In an ancient Blue Star restaurant in the tourism development zone, people's eyes occasionally glanced at the table in the corner.
[Who is that? She's really pretty.]
[I wonder how much a night at this level would cost? Hehehe.]
[Tsk, isn't it just a better figure? What's so good about it? ]
[That's right, dressed like this and looking so innocent, it's obvious she's looking for a rich guy.]
Feng Qingyue, who was forced to listen to the entire story, said: ...
Sometimes, being too strong is not a good thing.
Originally, Shangguan Yu wanted to save money, but Feng Qingyue thought that since it was a rare opportunity to dress up, it would be a pity not to hang out outside for a while, so she dragged her best friend to this Gulanxing Restaurant.
Anyway, she is not short of that little money, so she decided to take a look at how people in the interstellar age prepared the recipes of the ancient blue planet.
At this moment, she looked at the strange yet familiar dishes on the table, swallowed hard, and pointed at one of them that looked like a mess:
"You call this Mapo Tofu?!"
It’s not even as good as me drinking nutrient solution!
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 this was the case.
Feng Qingyue sighed deeply: "It's okay, let's eat."
While eating, a gentle voice sounded out of place: "Hello, two beautiful ladies."
Feng Qingyue raised her head in confusion and stared at the gentle and elegant man in front of her who was wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
The man had a perfect smile on his lips, neither appearing too cold nor too ostentatious.
Her red hair was combed meticulously, and she looked well-behaved but not too rigid.
Not getting the expected response, the man's eyes darkened a bit. He was about to introduce himself when a familiar voice sounded behind him:
"Let me introduce him to you. This is Jing Song, the son of the lord of the Cinder Star." Sima Xuankong greeted them nonchalantly, his hand casually resting on Jing Song's shoulder.
The man called Jing Song maintained a proper smile on his face, but he tilted his body slightly and politely brushed Sima Xuankong's hand away.
Sima Xuankong was stunned for a moment, then realized it was boring, so he turned and walked away, still mumbling as he left: "Strange, Jing Song, you weren't such a germaphobe before? Why did you change after returning from the Nether Galaxy?"
Jing Song's smile faded, and he politely said to Feng Qingyue and Shangguan Yu, "Sorry to bother you. We are both students of the First Military Academy of the Federation. We will definitely meet again in the future."
After saying that, without waiting for the two little girls to say anything, Jing Song turned around and left.
Shangguan Yu stared at the man's back and couldn't help but grumble in a low voice: "What a strange person."
Feng Qingyue lowered her head, with a cold glint in her eyes.
Lord-level monsters can feel things that ordinary monsters and humans cannot feel. There was a fishy smell on the man just now.
That man has killed someone, and it is very likely that he has killed more than one person.
Through the gold-rimmed glasses, Feng Qingyue clearly saw the flash of bloodthirstiness and coldness in the man's eyes. He was emotionless and as indifferent as a machine.
Sima Xuankong just mentioned the Nether Galaxy. Could this matter be related to Youyou?
Feng Qingyue bit her chopsticks, frowning.
Feng Qingyue caught a glimpse of Shangguan Yu's worried look and shook her head slightly: Never mind, we will fight against the enemy with our own strength and block the water with earth. It is difficult to draw a conclusion now.
She said to Shangguan Yu seriously, "Baby, listen carefully, Jing Song is not a good person. Let's stay away from him from now on."
Shangguan Yu nodded seriously, "Do you think so too? I felt something was a little strange when he came here just now. He is definitely not as gentle as he seems."
After Jing Song left the restaurant, he glanced sideways at Feng Qingyue's location, a cruel smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
He turned left and right and returned to the hotel where he was staying.
After confirming that no one was following him, he turned the ring on his left index finger, took out a mask and put it on his face.
The corners of his mouth were raised in a strange arc, and a long tongue could be vaguely seen in his mouth. The tip of the tongue was forked and it was moving flexibly in his mouth.
The hotel room attendant pushed the door open and knelt on one knee in front of him: "Master, what can I do for you?"
Jing Song's voice was no longer as gentle as it had been in the restaurant just now. Instead, it became hoarse and unpleasant: "Did you fail in your last sneak attack on Jiyuan's army?"
The visitor lowered his head even lower: "Master, please punish us. We have done our job poorly."
Jing Song's forked tongue slid back and forth across the waiter's face: "I'll give you a chance to make amends. Otherwise, human flesh and blood is very fragrant. Hiss..."
The waiter's forehead was covered in sweat and he kowtowed several times: "Master, please tell us. We will definitely complete the task."
Jing Song narrowed his eyes and thought for a moment: "Go check the information on Feng Qingyue. Also, send a message to the spies planted in the Federation and ask them to temporarily suspend their operations. Ji Yuan needs to rest for a long time in the Federation."
The waiter nodded hurriedly and was just breathing a sigh of relief that he had saved his life when he suddenly felt a wet touch on his neck.
He was startled and looked up, only to see the man in front of him with his mouth stretched into a terrifying arc, his long tongue wrapped around his neck, his pupils bloodshot, and he bit off his head before he could even scream.
The body fell to the ground with a dull sound.
Jing Song chewed the head with pleasure, making a creepy "crunch, crunch" sound.
Several people also wearing masks walked in quickly. They skillfully picked up the bodies on the ground and took out blood cleansers and air fresheners. Almost in the blink of an eye, there was no trace of murder in the room.
Jing Song opened his mouth wide, sticky blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and was brought into his mouth by his long tongue.
He said in a hoarse voice: "Do what I just said, or you will end up like him."
The people carrying the body nodded respectfully to him and turned to leave.
If Feng Qingyue were here, she would find that the fishy smell on the man became more obvious.
Jing Song was like a madman, lying on the ground, using all four limbs to crawl around the hotel room. The people guarding the door were already used to it. They cut the dead waiter into pieces and returned them to the man.
The man devoured the food like a wild beast, and threw his gold-rimmed glasses aside.
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