Only an hour had passed.
Three figures had appeared in "Xu Luo's" room.
However, Xu Yeming was now standing up straight and honest, his back rigid, while bowing his head and dripping with cold sweat.
"Mas...Master."
"Hoh, so you still remember that I am your master." Lu Changsheng stood with his arms crossed, his forehead covered in black lines, and yet he had a smile on his face.
But it was this smiling appearance that sent chills down Xu Yeming's spine!
His head was wrapped in heavy sweat, Brother-o-mine!
Blackie lightly said from Lu Changsheng's left: "Looks like, next time we can have Xu junior brother teach me how to cook."
Xu Yeming's body shivered.
Hong Ying, on the right side of Lu Changsheng, said cheerfully: "It's no big deal, isn't this something that we learned from the eldest senior brother anyway?"
Far away at Liu Ziru and Mu Fusheng's place, Ye Qiubai suddenly felt a surge of coldness, as if a vast malice was sweeping towards him.
