"You...didn't go back to the Royal Academy with the other students?" Zhan Ye was stiff for a long time before such words came out of his mouth.
Fengling turned away her eyes and said lukewarmly, "This has nothing to do with you."
Zhan Ye was a little embarrassed, and he scratched his hair irritably.
"Um, I'm sorry about what happened on the day of the game, I didn't know..."
Before Zhan Ye finished speaking, Fengling had already smashed the food in her hand into Zhan Ye's face.
The greasy food slid down Zhan Ye's handsome face, staining his brand new clothes, but there was no anger on Zhan Ye's face, but more of an apology.
"You don't know anything, and you won't say anything, otherwise..." Fengling squinted her eyes and looked at the battlefield, her clenched fists making a crisp sound.
Zhan Ye swallowed his saliva and nodded stiffly.
Fengling glared at Zhan Ye in annoyance, immediately turned around and walked out of the hotel.
"I'm angry." A playful voice suddenly sounded from above the stairs.
Zhan Ye looked up in surprise and saw Shen Yanxiao patting himself on the railing, looking at Zhan Ye with a smile on his face.
Zhan Ye's face suddenly turned red.
"Boss!"
"It's such a pity that the clean clothes are so dirty." Shen Yanxiao blinked, looking at the embarrassed Zhan Ye, and unscrupulously teased his naughty child.
Zhan Ye's expression turned out to be even more embarrassing.
"It's my fault. He should be like this..." Zhanye lowered his head and silently wiped the oil from his face with his sleeves.
"The student from the Royal Academy has left long ago, but he is still here, Zhan Ye, don't you think it's strange?" Shen Yanxiao rested his chin on one hand, not intending to end this interesting conversation so quickly.
"Uh..." Zhanye didn't know how to respond for a moment.
"Battlefield."
"Here!" Zhan Ye was shocked and stood up straight.
"What do you think of that guy named Fengling?" Shen Yanxiao asked.
Zhan Ye opened his mouth, held it in for a long time and then said: "He is very good and very talented. If it is a real one-on-one fight, I may not be his opponent."
On the day of the competition, among the Royal Academy, only Fengling had retained a certain degree of combat effectiveness. In order to rescue his companions, he was besieged by the Chi Yan team. By the time the battlefield faced him, he was already very exhausted.
To be fair, Zhan Ye felt that his victory was not glorious.
"He has a strong death aura and has achieved certain achievements in physical skills. Your words are very objective. He is a little stronger than you." Shen Yanxiao didn't care at all that he was praising "other people's children."
"Yes." Zhan Ye nodded.
Shen Yanxiao smiled slightly, "If you have the opportunity to make him your companion, do you think it would be a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Ah?" Zhan Ye was a little dumbfounded. He didn't understand why Shen Yanxiao said that.
Shen Yanxiao shrugged, "It's okay, just change your clothes first."
Zhan Ye was a little confused by Shen Yanxiao, but the greasiness on his body made him very uncomfortable. He could only run back and change clothes obediently.
Shen Yanxiao looked at the back of Zhan Ye as he left, and then at the direction in which Fengling was leaving. The evil little fire in his eyes kept dancing.
One day later, Kel sent word from his men that the Ancestor of the Undead invited all members of the Red Flame Team and their mentor Shen Yanxiao to the palace for dinner.