Unable to refuse such a kind invitation, Wen Xingze finally sang two encores, "Butterfly" and "Bluebird".
When he lived in the basement, Wen Xingze was hesitant to play the suona because it would disturb the neighbors. The suona's sound is undeniably resonant and penetrating, and when Wen Xingze played it on the set, the reporters outside were startled.
Moreover, the entertainment reporters were also obsessed with it, and after the show ended they asked Wen Xingze if he could post on Weibo.
Wen Xingze said: "I don't know about this either. I need to ask Sister Ye."
The entertainment reporters began to whine: "Tears." "We've been waiting for so many days, even though we didn't get to take pictures of Emperor Chi, tonight was worth it." "My youth is back."
Wen Xingze: "...Is your youth really a suona version of Blue Bird?"
Entertainment reporter: "Yeah, that's what, the cremation ninja."
Wen Xingze: “???” That’s not necessary.
"You can be a ghost and exorcise ghosts. You are really amazing. You are the best in the idol world." Another entertainment reporter gave Wen Xingze a thumbs up.
Wen Xingze subconsciously said modestly, "One-stop service, 20% discount for acquaintances."
Then he remembered something was wrong. He had never admitted that he was the vampire brother in "Ghost 100%". Damn, was he being tricked?
However, the reporters had already run off with their cameras. Wen Xingze had no choice but to leave it to fate.
Although the three songs were short, the entire crew was very excited to listen to them. After the end, they still had their glow sticks thrown away. When they went back to the B&B in groups of three or two, it really felt like the audience was following the audience after a concert.
That night, even citizens who were walking at the foot of the mountain saw a large area of unknown fluorescent blue light appearing on the top of Songshan Mountain, and the sound of suona and cheers could be heard.
This became a hot topic of urban legends, with people saying that a group of ghosts were gathering on the top of the mountain to dance...
After listening to Zaizai's suona playing with fascination, the Thirteenth Prince did not go to fight with Chi Yan, although they did come for that purpose.
——The call from the housekeeper quickly made them realize the urgency of the matter.
"Your Highnesses," the butler reminded, "the most urgent task is to complete the mission. Otherwise, once the Soul Box's time limit expires, we will be in a passive position again."
Anyone who can become the king of a country must not be a fool. Regardless of whether they will win or not in a fight with Chi Yan, it is certain that it will take a lot of time.
Moreover, the time limit for the PK mission is one week, and the daily time can be roughly divided into three categories: from 7 to 9 pm, the dragon clan can communicate with His Majesty, and during the day, the crew is the absolute home turf of Director Chi Yan. The only thing they can seize is the three hours of the Soul Box.
This is a battlefield!
One wrong step would mean losing the initiative, and when it comes to His Majesty's affairs, the vampires don't want to make any concessions.
And this time everyone was teleported here, so the Soul Box time was shortened to one hour, so there was no time to waste...even though Chi Yan was really annoying.
Lilith pondered for three seconds before making a decision: "You're right. What about the strategy?"
The difficulty of this task lies in the fact that, firstly, it requires genuine feelings, and secondly, the existence of the PK task cannot be made known to His Majesty. Furthermore, His Majesty is not someone who will be moved by money, and they have long known this.
With a snap, Soran closed the book and said, "I'll tell you."
The vampires were a race that disdained cooperation, unless the circumstances were extremely special, like today. Not only the prince, but even ordinary vampires served as rear support.
The main star of the vampires in the eternal night became noisy.
“…”
Soon after, the thirteen princes, having completed their division of labor, disbanded on the spot.
The homestay booked by the crew, with the kitchen downstairs.
The kitchen was relatively clean, and all cooking utensils were available. After using their cash to clear the area, only the Demonic Prince Isabella and the Commander-in-Chief, the Secret Prince Soren, remained in the kitchen.
Unlike Lilith, Isabella is a gentle sister with charming wavy hair...and that's what she looks like on the surface.
She asked, "So what do you want me to do?"
The subordinate in the headset replied, "Your Highnesses are responsible for the cooking of this mission, as it is of paramount importance."
"That's not difficult," Isabella said, brushing her long hair. "I'm good at cooking. Are the ingredients those humans outside the window?"
subordinate:"?"
After a moment, Isabella added, "They don't look very appetizing. I doubt your Majesty will like them."
subordinate:"???"
The subordinates began to worry about the success rate of this mission, and whether this paragraph would be deleted. It felt that it was too inconsistent with the core values.
It must be solemnly stated that vampires and humans have an equal relationship, and there is no anti-human behavior.
Soran: "No, Os and the others have gone to collect the ingredients. Let's start the fire first."
No matter the season, Soran always wore a neat three-piece suit. He preferred a top hat, a black cloak, a high-collared shirt, and a long cane, the attire of a most serious and old-fashioned vampire gentleman.
The two vampire princes stood side by side, staring at the cooking table seriously.
I don't know how to use it.
A ball of blue soul fire lit up in Soran's palm, but he quickly extinguished it.
This is the fire for cooking for Your Majesty. How can you use such inferior flame?
After a dozen seconds, Soran quickly gave up. He couldn't waste time in such a place. A moment later, a human chef, who had been hallucinating, walked in dazed and lit the fire.
Soran and Isabella stared at him intently. After seeing the fire ignite, they were even more disappointed. "This flame is not even as good as the soul fire. The purity is very low, like the flame of a low-quality alcohol lamp."
Soran: "Human, what is the most noble flame in your world?"
The hallucinating chef replied, "...the holy fire?"
The subordinate in the communication revealed the detailed address of the Holy Flame.
As soon as she finished speaking, Isabella snapped her fingers, disappeared from the spot, and reappeared three seconds later.
She shook her head at Soran in disappointment: "It's no different from this fire."
Soran pondered for a moment and said, "This is the only way, Steward."
Another five minutes later.
A pale flame burned on the stove in the ordinary kitchen of the B&B.
The spark of the White Flame lies hidden deep within the vampire castle. Vampires possess a long lifespan, and death is a release for them. When their souls return to eternal sleep, they become fuel for this flame, perpetuating it.
Furthermore, after each period of seclusion, the Thirteenth Prince would expend a great deal of energy to feed it. The flame would only appear on two occasions: during the millennium sacrifice, and upon His Majesty's arrival, as a guiding light.
No one except Your Majesty is qualified to see it, or rather, no one can see it and survive.
In the underground auction house of the Universal Alliance, someone once spent hundreds of millions of star coins to buy only a wisp of white flame that went out in half a second, and was able to catch a glimpse of the momentary light.
Because it is soul fire, even though they are in spirit form, they can be brought over from there.
Soren and Isabella were finally satisfied:
"Just barely enough."
Meanwhile, in another universe.
A remote planet.
The human race in this universe is small, and they have not joined any nation. However, they also have strong combat capabilities - they are not as naturally powerful as the Dragon Clan and the Blood Clan. To gain a foothold, they must have a special skill, and their heavy weaponry is very advanced.
However, no matter how advanced the weapons are, they are helpless when faced with absolute and unquestionable power suppression.
The young human manager felt that his life was coming to an end.
He was the prince of the blood clan. Although he looked like a cute little boy of only a few years old, he broke the protective device that they were so proud of with just a light press of his bare hands, without even using any magic.
That's a barrier that would take other human armies at least three days to attack before a crack appears.
The administrator felt despair. It was too late to ask the Universal Alliance for help. Moreover, the Universal Alliance couldn't defeat these monsters.
"Don't be nervous," said the little boy holding the doll, "I'm not here to kill anyone. You guys here..."
The manager saw a glimpse of hope: "The gold, silver, treasures, weapons, and energy stones are all in the underground warehouse. If you spare our lives, we will give you anything!"
Lan showed a look of disdain: "Who cares? I'm asking, are there any top chefs?"
Five minutes later, several chefs stood in front of Lan with trembling legs.
"I need a recipe," Lan said. "A delicious and nutritionally balanced recipe. Not too salty, not too bland, not too high in sugar, not too low in sugar, with just the right flavor, not too cold, not too hot."
Chefs: “…” Colorful black?
The little boy stared at the chefs and took out his stitched dolls. "Can't you do it?"
“!!!”
The chefs shook their heads wildly.
At the same time, on the other side of the earth, in an extremely cold place.
Os was busy with another crucial step: finding the ingredients. Soran called and told him to prepare the ingredients before bringing them back, lest his Majesty get upset if he ate them in time.
Os thought it made sense. He thought no human would pass through such a snowy field, so he did not deliberately hide the shape of his spirit body.
Then, the middle-aged man who was walking by with a sled not far away saw a scene that he would never forget.
The red-haired prince of the blood clan summoned his own exclusive soul weapon. Os is a rare pure-blooded warrior among the princes.
, he prefers physical attacks to illusions.
It was a shoulder-fired ion cannon with a caliber of more than one meter.
The dark gray, metallic-sheen barrel lacked any calibration or compensators. Every screw was precise and cold, carrying an undeniable aggression. A fluorescent blue screen replaced the calibration mirror, and various positioning data flashed by at a rapid speed.
When the energy is fully accumulated, just one shot is enough to directly vaporize a medium-sized planet at high temperature.
The middle-aged man next to him suddenly fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face, and trembling as he searched for his phone: "Help, help!"
Then, the next second.
The middle-aged man watched helplessly as the red-haired youth charged his ion cannon and fired it at a snow pit on the ground. Steam rose from the pit, melting the snow into boiling water. The young man nodded in satisfaction and began to boil eggs in the water.
Boiled eggs...
The middle-aged man's eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The same thing happened in many places across the two universes. The vampires' bizarre behavior had the Universal Alliance thinking they were about to perform some forbidden technique, or that Muse had finally decided to declare war on the entire universe.
But in reality, the vampires had only devised a 'loving dinner' plan. They would prepare an unusual and delicious dinner for the tired cub after a day's work, and with a little hint, they were sure to win his favor.
And now.
The meal was placed right in front of Wen Xingze.
Wen Xingze: “…………?”
There were eight plates on the table.
Four were black, three were red, and the other deep bowl seemed to be filled with soup. Wen Xingze watched the shrimps inside jump out and jump back in.
The story begins with the recipe Lan obtained.
In that universe, the chefs were indeed highly skilled, but the culinary culture, culinary traditions, and ingredients of the two universes were vastly different. Furthermore, the chefs were nervous, unsure how to satisfy the discerning client, and in a short period of time, they came up with this original recipe.
The name seems to be "Volcano Snow, Dragon Crossing the River", and "Xilinmen Ruyi Jade Restaurant".
With the help of this recipe, and the fact that both Soren and Isabella overestimated their cooking skills, the final result was like this.
Wen Xingze was silent for half a minute.
Under the expectant gaze of the little bats, he took a deep breath, then calmly served himself a bowl from each plate, except for the soup from which the shrimp popped out.
Wen Xingze chanted "Buddha have mercy on me" in his heart and finished all seven bowls.
Then he used his life's acting skills and praised sincerely, "Not bad, very delicious."
The princes' spirits were visibly lifted.
They are very happy.
Lilith turned half-side to comb her long hair, and Soran coughed lightly to hide his smile. Then the thirteen princes came forward one by one and kissed Wen Xingze's hand.
"Do you like it? I'll make it for you next time." Soran said.
Wen Xingze paused for another second.
It was this second of hesitation that allowed Lan to discover the clue.
"Wait," the boy gestured for a pause, frowned, and walked to the table with a stern face. "Your Majesty, I want to taste it."
Of course Wen Xingze couldn't let him taste it, so he quickly picked up the bowl closest to Lan and poured it all into his mouth in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, Lan took advantage of this opportunity to reach out to another plate, took a bite, and then ran to the toilet: "Ugh—"
The other princes' expressions changed.
Wen Xingze: "Wait..."
However, it was too late. Each prince came up, took a spoon and tasted it, and then they also: "Ugh—"
“…”
Messed up.
Even if you put in 120,000% effort, not everything can be accomplished.
Wen Xingze knew that the vampires must have worked very hard to prepare this meal, nervously searching for the recipe, carefully preparing the best ingredients, and then cooking. Although the result was not very good, he also wanted to give them the praise they deserved as a king.
Wen Xingze knew how much the vampires valued him. A simple look or a word from him could make them happy for a long time, and similarly, it could also make them sad for a long time.
He didn't want to make the vampires feel sad, not even for a second.
He hopes that everyone can be happy. Who could have thought that things would turn out like this? That's why it is said that eight out of ten things in life are not as we wish.
It was a long, hot summer night.
The princes remained silent. Lan sniffed and tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.
"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I'm going to the next universe to kill a few people." He turned around and left, holding the rag doll.
Wen Xingze: "Wait!"
Wen Xingze ruffled Lan's hair and said, "I think it's delicious. I also burnt the Maoxuewang I cooked for you on the capital planet before. Didn't you think it was delicious too?"
That was the first time Wen Xingze tried to copy a real-life recipe in the game. He couldn't taste the flavor through the screen, but the vampires happily ate it all, and they almost fought over who got to eat the last bite.
Wen Xingze was once complacent about his talent in life skills, until he made it for the second time and ate it himself, and then all the values started to drop wildly... He realized then that he probably made a dark dish.
Wen Xingze is not a considerate person most of the time, but he wants to give tenderness to gentle people and love to those who love him.
The princes were silent.
"Because I like you." Wen Xingze said.
Princes: “?”
The key words suddenly brought the princes, who were lost in self-blame, back to their senses and pricked up their ears.
"Your Majesty, I just ordered a pizza delivery... What's going on? Why is the atmosphere so solemn?"
At this time, Isabella came in from outside with a pizza box in her arms. She had just received an emergency call and the housekeeper advised her to order a takeout.
Wen Xingze: "Takeout?"
Isabella nodded and uncovered the takeout box.
——The pizza is baked with crispy dough, and the cheese on the surface is mellow and milky, cut into thin strips, and the crispy and slightly curled bacon, shrimp cubes, tuna, and tender corn kernels are evenly sprinkled on it. It is delicious when you take a bite.
Wen Xingze's eyes widened.
There is no harm without comparison.
Compared to the dark cuisine before, this is such a delicious delicacy! He hugged a piece of pizza and said sincerely: "I love you guys so much."
"Cub Development Plan", the system voice suddenly sounded.
"Ding Dong! Congratulations to the vampire parent for successfully meeting the requirements and winning the first PK mission, taking a total of 1 hour! Your child has obtained [IQ Doubler Item Card*1] and [Infinite Volume Mustard Seed Space Card*1!]"
"Vampire parents receive [72 hours of island summer time alone with their cub] [priority in choosing their cub's career plan within three months] [and one extra delivery per month]."
"The vampire filter has been upgraded! Current level is lv2 (Viscount)."
Princes: “?”
Princes: “???”
Princes: “!!!!”
The entire Blood Clan's main planet was in an uproar. They thought they were done for, but unexpectedly...
"The outcome is uncertain, you and I are both dark horses." The little bats hugged their heads and burst into tears.
“…”
In the same B&B, the director’s room.
Chi Yan stared at the picture on the screen, pursed his lips slightly, and after a moment he took off his glasses and put them casually on the table.
As a result, he lost his strength for a moment, and with a click, two cracks appeared on the lens.
Chi Yan: “…”
Chi Yan expressionlessly closed his palms and simply crushed the glasses.
Really, very jealous.
Muse Empire, Lanser Star.
This is a deep blue planet. Looking down from the sky, 95% of its surface is covered by oceans.
The mermaids settled on this planet.
In terms of appearance alone, few races, aside from the elves, can rival the mermaids. Both men and women are strikingly beautiful, and their singing voices are unmatched.
However, the mermaids are not actually an extroverted race. Without the summons of His Majesty, they can live in seclusion in the dark deep sea for decades.
However, the deep-sea signal was not good, which resulted in the fact that during the first reservation for the internal test of "Cub Development Plan", only the clan leader, Xia, successfully made the reservation.
But not this time.
In the silent depths of the sea, a once prosperous city-state is now covered in moss. This is the city of mermaids. A lost civilization, an unknown ancient city. For a long time, this seemed like an ironic joke, hinting at the sad fate of this race abandoned by civilization.
At this moment, tiny dots of light appeared in the darkness.
Fourteen years have passed since they last saw Wang in person. Although it has been a long time, they still remember how he looked when he smiled.
The lantern fish led the way, the priest Wuzhu also held a lamp that never went out, and thousands of mermaids followed behind him.
He had a beautiful blue fish tail, ear fins of the same color, and silky hair tied casually with seaweed loops, a common attire among young mermaids. The ocean currents were like the wind, sweeping the mermaids' long hair up.
The mermaids rode the currents, climbing upwards on the wind.
Can't wait.
...want to see him.
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