high temperature. Even if it was him, the first reaction was to dodge, but she did not care about the sizzling high-temperature oil and directly reached out to pick it up.

Is she not afraid at all, or is she confident enough in her own skills to be foolproof?

At this moment, he clearly heard his heartbeat beating slowly and frantically beating.

Such a skill, even in Bai Ze, he has not encountered for many, many years.

It turned out that this was the reason why the marshal didn't really do anything.

It turned out that the reason why the marshal kept letting her go was actually here!

She is clearly wrapping herself in a layer of protective color, and only shows every bit of it when she wants to. But just this wisp is enough to make everyone amazed.

Self-control and responsiveness, she was far beyond his imagination. This quiet concealment almost deceived his eyes.

Evans suddenly became a little excited, for the first time, the first time, for a woman, a scorching fighting spirit from an underage woman.

He only felt the crunching of bones that had been silent for a long time. In this world, apart from the marshal, he discovered for the first time that there is a person who may be stronger than him and more complicated than him. On his face is the appearance of a young student, but in his heart there are seven orifices that no one can match...

Facing Leng Yiyao's slowly opening eyes, he couldn't help but smile slightly, turned his head towards Hemo, who was staring at him, stood up slowly, and saluted: "Marshal, please allow me to make a request. …”

Frey sat in the distance, watching everything happen in front of his eyes, almost suspecting that he had a dream.

It took less than a second for the plate to go from the chef's hand to the landing. How could Leng Yiyao be so fast?

It's almost here, even before the plate has landed, it has already been fully grasped...

Evans' voice came from his ear. He raised his head and looked over. Tonight's events are far from over...