Fang Zong recalled, "It seems like they said even if we were completely naked..."
Xue Nuo stared wide-eyed.
"Making the bed and folding the blankets?"
Xue Nuo continued to stare.
"Doing laundry and cooking?"
Xue Nuo stopped glaring and started to laugh sinisterly.
"Fine, even if you're willing to make it, I still won't dare to eat it."
Fang Zong is very familiar with the cooking skills of modern women. Thinking of the terrible Indian cuisine that Sophia made, he suddenly felt that Sun Zhilan, who made pretty good wontons, was not unacceptable.
He took another sip of tea, swirled the cup, and said, "Oh dear, it's all gone."
Xue Nuo quickly jumped back, took the teacup, filled it with hot water, and presented it back like a lackey: "Master, please drink slowly, don't burn your mouth..."
...
How can you say we have no clothes? We share the same robes. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and shields. We will fight alongside you against this common enemy.
How can you say we have no clothes? We'll share our garments with you. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our spears and halberds. We'll fight together.
How can you say we have no clothes? We will share our garments with you. The king is raising an army; let us prepare our armor and weapons. We will march together.
Fang Zong felt that the poem "No Clothes" from the Book of Songs (Qin Feng section) was right. They were all comrades-in-arms, teammates who would risk their lives together, so why bother with such things?
Just like Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo, if they cried and begged to be his partner, he wouldn't refuse.
Although, the possibility is slim.
Fang Zong gulped down all ten Na Yuan Pills, chewing them like candy, and then felt the energy bursting in his lower abdomen and chest.
Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo ignored his 'waste' and focused on packing the medicinal herbs, carefully sealing them in an exquisite box, intending to send them to the ghost-slaying team to refine elixirs.
Before leaving, he left a message.
The generals of the Eastern Kingdom have an internal ranking system, which is a bit vulgar, but also quite approachable. The rankings are Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard.
Normally, the rankings are updated around National Day, and the national elixir benefits are distributed along with them. But for some reason, this year's rankings will be released on May Fourth, which is Youth Day, earlier than usual.
This is also why Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo returned early.
Their teammate, Fang Zong, should have his own ranking now!
In the late afternoon, the sun shone brightly, and the late spring sun shone with great brilliance, as if trying to warm people's eyes.
Fang Zong sat on a recliner at the entrance of the clinic, looking at reference books. On the table next to him was a martini cup, filled with the most authentic Moroccan coffee.
It is said to be used exclusively by the Moroccan royal family. Peter mailed it to him from the United States, and Yang Tiesheng carefully brewed it.
Fang Zong took a sip of coffee and thought it was pretty good, but honestly he couldn't quite put his finger on what made it so good. He was thinking about the three rankings in the Eastern Kingdom.
He had heard Xue Nuo say that the Dragon, Tiger, and Leopard lists had existed for hundreds of years, but since the founding of the People's Republic of China, they had been updated every year on National Day.
For some reason, it suddenly started earlier this year.
As the saying goes, "Where there's something unusual, there's something fishy going on; where there's something unusual, there's something fishy going on; where there's something fishy going on, there's something sinister going on."
Fang Zong always felt that something was unusual about it, and it even smelled particularly bloody.
"Hoo~~~" Fang Zongkuo stretched his shoulders, and a long, hazy breath came out of his mouth.
Ten Na Yuan Pills! There are too many impurities in them, the energy is impure, so the benefits you get are much less.
If it were ten clusters of evil spirit energy, his Dragon Yang Qi could reach the pinnacle of the method, but the Na Yuan Dan wouldn't be able to; it's unlikely he could even reach level seven.
Even so, he could break through to level six within three days. A powerful force flowed, surged, and pulsated within his body, feeling as comfortable as ice cream on a summer's day.
"Hello, we have takeout available." Someone suddenly spoke.
Fang Zong opened his eyes and saw an electric scooter shell parked in front of him, but it was clearly a gasoline-powered motorcycle. A food delivery driver was sitting in front, and another person was tied up and gagged on the back.
Fang Zong glanced at the delivery guy, rubbed his eyes, and looked again.
That's right, it's a ghost. When did a ghost become a food delivery driver and brazenly deliver food to his house?
Doesn't he like ghosts? And he even delivers them to my door?
"Hey bro, wanna hang out with me?" Fang Zong started recruiting people—no, he started recruiting ghosts.
The delivery guy blinked, looking quite sunny: "No, delivering food is great, and I often get tips."
With that, he pulled the little devil, who was tied up in the back seat, off the seat and yelled, "Your sixth uncle? Who's your sixth uncle? Your takeout is here!"
Fang Zong glanced at the delivery guy, then stared at the little devil speechlessly.
Is this a Fujian ghost? You mean... a Guangdong ghost ordered takeout?
Fang Zong felt that his worldview had collapsed beyond repair.
He's only been gone a few days, and the whole city of Shan has changed. Ghosts are delivering takeout, swaggering around, and little devils are being packaged up. Are they supposed to eat it while it's hot?
Just then, Old Man Sun came running out smugly: "I ordered it, I ordered it, I'm your Sixth Uncle!" As he spoke, he handed over a wisp of ghostly energy that Fang Zong had given him, and then tore off one of the little ghost's arms and stuffed it into the delivery guy's hands, saying generously, "Here, this is a tip!"
"Okay, thank you so much!" the delivery guy said in a thick Beijing accent.
It's quite possible that the delivery guy has been dead for over a hundred years, older than Sun Laoliu. He didn't bother arguing with Sun Laoliu about the form of address, and with a wisp of ghostly energy in his left hand and a wisp of the little ghost's arm in his right, he swayed and went to Zhao Changle's quiet bar across the street for a drink.
This delivery was so elegant!
Fang Zong was even more speechless.
"Well, the world has changed again," Fang Zong muttered.
Then, I never wanted to think about the three lists being updated ahead of schedule again, so I went to a bar to drink.
What are you thinking about? Don't think about it.
Small changes every three days, big changes every five days.
The world is strange, just go with the flow.
May 5, 2019.
Sunday!
The plane that was picking them up has arrived and is parked at White Rock Airport near Shancheng.
Fang Zong boarded the plane with his two teammates. Fearing misunderstandings, he didn't bring Yang Tiesheng, his big follower. Instead, he brought Moroccan coffee with him, brewed a whole pot, and drank it with Li Xiaoran and Xue Nuo as a beverage.
Since I can't really tell the difference, but the taste is alright, I might as well get a teapot.
The three generals didn't care about the slight spiciness of the coffee, and ate the American lobster, which Peter had also sent, with their mouths full of oil.
Someone nearby was so hungry they were sweating bullets.
"Hey buddy, come join us." Fang Zong patted the seat next to him.
The delivery guy didn't stand on ceremony. He immediately floated over, took off his hat to reveal his ponytail, took a sip from a piece of lobster he had broken off, and squinted his eyes to enjoy it.
The American lobster, also known as the Boston lobster, is the largest species in the world. This one weighed 18 kilograms and was nearly a meter long; the portion the delivery guy sucked up was less than one-twentieth of that.
Still licking his lips with excitement, he stammered, "Good stuff, really good stuff! I haven't been able to eat anything this good since I died."
"Then eat more."
Fang Zong broke off another piece and gave it to him, asking with a smile, "Are you also going to the capital?"
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