But after all, Zi Jin stabbed the fish ball with chopsticks first, and at this time, Zi Jin, the tip of the chopsticks was less than a centimeter away from the fish ball.

Ahhhhh Zi Jin shouted in her heart.

Ahhh Mo Ming's face flushed.

Both of them had already used the hun (shēn) solution at this time, and the fish ball belonged in the next moment.

But just then, something suddenly changed on the field.

"Taunt." The harmless voice of a human and animal sounded, and Mo Mingming and Zi Jin were holding iron chopsticks in their hands, and as soon as these words fell, the chopsticks in their hands flew out uncontrollably and flew to the side of the dining table.

At one of the dining tables, Suzulu held the Guardian Shield Martial Soul in her left hand, and the second soul ring on (shēn) emitted a bright light.

Three iron chopsticks flew towards Suzulu's guardian shield, and the moment they came into contact, they were consumed by the metal-devouring ability.

Ling Lu withdrew her martial spirit, held the chopsticks in her right hand, and in the posture she had prepared, she caught the fish balls before they fell to the table, and then brought them to her mouth, and ate them in one bite.

After chewing a few times, Suzulu swallowed the fish balls into her stomach, satisfied, and her eyes smiled like two teeth.

"Ah~, it's delicious, thank you two!"

Zi Jin and Mo Ming turned their heads, and then looked at each other.

Zi Jin snorted and turned her head to the side.

Mo Mingming withdrew her martial spirit, embarrassed two nonsensical words, and then observed Zi Jin and Qian Linjue at the other table.

The luncheon continued.

At the other table, Qian Linjue and their table were much calmer, everyone chatted while eating, and after a while, after they were full, Meng Rulong led people to arrange a place for Qianlinjue and others.

Among them, Qian Linjue was assigned to a separate room.

After arranging, Qian Linjue was about to sit (chuáng) to read the comics, when Qian Fei'er suddenly knocked on the door and entered the room, inviting Qian Linjue to go shopping outside in Utan City.

"Lin Jue, is there anything wrong? Come out for a walk with me. ”

Qian Linjue looked through the window to see the color outside, at this time I had just had lunch, it was still early, the air was still good, there was a little sunshine, there was some cool wind, no (rè).

He turned his head to look at Qianfei'er, and responded haughtily in both his watch (qíng) and his tone.

"Okay, Young Master Ben will go out with you with your face, feel honored and happy, because this is an exception given to you by Young Master Ben."

, Qianlin Jue stood up (shēn).

Qian Fei'er smiled, she knew from her that her cousin's (xìng) grid, (xìng) grid was arrogant and arrogant, and he was still very good at treating people.

Then, the two of them went out together, followed by Cloud Armor Douluo as an escort.

Leaving Soto City, without Tang Hao's threat, Qian Fei'er would not need four Title Douluo to go out together, in a city like Utan City, one Soul Emperor is enough, let alone a legend-level master like Title Douluo.

Walking out of the door of the Meng family's residential area with Qian Linjue, Qian Fei'er took Qian Linjue's hand and walked on the streets of the city without hurry.

"Linjue, the last time we went shopping alone together, it seems to be three years ago." Qian Fei'er was careless, as if she was reminiscing.

Qian Linjue's eyes looked to the side, and after thinking about it, it seemed to be right.

He nodded, "Well, it seems so." ”

Qian Fei'er smiled.

The two walked and chatted on the street, watched a play in a theater, drank afternoon tea in a teahouse, went to eat some food in the street, and walked back.

While passing through a bustling road, Qian Fei'er and Qian Linjue passed by a fortune-telling stall.

Behind this fortune-telling booth sat a young man, more than 1.5 meters, with short silver hair, who was about the same age as Qian Linjue in appearance.

When Qian Fei'er passed by, the man sat behind the stall and shouted: "Fortune telling, come and take a look, take a look, especially the future female pope and the person in charge of the empire behind the scenes, you can't miss ......"

Qian Fei'er was slightly stunned, stood still, and looked sideways at the young man behind the stall.

As soon as Qian Linjue took a step, she was pulled by her cousin, turned her head a little strangely, looked at the fortune-telling stall, and then looked at Qian Fei'er, and blinked suspiciously.

"Sister Fei'er, what's wrong?"

Qian Fei'er was a little cautious and very cautious at the moment.

Pope, the ruler of the empire? Is it me?

There are many coincidences and accidents in the world, but Qian Feier never believes in accidents.

Did this man see through my plan or what's going on?

Qian Fei'er squinted and opened her eyes slightly.

She decided to give it a try.

If this man is wrong, he will be treated as a charlatan talking nonsense.

And if it's right...... Qian Fei'er can't let it go!

She walked over to the bench in front of the stall, closed her eyes again, and smiled at the young man behind the stall, her chin propped up on her palms and the table on her elbows.

"Okay, you help me calculate, what my life is."

The silver-haired man nodded, and then replied: "This benefactor (rì) will definitely come down after the king, achieve the throne, and become the Pope of the Martial Spirit (diàn), but it is a pity that ......"

"What's the pity?" Qian Fei'er asked with a chuckle.

The silver-haired man paused, and continued to speak unhurriedly: "It's a pity that the donor's murderous intent is too heavy, and (rì) will definitely ...... in the future."

Qian Fei'er's face changed in vain, and all her squinting eyes were opened, and her eyes were full of murderous intent.

Sen Leng released a murderous aura, and Qian Linjue on the side of the frightened (shēn) retreated again and again, and the surrounding passers-by screamed in horror, and the frightened (pì) rolled urine, fell and got up and ran out in fear.

Qian Fei'er smashed the fortune-telling booth with one palm, and took advantage of the situation (shēn) to dance with both hands to create a dazzling afterimage.

"Bold and wicked, I can see at a glance that you are not human! Look at my Great Dragon, World-Honored Jizo, Da Luo Mantra, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bar, Coax, Death! ”

The words fell, and Qian Fei'er slapped the silver-haired man with a palm.

"Bang ——!"

The ground where the silver-haired man was located was smashed by the force of his palm, revealing a large pit more than two feet deep.

Qian Fei'er glanced at it, but she didn't see the corpse of the silver-haired man or the fragments of his clothes.

Not there, gone?

Qian Fei'er frowned, and suddenly, as if she sensed something, she turned her head to look in one direction.

In the distance, the silver-haired man stood on the roof of the house, his (shēn) shadow flickering a few times, and disappeared from Qian Fei'er's sight

In midair, the silver-haired man's clear words were left.

"See you next time, King of the Fallen Envoys."

The sound faded away, slowly fading.

Cloud Armor Douluo stepped forward quickly, walked to Qian Fei'er (shēn), and asked, "Lord Fei'er, are you chasing after you?" ”

Qian Fei'er turned her head and asked, "Can you catch up?" ”

"Uh......" Cloud Armor Douluo shook his head.

The young man just now, from the fluctuation of soul power, Cloud Armor Douluo Bu Yunjia could clearly judge that that person's soul power was about the same as Meng De of the Meng family, about level 30.