Chapter 616: Demon Plain 58 (Revised)

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As long as the result is their own victory, it is necessary to play small tricks and big schemes.

"Grandpa, I just came back, go back to my courtyard first." Mu Xiaofeng politely bowed to Mu Slin again, and then walked out of the room directly.

In the room, Mu Silin's face was flushed with anger, and he looked at his fiasco on the chessboard, and finally just shook his head deeply.

"Young Master! Welcome home! "The Temple of Light must also have a reason to arrest people. Luca put his right hand a little below his left shoulder and bowed respectfully to Mu Xiaofeng.

Nodding, Mu Xiaofeng had already walked in front of him, walked into the room, and sat on the sofa.

"How's the situation out there?"

"The Dark Temple has reappeared on the Western Continent, and the Dark Temple has directly pointed the finger at the Temple of Light this time, destroying many of the Temples of Light's spheres of influence. The Temple of Light was very busy, and the wanted announcement outside only wrote the fact that you are Xiangfan, young master. โ€

The night waning moon is really fast.

"What are the young master's plans?" The red in Luca's eyes looked at Mu Xiaofeng, looked at Mu Xiaofeng for a while, and then smiled slowly.

"In a month, it's the refining competition in the United Nations, and I want to go and see it." Luka had already made a cup of tea for Mu Xiaofeng and placed it on the table.

Then he continued to stand behind her, dressed in a black tuxedo, with no expression on Luca's face and a gloomy look in his red eyes.

"The refining competition is scheduled for the middle of next month, and it's only early August, young master, are you in a hurry."

Mu Xiaofeng picked up a cup of tea, only took a sip, and then the teacup stopped suddenly when he put it on his lips.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong? Mu Xiaofeng took a sip slowly, letting the taste of tea spread throughout his mouth.

"Luca, there seems to be something different about the tea you made." Frowning slightly, what difference would it make?

His method of making tea is still exactly the same as before.

Even the tea leaves, the amount and proportion of tea are exactly the same.

"Young master, what do you mean by the difference?"

"Isn't that different...... It's more warm than before, although the tea you brewed before was delicious, but it was cold, and the tea you brewed only brought a loose feeling to the taste buds of the tongue, but it didn't pass here......"

Mu Xiaofeng pointed to his heart. Luca's eyes narrowed, why it was different, he didn't know.

"Then young master, do you think it's better or worse now?"

He was the perfect butler, and never spit out of his master's mouth unpleasant, unpalatable, and some fussy words.

"Of course it's delicious. Because the feeling has already passed here. Mu Xiaofeng pointed to his heart again, and then put down the teacup.

"By the way, for what you just said, this is exactly what I want to tell you, I didn't go to the United Nations just to watch the refining competition, I want to become a refiner."

She wanted to build a cannonball weapon, and that weapon, she wanted to build herself.

Luca smiled and nodded, not surprised at all by what Mu Xiaofeng said.

"Young Master, do you know what day is in seven days?" Seven days later? What happened after seven days? I searched hard for my memories, but I didn't seem to find anything.

"Young master, seven days later will be your birthday, the day you turn seventeen."

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