When the rabbit was served on the table, Fang Zhiyi took a bite and stopped eating it. This crappy thing is not tasty enough!

But Mei Ruoxue and the gatekeeper Lao Lan ate with relish.

Lao Lan is Fang Zhiyi's old servant. He is quite skilled, taciturn, and just follows Fang Zhiyi.

Mei Ruoxue had never eaten anything like this before. As she ate, she exclaimed, "It's spicy, but delicious! The meat is so tender!"

She suddenly thought of something: "Daddy, where is the injured rabbit?"

Hearing this, Lao Lan was stunned and turned to look at Fang Zhiyi. He knew that this was rabbit meat.

"Where?" Mei Ruoxue was a little happy. How come Tian healed the injury so quickly?

Fang Zhiyi glanced at her and said, "She ran away."

Mei Ruoxue was a little unhappy and muttered, "What an ungrateful person! I saved him and he ran away."

Fang Zhiyi repeated: "Yes, what an ungrateful person."

Lao Lan lowered his head to eat, but he was a little worried in his heart. Something seemed different the day before yesterday.

Before the afternoon, someone came to the door and asked, "Is this Fang Zhiyi's house?"

Lao Lan remained silent.

The people who came were three young men and women, dressed in tight clothes and holding swords in their hands.

"Let that devil Fang Zhiyi come out!"

What Lao Lan hadn't expected was that Fang Zhiyi would actually show up. He opened his mouth. In the past, he had always sent these ignorant brats away, but he had never expected the Left Envoy of Heaven to show up in person!

Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and patted his shoulder. Lao Lan was stunned again.

"Are you Fang Zhiyi? The Ghost-faced Shura?" A young man said carelessly, pointing the knife in his hand at Fang Zhiyi.

Fang Zhiyi frowned: "I don't like people pointing knives at me." The next moment, he clasped the edge of the sharp knife with his five fingers, applied a little force with his fingertips, and the knife actually shattered.

The young man holding the knife gasped: "You, you!"

"Me what? Aren't you going to get rid of the demon Wei Yu?"

The three young men looked at each other, and then all took their stances. At this moment, Fang Zhiyi suddenly raised his hand and made a pause gesture.

"That's right. You all know that as a retired master, people often challenge me. I can't deal with everyone, right?"

"Demon, stop talking nonsense!" A weak-looking girl shouted and stabbed at him with a sword. Fang Zhiyi slightly turned sideways and clamped the sword with two fingers. The girl's face changed drastically, and her sword could not move even half an inch!

"Impatient and naughty." Fang Zhiyi said with a smile, "I've decided to change the rules. You have to pay money when you come to challenge me."

"Silver?" These words startled the three people.

"Yes, silver, ten taels per person. Think about it, you want to get rid of me, right?"

The only young man who still had a weapon in his hand nodded.

"I'm already a demon. If I hit you too hard, wouldn't you all be dead? So these ten taels of silver are to buy your lives."

"Arrogant!" The young man chopped at him with a knife. Fang Zhiyi sighed, stretched out his hand to grab the blade, and steadily stopped the downward momentum of the knife.

"You won't lose out on ten taels."

"you!"