After climbing for a long time, the summit was finally in sight. Han Wenzheng's throat was burning with pain. Sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell on Han Wenzheng, and he couldn't help but smile.
I, Han Wenzheng, am not a dark and perverted man!
Little did he know that the moment he reached the summit, a gaze had already locked onto him.
The person whose gaze he was looking at was none other than Xia Yi, whom he least wanted to encounter.
"How embarrassing."
Xia Yi smiled coldly, watching the other party's movements without making a move.
There are too many people here, and if she gets physical, it could easily affect the other diners. If it causes Xiao Wuwu to dislike her, then it would be a loss.
"This must be the milk tea stall those two were talking about."
It was nearing the end of Lu Wu's stall business, so there were fewer customers at the stall, allowing Han Wenzheng to see what was happening there.
"It's nothing special."
Han Wenzheng thought to himself with disdain.
The three brothers praised this Boss Lu to the skies, saying he was the best in the world.
He's just a small business owner with a street stall; what future can he possibly have?
Thinking it over, he ignored the alluring aroma of milk tea in the air and headed towards Tianfo Temple.
Little Beast is his true love.
"Hey bro, can you help me with this?"
Just as he was about to step into the entrance of Tianfo Temple, someone came over and put a cup in his hand.
Without waiting for Han Wenzheng's agreement, this guy rolled up his sleeves and walked towards another person.
"So you were the one who tried to steal a sip of my milk tea, right? Come on, keep stealing, I'll show you how big my fists are."
Clap clap clap!
The sound of the punches was fierce.
Standing at the door, Han Wenzheng frowned as he looked at the things in his hands; he was a little irritated.
Can we just hand over something like this to anyone else? Aren't we worried that they might put something in it?
She trusts people too easily.
Are all the cultivators outside this naive?
That's what he was thinking. Han Wen was examining the milk tea in his hand; he was holding a strawberry milkshake.
It has a pinkish appearance, and the strawberry pieces inside are visible to the naked eye.
The water droplets on the cup dampened Han Wenzheng's hands, making him uncomfortable.
The creamy aroma of strawberries was fully enhanced after being prepared by Lu Wushuang, and the strawberry aroma remained strong even after it had been consumed.
The fragrance is so enchanting it captivates the soul.
Han Wenzheng believed that his judgment was different from the crowd, which was why he took a liking to that monster.
He had thought he wouldn't be tempted by something so popular, but now he clearly felt its attraction to him.
Want to give it a try?
After glancing at the still long queue, Han Wenzheng abandoned the idea.
It's not that I stopped drinking, but that I didn't queue up.
Anyway, he's not a good person; he's a proponent of taking things as they come.
With the milk tea readily available in his hand, Han Wenzheng glanced at the monks who were still passionately fighting, rolled his eyes a few times, and then naturally picked up the cup and walked into the temple.
He had been waiting for several breaths, but the other party still hadn't come to take it, which meant that the other party didn't want it.
So it's okay if he deals with it.
Not long after Han Wenzheng left, the boxer reluctantly put down his fist and let his opponent go.
Turning around, I realized that the tool I had just grabbed was gone.
Where are they?
He scratched his head, puzzled.
The milkshake had the wrong ingredients, and quite a few people saw it. He originally intended to process it in an environmentally friendly way, but now he doesn't need to.
Since the person is gone, the milkshakes should probably be thrown away too.
Unaware of the danger, Han Wenzheng was walking through Tianfo Temple, observing its architecture. Compared to the freedom of the Hehuan Sect, the buildings inside Tianfo Temple were magnificent and solemn.
While pondering what to say when he met the devil, he casually picked up his cup and took a sip.
The tiny ice crystals inside only linger briefly on the tip of the tongue before melting away. The richness of the cream is not sticky; instead, it creates a sense of envelopment, perfectly preserving the sweetness of the strawberries.
Nine-tenths ripe strawberries still have a touch of fruit tartness. This tartness perfectly balances the richness of the milky flavor, making it smoother and sweeter.
A milkshake made with pure, natural, and additive-free ingredients is a pure enjoyment.
It's clear that Han Wenzheng enjoyed it.
He quickly found the path leading to the back of the mountain.
"Strange, isn't anyone guarding it?"
The path was not wide, and the branches on both sides blocked the view. The thorny road looked difficult to walk on, but Han Wenzheng did not care.
He took his first steps toward becoming powerful.
One step, two steps...
His legs suddenly gave way and he almost fell to the ground, but luckily he was quick enough to grab a tree branch to steady himself.
He shook his head vigorously.
Strange, why do I feel like my vision is going black and my head is foggy, like... I'm taking Chinese medicine.
The thought had barely formed in his mind when his arm went limp, and losing his grip, his body naturally rolled down the mountain path.
Branches brushed against the hem of my clothes, and thorns pierced my flesh.
Before long, Han Wenzheng's body was covered with bloodstains, looking quite pitiful.
But he was lucky, because with that roll, he ended up right in front of Gu Yan, who was walking by.
A blood-soaked person fell from the sky?
Gu Yan looked at Han Wenzheng and then observed the surroundings.
Something's not right.
Could it be that the monks are testing me?
But didn't he say that he's not human, nor does he eat people?
Not to mention, the person in front of me was covered in a stench, like a bedbug.
However, he understood the monks' concerns, but they were completely unnecessary.
He kept his promise; as long as Tianfo Temple didn't fall, he wouldn't leave Zhenmo Mountain. As for now, he had to go out for a walk and have a cup of milk tea.
I wonder if the little girl misses me.
Thinking of this, Gu Yan couldn't wait any longer.
He didn't look at the bloody figure on the ground a second time, stepped over it, and left.
He is a noble demon!
The idea of ​​detouring for bedbugs is unfounded.
The forest fell silent, with only the sound of the wind passing through. After an unknown amount of time, a monstrous beast appeared in the woods.
It lurked in the shadows, its throat bobbing as it smelled the blood in the air.
That demon has come out again, scaring it so much that it hasn't dared to go out to forage for food for the past few days.
But now that food has fallen from the sky and there's no sign of a demon nearby, can he finally have a good meal?
Of course, what attracts it most is the lingering sweet aroma on the food.
It smells delicious, making it craving more.
Humans who smell this good must be clean, and it must taste delicious.
After waiting cautiously for a while, and still no one appeared, the monster grew bolder and slowly crawled towards Han Wenzheng.
It is clearly a tiger-like monster, but its movements are like those of a reptile.
"Awoo!"
The excited monster roared, just as the wind rustled the leaves.
The monster instantly covered its mouth and buried its head in the pile of leaves.
The commotion subsided after a while.
The monster, peeking out furtively, discovered that the demon had not returned.
Oh dear, I'm scaring myself.
Food, here I come!
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