Villain: Who said I came here to break off the engagement?

Han Lingxuan put her hand under the table and touched her feet, feeling a little aggrieved.

Kicked too hard!

Yin Bingyan didn't think much, nodded, stood up and said, "My head is feeling dizzy, so I'm going to sleep first."

Good sister Han Lingxuan helped her to the room very considerately.

Li Guanhai suddenly remembered something and looked at Xu Qingqiu: "Miss Xu, please go back immediately and tell Senior Chu Jiang and Yu Hong not to tell anything about Yin Bingyan."

Xu Qingqiu was a smart woman and understood immediately, nodded and said: "Okay."

Then he stood up, touched the ground with his toes, and flew away with the sword energy, flying a few feet away. He suddenly stopped, looked back and smiled, his black hair flying in the night wind, sticking to her beautiful face.

"I'll come see you tomorrow for a discussion."

"Okay." Li Guanhai smiled and nodded.

Waiting for Xu Qingqiu to control the sword energy and leave, Yang Chan'er suddenly said with a strange expression: "Oh, it makes my eyes straighten, but it's not surprising. Even I can't help but want to look at such a beautiful woman, not to mention her romantic reputation. How about you, my cousin all over the world?”

Li Guanhai withdrew his gaze and glanced sideways at her: "Don't judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. She and I have no qualms."

"Really?" Yang Chan'er looked in disbelief and sneered: "You don't cherish such a beautiful person like Sister Xiahou, but you want to be a prostitute outside. If she knows that you are dishonest, she will definitely not let you go."

Li Guanhai raised his hand and hit her on the head.

…

Jia Cheng, from the Gao clan, walked quickly outside a military tent, opened the curtain and walked in.

Gao Weiliu sat cross-legged on the wooden couch, his Qi moving around the sky, and wisps of white light visible to the naked eye swirled around him, and finally merged into the Qihai point in his lower abdomen.

He is not practicing, but trying to restore his previous life cultivation.

"Sir, my subordinates just saw Li Guanhai leaving the Flying Shenzhou and going to the camp where he was stationed at Lingxu Mountain. He returned not long after with three people, two of whom were sword cultivators from Lingxu Mountain. Judging from their appearance, they should be of high status. Eighty percent of them are elders or something like that.”

"As for the third one, he is Xu Qingqiu, the most gifted swordsman among the younger generation in Lingxu Mountain."

Gao Weilue did not open his eyes or stop his energy movement around the sky. He asked calmly: "What is Li Guanhai looking for them for?"

Jia Cheng shook his head: "This subordinate doesn't know. They didn't stay on the Flying Shenzhou for too long. They left in about half an hour, but Xu Qingqiu didn't leave."

Gao Weili frowned slightly, but still didn't open his eyes. He pondered for a while and asked, "When did she leave?"

Jia Cheng replied: "About a cup of tea."

Gao Weiliu relaxed his brows and said calmly: "Continue to monitor."

"Yes, sir."

Jia Cheng clasped his fists in salute and exited the military tent.

Originally, Gao Weilue wanted to lure Li Guanhai out of the military camp to a secluded and uninhabited place, where he would lay out a dragnet in advance, and then use the divine magic to kill him.

However, after observing the discussion between him and Xu Qingqiu a few days ago, Gao Weilue felt that this strategy had big loopholes and was inappropriate.

A person who is good at planning does not worry about winning, but thinks about defeat first.

Suppose there was a flaw in the plan and Li Guanhai failed to be killed, then he would be completely trapped in a dead end with no chance of winning. Even if he could use the method of praying to the gods, it would be of no avail.

Until then, everything is over.

It is normal for the dignified young master of Yunwei Si to have a few life-saving magic weapons or means on his body, and who can guarantee that there are no guardians secretly following him to protect him?

So in the past few days, Gao Weilue did not take any action, but secretly sent Jia Cheng to monitor the Flying Shenzhou where Li Guanhai was located, to see where he went every day and who he came into contact with.

It may not make sense to do so, but there are no absolutes.

…

The next day.

It was still a bit cold in the coastal areas in the early morning. Li Guanhai left the inner universe and ended his day's practice.

He left the room and sat at the stone table.

The pretty maid who got up early very thoughtfully brought breakfast and hot tea.

The little maid was very excited. Coming to deliver breakfast to the young master was not an errand that she could do if she wanted to. Just now she and her sisters had a quarrel over grabbing this good job, and finally decided to draw lots and leave it to fate.

As a result, the god of luck favored her and she was very excited.

Li Guanhai glanced at it and saw that breakfast was made of exquisite sugar cakes, such as water chestnut cake, sweet-scented osmanthus cake, glutinous rice sticky cake, and various other cakes.

He didn't like sweets very much, so he asked casually: "Do you have fried dough sticks and soy milk?"

The pretty maid, who was holding the wooden plate and full of joy, was stunned and didn't understand: "Young Master, what is fried dough sticks and soy milk?"

Snap!

Li Guanhai slapped the table, stood up, and walked towards the kitchen: "Let's go, I will show you my skills!"

In the distance, when the maids who were not favored by the God of Luck saw the young master coming, they were all excited and excited. They all retracted their bodies, hurriedly arranged their appearance, and walked out dignifiedly, with soft voices.

"Young Master."

Li Guanhai rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen and casually ordered: "Burn the oil."

"Yes, young master."

A maid happily went to burn oil.

Li Guanhai waved his hand and opened his palms to the maids behind him without looking back: "Come on, fans!"

The pretty maids looked at each other, not understanding anything.

The maid responsible for delivering breakfast asked: "Young master, what kind of powder are you?"

"flour!"

"Okay."

The little maid took a bag of flour and put it on the table.

Li Guanhai stretched out his other hand and spread his palm: "Here comes the water!"

His actions were like lightning, his words were like mountains, and he directed the girls to work in an orderly manner.

Although there were many instructions given, they were not messy at all, their hands and feet were quick and efficient.

Of course, Li Guanhai still has to complete the main steps himself, such as mixing the noodles, resting them, cutting them into sections, then twisting them into twists, and finally frying them in the pot.

The pretty maids gathered around him, but their attention was not on the pot at all, but on him.

A maid boldly approached him, smelling the refreshing fragrance on his body, her cheeks flushed.

"What are you doing?"

A crisp voice sounded from behind, startling the guilty maids. They jumped like little rabbits and hurriedly moved away from Li Guanhai. When they looked back, they breathed a sigh of relief.

Standing at the door of the kitchen was Yang Chan'er. Her hair was a little messy, her eyelids were not fully opened, and she looked confused as if she hadn't woken up yet. She looked a little naive.

Li Guanhai didn't look back. He knew who was coming by the sound.

"Dou Tiao, have you heard of it?"

Yang Chaner bypassed the maids and came over. Looking at the golden fried dough sticks in the oil pan, she asked in surprise: "Can you cook?"

"Of course, Brother Wei has a lot of stuff, but Brother Wei has always been low-key and won't reveal it in front of others easily."

Yang Chaner curled her lips and thought: Are you the only one who keeps a low profile? You are the one who loves to be in the limelight the most.

Li Guanhai naturally didn't know that his sensible cousin was criticizing him like this in his heart. He suddenly remembered something and ordered: "Go and cook a pot of porridge."

"Young Master, the porridge is ready." A maid responded immediately.

Yang Chan'er looked at the two yellow things in the oil pan suspiciously and asked, "Can these things be eaten?"

Li Guanhai glanced at her: "What are you talking about? You'll know after you eat it."

Yang Chan'er's face was full of distrust.