Fantasy: Immortality starts with absorbing demons

"Hey, have you heard that the rapist Wu Awei has been killed!"

"Is it true?"

"Of course it's true. I heard that the officials in the Wu League have withdrawn the reward for Wu Awei!"

"I don't know which hero did such a good thing. Come on, drink, come on, let's go and see..."

In the teahouse, several impatient people didn't even bother to drink the good tea, and ran to the Wu League to verify the authenticity.

"Hahaha, Wu Awei has finally been solved, poor my daughter!"

An old man dressed as a vendor first laughed up to the sky, and then burst into tears.

As the news spread, such scenes appeared in the city one after another.

In Anyan City, many ordinary families with daughters were full of joy and happiness!

But some were happy and some were sad. In the Wu League, the guards, whose prices had risen sharply, became deserted and melancholy.

But the instigator of this incident...

"The common people are so happy today~"

Han Yi hummed a tune and walked briskly to the familiar mutton shop.

After receiving the reward just now, he found a deserted place, took off his black robe, tied a package and put it on his shoulder.

There was a reason why he was so anxious!

I was hungry!

Besides, the first mission he took on the Wumeng had such a good start, which made Han Yi start to daydream about a beautiful tomorrow.

He now has more than 500 taels of silver on him, let's go, we must celebrate!

"Boss, five more bowls of mutton soup!"

"No offal, just mutton!"

"Okay! Sir, please wait..."

The owner of the mutton shop smiled happily, after all, another big deal came!

"Master Han, how does the mutton soup taste this time? Is the mutton to your taste?"

Although Han Yi is a warrior, he treats the waiter and the boss with a gentle attitude, without the arrogance of other warriors when treating ordinary people.

So over time, Han Yi came more often, and the boss became familiar with him.

"Delicious, delicious, this improvement is indeed a little more delicious than last time!"

"Boss, I would like to call you the 'Mutton Soup Immortal' of Anyan City!"

Han Yi often comes to this mutton shop to eat. After getting familiar with the boss, he combined his foodie nature and the secret of watching stewed mutton videos on Douyin and Kuaishou in his previous life, and exchanged experiences with the boss several times.

Sure enough, the mutton soup tasted a little better than before!

"You're welcome, you're welcome." After hearing this, the boss smiled a little brighter.

"Don't just drink the soup, try the fried pancakes I made."

He returned to the kitchen and brought out a small bowl of mutton and a large plate full of pancakes.

"Master Han, this is for you, eat slowly!"

The owner of the mutton shop obviously knew Han Yi's appetite very well. These dozen oil cakes plus these six bowls of mutton soup were just the limit of Han Yi's appetite.

"Oh, how can this be possible? Boss, you can't lose money!"

Han Yi waved his right hand repeatedly, but his left hand had already launched an offensive against the oil cake.

He grabbed the oil cake and stuffed it into his mouth, while muttering: "Thank you, boss!"

"It's a small matter, a small matter..." The owner of the mutton shop waved his hand indifferently, turned around, and continued to work on his business.

Hickey, burp

Han Yi burped, stroked his chest and abdomen back and forth, and picked his teeth with satisfaction.

After eating and drinking, he felt that the world was a little more beautiful.

"But why do I feel that my appetite has increased a little bit? Is it my illusion..." Han Yi thought to himself.

Because, this lunch today cost him two big coins!

One tael of silver is equal to ten big coins, and two big coins are equal to two hundred coins.

In other words, the five hundred taels of silver Han Yi has on him are only enough for him to eat 2,500 meals.

"The money is still too little. The road to making money is long and arduous."

Han Yi sighed.

However, I always feel that there is a faint sense of Versailles in his tone...

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Dong, Dong

"Brother Han, open the door, let's go!"

At this time, the sun was setting, and the smoke from cooking in Anyan City was curling, and the fragrance of cooking penetrated into the heart.

"Let's go now!"

Han Yi made an appointment with Pan Sheng yesterday to go to the restaurant tonight to discuss the matter of being listed.

The two of them came to the "Fulin Building" in Yuqingfang.

The "Fulin Building" is about seven or eight meters high, with a lobby on the first floor and two floors of private rooms on the second floor. There are also several rows of lanterns hanging in front of the building, reflecting the plaque brightly.

Although this ‘Fulinlou’ is not as good as the ‘Yulanxuan’ in Heyuefang, it is also the best restaurant in Yuqingfang.

The two walked into the restaurant. The first floor hall was almost full of people. There were sounds of drinking, finger-guessing, and even a few people who were arguing.

They could vaguely hear them shouting words like “I killed…” and “bragging”.

Han Yi frowned slightly. Although he didn’t like quietness, the first floor was indeed too noisy.

Fortunately, Pan Sheng had greeted the shopkeeper of this ‘Fulinlou’ early, and the two went down the stairs to the private room on the second floor.

Although the decoration of the second floor was not very luxurious and the furnishings were relatively simple, the fine rosewood chairs and the fine patterns carved on the doors and windows made sitting in the private room not only disappear the noise on the first floor, but also a faint fragrance filled the nose.

This simple and elegant decoration looks like it was designed by a master.

"Don't worry, Junior Brother Han, the food here is not very expensive and is enough for you to afford."

As soon as the two of them sat down, Pan Sheng said to Han Yi with a smile.

"It's okay, it's okay..."

Han Yi was a little touched in his heart. He suddenly became richer. Not to mention Fulin Tower, he could afford even Zuixian Tower, but Senior Brother Pan took such good care of him, which made him feel warm in his heart. .

Zhila

The box door opened, and a young man with a slender figure, fluttering white clothes and a knife at his waist appeared in front of Han Yi and the two of them.

"Brother Zheng!"

"Brother Pan!"

The two of them bowed and bowed.

Pan Sheng turned his head and said to Han Yi with a smile: "Junior Brother Han, let me introduce to you, this is Zheng Yuncheng, an outstanding disciple of our Red Flame Sect."

Han Yi then stood up and gave a slight salute, and Zheng Yuncheng also smiled and returned the salute.

"I've heard Brother Pan talk about Junior Brother Han a long time ago, and now that I see him, he is indeed personable and talented!

"It won't take long for you to become an inner disciple. Then we will all be a family, and everything can be easily discussed."

Zheng Yuncheng said with a smile on his face and a soft tone.

"Thank you, thank you!"

Han Yi waved his hands repeatedly with a look of embarrassment on his face. He did not dare to show off in front of this senior brother.

Because from his perspective, the inner sect brother who seemed to be easy to talk to had a numerical value floating beside him that reached ‘85~95’!