If you ask Old Han for his opinion, it's the same recipe, the same taste.
Try your best to make every word and every sentence true, but omit some parts of the content to mislead others.
"This kid has practically fooled his junior brother on the other side. He really knows how to play the game..."
The old man sighed, saying that the two sides were not even in the same league, and he had no chance to resist at all.
They chatted for about half an hour, until Bai Yi finished eating the snacks the young man had bought, and the conversation ended.
In return for the meal, he gave the young man a freshly acquired manuscript.
You ask where the original manuscript came from? On its way here, another fragment of a world disappeared without a trace. What do you think?
"My senior brother is indeed a good person."
Looking at the gift in his hand, the Heroic Spirit said that his senior brother was indeed a good person, a very good person.
Look at this! It's our first meeting, and they've already given us such a nice gift, and they're so easy to talk to.
He must keep this feeling firmly in his heart.
My senior brother was just an ordinary, unremarkable storyteller of the new school. Even his basic skills of fiction and theft were only superficially understood.
As a Heroic Spirit, its strength must not be very good, right?
Once I become stronger, I'll explore another world and try to bring back some high-quality manuscripts for my senior brother.
The young man made his decision. As for Old Man Han beside him? He slowly sipped his tea, smiling without saying a word.
As we all know, the highest level of mastery of a skill is a basic understanding.
It's like how a veteran who's climbed a little higher is called a newbie.
Their daily routine continued. According to Old Han's original plan, this heroic spirit envoy was supposed to travel to the Nine Provinces Realm.
However, because Bai Xiaosheng descended as a heroic spirit, the Nine Provinces Realm gradually descended into chaos, forcing him to change his destination.
After separating from Old Man Han and the others, Bai Yi's next target was the spatial rift between the Nine Continents and Earth.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad, my old friend has already discovered the gift I left for him."
He must be happy to realize I haven't forgotten him, right?
I checked the fortune teller's profile with my own account, and the previous messages had been deleted.
The Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion posted a message on his homepage, calling on other heroic spirits who were victims of Bai Xiaosheng to join forces with him and fight against this evil storyteller.
However, it hasn't had any effect yet, perhaps because these people think that the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion is no match for Bai Xiaosheng.
It's also possible that they suspect this post criticizing Bai Xiaosheng was published after Bai Xiaosheng hacked his account.
Bai Yi didn't say anything, but he felt that some people were hoping that he would remember them.
That's not good; he always treats everyone equally.
"So, I took action."
Log in to Bai Xiaosheng's personal account, select a large group of specific users, and send a mass message.
"My friends, I, Bai Xiaosheng, am back! I haven't forgotten you. Are you surprised? Are you happy? Are you touched?"
Sending a message directly to all friends allows them to feel his friendliness.
He had been staying at the martial arts school for several days without leaving even once, at the place of the Blood Shadow Cult leader who wished to remain anonymous.
If his Heroic Spirit envoy or fellow Heroic Spirit teammates have temporarily left, the first thing he does upon returning is to confirm whether these people are the same as before.
"Buddy, if you ask me, it's unnecessary, really. You're not exactly a target that Bai Xiaosheng cares about."
Look at the victims of the past two days: the Master of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion and that fortune teller. Their status is higher than yours.
I figured Bai Xiaosheng had probably forgotten about you; you're safe now.
The assassin was still offering comfort, but the Blood Shadow Cult Leader just stared at the ceiling, remaining silent.
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