On this day, Zhen Haowei, whose wounds were healing, was cooking when he saw a flustered Tuanzi rush in.
"Seventh senior brother, help!"
He arranged the freshly made chilled pastries, "What’s wrong?"
Tuanzi was so anxious that she stomped her feet, "Ninth senior brother was telling a story, but then he got influenced by so sloth lineage again. Make him sothing to eat. While making it, just think about facing your inner self or do it quickly, quickly, quickly!"
Yu Weixiao had been venturing in the ga for a long ti, and had almost lost count of the instances he had cleared.
Tuanzi was very curious about that world, often pestering him to tell stories during his visits.
Thrilling and exciting, every ti she narrowly escaped death, more captivating than the stories written by Cousin Wen Li.
Tuanzi didn’t even realize this was called a sense of imrsion; she almost treated the ninth senior brother as a story-on-demand machine.
Now that the story machine had jamd, it needed the seventh senior brother’s food to fix it!
If it were in the past, Zhen Haowei would have agreed without hesitation, but now there was a hint of hesitation on his face.
"Seventh senior brother, you don’t an to say..."
Tuanzi said in horror, "Your cooking has reached another extre, hasn’t it?"
Her little eyes drifted to the freshly made chilled pastries. There were strawberry-flavored, mango-flavored, and chocolate-flavored ones. They were shaped like flowers and looked beautiful.
She could already sll the aroma through the skin and had long wanted to grab a piece.
"Try it." Zhen Haowei didn’t answer directly.
Tuanzi was doubtful and uncertain, looked at his sincere face, and then at the chilled pastries, "Miaomiao will let ninth senior brother try them then."
Zhen Haowei didn’t stop her and watched her carry the pastries out.
Yu Weixiao, caught off guard, ate a piece and then, under Tuanzi’s nervous gaze, fell unconscious, unable to wake.
"Ninth senior brother, wake up!"
She pushed him, hearing footsteps, and turned around, "Seventh senior brother, ninth senior brother has fainted!"
"I know."
Zhen Haowei sighed, "Yesterday, I realized my skills had improved to another level, and my cooking reached another extre. The color and aroma remain, but not only is it unpalatable, it can also knock out ordinary people."
Tuanzi had a face full of terror.
[Ancient Martial System: Isn’t this putting the cart before the horse? When it’s inedible, the effect is good, but if people pass out, how can they eat or be treated?]
Tuanzi thought the sa and even asked aloud.
"At most, he’ll be unconscious for five minutes before waking up," Zhen Haowei smiled innocently, "Once he wakes, he can continue eating. With my improved skills, perhaps these pastries can help him resolve the influence of the sloth lineage sooner."
Yu Weixiao happened to wake up.
It was ti for a quick outfit change, and he reverted to his male appearance. His features were both sharp and striking; no wonder he beca a stunning beauty when dressed as a woman.
"Eat... I... eat."
He slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grab another pastry.
That speed made Tuanzi anxious.
She directly took a piece and shoved it into Yu Weixiao’s mouth.
Yu Weixiao chewed slowly, after swallowing, his head tilted, and he passed out again.
Tuanzi: "..."
Tuanzi took half an hour to help ninth senior brother finish the plate of pastries.
Before Yu Weixiao could wake up, she rushed outside with a small wooden sword to practice.
[Ancient Martial System: What’s with you? Silent and speechless?]
Tuanzi nervously swung her small wooden sword.
[Miaomiao: It’s not that, when ninth senior brother keeps fainting, Miaomiao feels like she’s poisoning him; Miaomiao is a righteous little heroine, how can she poison others?]
The system recalled the scene just now and, if it weren’t inford, it might have really thought the host had attacked the ninth senior brother.
[Ancient Martial System: From now on, leave this task to the second senior brother.]
Tuanzi nodded repeatedly.
The second senior brother’s temperant seed very suited for this task.
She practiced a set of swordsmanship with vigor, suddenly hearing the system say.
[Ancient Martial System: Your reputation value is already over 990 million, be prepared.]
She didn’t react at first.
[Ancient Martial System: Once it reaches one billion, we’ll be able to trace your parents and bring them back. I’ve already submitted the application for this, so as soon as it hits one billion, headquarters will take action; the wait won’t be long.]
Because the application to help the seventh senior brother get household registration was rejected, the system felt guilty, so it had prioritized this matter early on.
As for switching the host’s wish to have the master cross over once a martial arts master reaches level 100, it had also prepared the application, though it couldn’t guarantee success.
The system rambled on, noticing a lack of response from the host, and called out several tis.
"Ahhh!"
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