Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

Even the porridge that Ying Yi had spent a lot of time and effort to slow-cook with carefully selected ingredients could not dispel the chill in the slightest.

The host's words, "You guys drink, I'll go out for a walk," finally put Ying Yi and Ying Er at ease. They smiled at each other in the Zen room and silently enjoyed the hard-earned peace.

When Fan Yanmu's footsteps gradually faded away, they followed quietly, but witnessed him slowly walking towards Xiao Zhixue.

Ying Er recalled the subtle atmosphere in the Zen room and once whispered it to Ying Yi in private. Ying Yi was not surprised at all, but his eyes looked deep, as if he saw through everything.

He patted Ying Er's shoulder and whispered, "In front of the master, we'd better remain silent and guard quietly."

Although Ying Er did not quite understand the secret, he chose to obey out of awe of Fan Yanmu's majesty.

Fan Yanmu sat down next to Xiao Zhixue, with a barely perceptible sense of dependence in his tone: "I didn't drink the porridge, I suddenly wanted to try your cooking, the wild vegetable soup."

When Xiao Zhixue heard this, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes. Without saying much, she just smiled gently, then scooped up a bowl of clear soup and gently placed it in front of him.

Fan Yanmu took it. The soup sparkled with warm light in the morning light. He swallowed it almost greedily, as if it was not just an ordinary wild vegetable soup, but some kind of comfort to the soul.

"one more bowl."

There was a subtle urgency in his voice, and the empty bowl was quickly returned to the steaming pot.

Zhou Shuqiong looked at this scene, puzzled: "Master Fan, drinking soup alone won't fill your stomach, you should eat more cakes."

As soon as he finished speaking, his hand involuntarily reached for the cake on the plate.

Xiao Zhixue was quick to block her mother's good intentions. Her voice was soft but firm: "Mother, Mr. Fan's current physical condition is not enough to tolerate strong food. I will cook a pot of porridge for him later."

As soon as these words were spoken, Fan Yanmu's face was filled with unconcealable joy.

At this moment, he seemed to no longer be the powerful man who roamed the world, but just a simple mortal who longed for care. He was quietly waiting for Xiao Zhixue's porridge, his heart full of anticipation.

Zhou Shuqiong looked at the pair of young children in front of her, her heart filled with joy.

Their feelings quietly took root, sprouted, and grew vigorously without anyone noticing, allowing the mother's heart, which had been hanging for many years, to finally find a place to rest.

During the meal, Xiao Zhixue quietly asked Fan Yanmu about his thrilling experience in the Xuanyu Hall branch, and Fan Yanmu did not hold back, describing every detail vividly.

Memories slowly unfolded like a picture scroll. He talked about how as Jin Chengfeng stepped into the mysterious secret room, every fluctuation in the air foreshadowed the coming storm.

Under the dim light, Fan Yanmu and Jin Chengfeng, who was hiding in the dark, fought in an instant. The sword shadow was like a dragon and the fist wind was fierce.

Fan Yanmu's martial arts skills were extraordinary. With just a few moves, he forced Jin Chengfeng to stagger and fall to the ground.

When Fan Yanmu bent down and tore off the disguise on the other person's face, he was shocked to find another unfamiliar face hidden underneath. Like a Russian nesting doll, layer after layer, Jin Chengfeng's true appearance remained a mystery.

Just as he was about to unveil the second layer of disguise, Jin Chengfeng cunningly released poison powder. In the poisonous smoke, Fan Yanmu could not avoid it. After inhaling a little, the world began to spin.

Jin Chengfeng took advantage of this momentary delay, disappeared into a secret passage and escaped.

However, would Fan Yanmu allow himself to be manipulated? He suppressed the surging poison in his body, gathered his inner energy, and rushed into the dark and winding tunnel without hesitation. A more intense chase and competition was about to take place again in the depths of the underground where no sunlight could be seen.

Jin Chengfeng thought he had a good plan, but he didn't know that Fan Yanmu's pursuit speed was far beyond his expectations.

Facing the opponent who was pressing him step by step, Jin Chengfeng cursed with resentment and resentment: "Fan Yanmu, you are only looking for the elder of the Xuanyu Hall branch, and I am not your target. The person you are looking for has already fallen under my sword. If you want revenge, find him in the underworld!"

After he finished speaking, the air was filled with a strong smell of gunpowder. The confrontation between the two seemed to foreshadow that more complicated grievances and entanglements were about to surface.

After he finished speaking, he swung the sharp blade in his hand violently. With a flash of cold light, it rushed straight towards Fan Yanmu like an arc of death.

Fan Yanmu was already deeply poisoned, and in the fierce fight with Jin Chengfeng that almost exhausted him, the poison in his body seemed to sense the danger of its master and raged even more violently, making every inch of his body scream in pain. His movements became slow and heavy, and even the air seemed to be filled with his struggling breathing. Although he tried his best to dodge several consecutive slashes, he still failed to avoid them completely, and the blade left a series of shocking scars.

Jin Chengfeng caught this rare flaw, and his body was as agile as a cunning rabbit. He instantly escaped into a hidden cave. Then, he quickly reached into his arms and took out the legendary "Xin Hao Dan". His eyes flashed with determination, and he wanted to use this mysterious thing to summon all the strength of Xuan Yu Tang.

However, things did not go as planned. The "Xin Hao Dan" that carried his last hope had not yet taken off when a familiar sharp gust of wind suddenly came. Even though Fan Yanmu was seriously injured, he gritted his teeth, forced himself to gather his last bit of strength, and intercepted the pill halfway.

In the courtyard, the figures of the two people intertwined and flew, and the shadows of swords and the lights of knives intertwined, weaving a picture of life and death.

Just as the battle was intensifying and approaching the critical moment, a crisp bell sound and a light figure appeared at the same time - Xiao Zhixue and her loyal follower Ying Yi, intervened in this fierce battle at the perfect time.

Jin Chengfeng was filled with anger at Fan Yanmu's tenacious vitality. This man had obviously been severely poisoned and injured many times, but he was still standing, as if he was immortal.

Thanks to the timely intervention of Xiao Zhixue and Ying Yi, he was able to escape from his current predicament.

When everything was settled, the truth that Jin Chengfeng was pretending to be the elder of Xuan Yu Tang came to light, causing waves of ups and downs in Xiao Zhixue's heart.

She couldn't believe that the vicious Jin Chengfeng in front of her actually had even darker motives.

"Why did you brutally kill those innocent women and even peel off their skin?"

Facing Xiao Zhixue's questioning, Fan Yanmu's eyes were deep, as if he was recalling something. After a moment, his gaze fixed on Xiao Zhixue, and he slowly spoke, revealing an outrageous secret: "In this world, there is an ultimate disguise technique hidden, which requires the use of women's skin to carefully make a 'human skin mask'. The rarity of this skill is no less than the legendary phoenix feather. What is even more unacceptable is that the practitioner of this technique must remain a virgin and rely on a potion made from women's blood to maintain a youthful appearance and prevent the face from being destroyed by the drug during frequent disguises."