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In a restaurant called Gu Lan Xing in the tourism development zone, people's eyes kept glancing at the table in the corner.

Who is that? She's really beautiful.

[I wonder how much this level of service costs for a night? Hehehe.]

[Pshaw, she just has a good figure, what's so great about that?]

[Exactly, dressed like that, and looking so innocent, she's obviously trying to hook up with a rich guy.]

Feng Qingyue, forced to listen to the whole thing: ......

Sometimes, being too strong isn't a good thing.

Shangguan Yu originally intended to save money, but Feng Qingyue thought it would be a waste not to spend more time out and about since it was a rare opportunity to dress up. So she dragged her best friend to this Ancient Blue Star Restaurant.

Anyway, she wasn't short of money, so she decided to see how people in the interstellar era were cooking up the recipes from ancient Blue Star.

Looking at the dishes on the table, both unfamiliar and familiar, she swallowed hard, pointing to one that looked like a lump of mush:

You call this Mapo Tofu?!

It's not even close to being a nutrient solution for me yet!

Shangguan Yu glanced at the dishes on the table, somewhat puzzled: "This is the normal way to do it, what's wrong with it?"

Feng Qingyue's beautiful eyes widened instantly: "Is this normal? Is this how it's normally done?"

Shangguan Yu nodded, indicating that was the case.

Feng Qingyue sighed deeply: "It's alright, let's eat."

As they were eating, a gentle voice rang out untimely: "Hello, two beautiful ladies."

Feng Qingyue looked up in bewilderment, staring intently at the gentle and refined man in front of her, who wore gold-rimmed glasses.

The man had a perfectly measured smile on his lips, neither too cold nor too arrogant.

Her red hair was neatly combed, making her look proper without being overly rigid.

Not receiving the expected reply, the man's eyes darkened. Just as he was about to introduce himself, a familiar voice sounded behind him:

"Let me introduce you. This is Jing Song, the son of the Star Lord of Jinxing." Sima Xuankong greeted them casually, putting his hand on Jing Song's shoulder.

The man called Jing Song maintained a polite smile, but turned his body slightly to the side and politely brushed Sima Xuan Kong's hand away.

Sima Xuankong paused, realizing it was pointless, and turned to leave, muttering to himself as he went, "Strange, Jing Song, you weren't this fastidious before. How come you've changed since returning from the Netherworld Star System?"

Jing Song's smile faded, and he politely said to Feng Qingyue and Shangguan Yu, "I'm sorry to bother you. We are both students of the Federation's First Military Academy, and we will definitely meet again in the future."

After saying that, Jing Song turned and left without waiting for the two girls to say anything.

Shangguan Yu stared at the man's back and couldn't help but mutter under her breath, "What a strange person."

Feng Qingyue lowered her head, a cold glint in her eyes.

Lord-level beasts can sense things that ordinary beasts and humans cannot; the man just now had a fishy, ​​foul smell.

That man has killed people, and it's very likely he has more than one life on his hands.

Through her gold-rimmed glasses, Feng Qingyue clearly saw the fleeting bloodlust and coldness in the man's eyes—utterly devoid of emotion, as indifferent as a machine.

Sima Xuankong just mentioned the Netherworld Galaxy. Could this be related to Youyou?

Feng Qingyue bit her chopsticks, her brows furrowed.

Seeing Shangguan Yu's worried look out of the corner of her eye, Feng Qingyue gently shook her head: Who cares? We'll deal with whatever comes our way. It's too early to draw conclusions.

She said seriously to Shangguan Yu, "Baby, listen carefully, that Jing Song is not a good person, let's stay away from him in the future."

Shangguan Yu nodded seriously: "You think so too? I felt something was off when he came. He's definitely not the gentle person he seems on the surface."

After leaving the restaurant, Jing Song glanced sideways at where Feng Qingyue was, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

He turned left and right, eventually returning to his hotel.

After confirming that no one was following him, he turned the ring on his left index finger and took out a mask to put on his face.

A strange smile spread across his lips, revealing a long, forked tongue that moved nimbly inside his mouth.

A hotel room attendant pushed open the door and knelt on one knee before him: "Master, what are your orders?"

Jing Song's voice was no longer as gentle as it had been in the restaurant; instead, it had become hoarse and unpleasant: "The last raid on Ji Yuan's army failed?"

The visitor lowered his head even further: "Please punish us, Master, we have failed in our duties."

Jing Song's forked tongue traced across the waiter's face: "I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself, otherwise, human flesh and blood are quite delicious, hiss..."

The waiter was sweating profusely, and he kowtowed several times, saying, "Please speak, Master, we will definitely complete the mission."

Jing Song squinted and thought for a moment: "Go check the information on that Feng Qingyue. Also, send a message to the spies planted in the Federation and tell them to temporarily stop their operations. Ji Yuan needs to rest and recuperate in the Federation for a long time."

The waiter nodded hurriedly, just as he was breathing a sigh of relief that he had escaped with his life, when he suddenly felt a wet touch on his neck.

He was startled and looked up to see the man in front of him grinning in a terrifying arc, his long tongue wrapped around his neck, his vertical pupils bloodshot. Before he could even scream, the man bit off his head.

The body fell to the ground with a dull sound.

Jing Song chewed his head with pleasure, making a chilling "crunch, crunch" sound.

Several masked men quickly entered. They skillfully lifted the corpse from the ground and took out blood cleaner and air freshener. In the blink of an eye, the room was completely free of any trace of murder.

Jing Song grinned, and thick blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, only to be swallowed by his long tongue.

His voice was hoarse: "Complete what I just said properly, or you'll end up like him."

The men carrying the corpses nodded respectfully to him and turned to leave.

If Feng Qingyue were here, she would notice that the man's fishy smell had become even more pronounced.

Jing Song, like a madman, lay sprawled on the floor, crawling haphazardly on all fours around the hotel room. The guards at the door were already used to this; they chopped the recently deceased waiter into pieces and returned him to the man's side.

The man devoured his food like a wild beast, casually tossing his gold-rimmed glasses aside.