Tong Yan, who couldn't think of a reason for the moment, was quickly attracted by a table of delicious food.
There was a pile of big fish and meat in front of her, but in front of her was light food specially given to her. In her heart, she actually refused such special care.
However, Shang Xun said that eating meat and irritating food would be detrimental to the recovery of the wound, and strictly ordered her to avoid eating it.
Under normal circumstances, children's words should not be violated easily.
In desperation, she could only eat what was in front of her first. Needless to say the taste, after all, the price and popularity of Taotieju were there.
The only thing that dissatisfied her was that she couldn't eat spicy food until she wanted to.
After eating until he was half full, Tong Yan felt that his mouth was too bland, so he slowed down his chopsticks.
After a while, she seemed to think of something, raised her head and glanced at the dishes she had been craving for a long time, and then looked towards Shang Xun as unintentionally as possible.
At this moment, he was so busy chatting with others that he had no time to pay attention here.
Seeing this, Tong Yan hurriedly pushed He Zhan next to him with his elbow, acting like a secret agent, looked elsewhere and whispered to him quickly.
“The second dish opposite you is spicy chicken!”
He Zhan was stunned for a moment, looked at her and then at the dishes, and quickly understood what she meant.
He glanced at Shang Xun from the corner of his eye, picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks in a natural movement, and then placed it in Tong Yan's bowl using the blind corner of his vision.
Seeing He Zhan's clever cooperation, Tong Yan immediately gave him an appreciative look, quickly picked up the meat with chopsticks, and put the meat into his mouth.
After receiving Tong Yan's look, He Zhan couldn't help but smile. Her expression was too exaggerated, as if eating meat was such a happy thing, so she narrowed her eyes, and her concealed look was easily visible.
Having tasted the sweetness, Tong Yan couldn't help but urge He Zhan again.
She was even afraid of being discovered, so she deliberately sat back a little, hoping to use He Zhan's tall figure to block Shang Xun's sight.
I don't know if the two of them cooperated perfectly, or if Shang Xun didn't have time to pay so much attention now. One was concentrating on picking up the food, and the other was concentrating on eating. There was no one to disturb them, which was quite harmonious.
No one bothered me, it didn't mean that no one saw it, in fact many people saw it.
Xiao Lou sat next to He Zhan and was the first to notice Tong Yan's behavior, which was like a hamster stealing food.
He poked the bottom of the bowl twice with his chopsticks, thought for a while, and finally decided to pretend not to notice. Anyway, she was healed and could get out of bed and run around, so she didn't need to eat anything anymore.
As He Zhan picked up food more frequently, Huo Qizhi, who was diagonally across from him, soon discovered that the person eating was not him at all.
This overly intimate and harmonious scene made the food in his mouth suddenly tasteless for some reason.
At this time, a soft call came from the side, "Qizhi, try this, it's delicious."
Huo Qizhi withdrew his gaze to his bowl and saw Wang Jiayu's chopsticks being taken back after putting down the food.
His eyes followed up to meet his master's eyes.
"Thank you. Just eat it yourself."
Huo Qizhi said this to Wang Jiayu, but never touched the vegetables she brought over.
When Wang Jiayu saw that Huo Qizhi put the dishes he had picked aside, he bit his lip unwillingly, and the fingers holding the chopsticks hard turned white for a while.
Ji Xing and Gu Yuqi sat together, almost facing Tong Yan and He Zhan.
It was more or less unexpected for both of them to sit at a dining table with a bunch of people they didn't know or were half acquainted with.
Perhaps out of a sense of sympathy for each other, and because they were indeed somewhat interested in each other, Gu Yuqi and Ji Xing sat down and started chatting about each other.
At this moment, Ji Xing was discussing formations and other issues with Gu Yuqi. After he finished speaking, he didn't hear anyone answer for a long time, so he couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at him.
Then he saw Gu Yuqi staring at the opposite side for some reason, with something wrong on his face.
Ji Xing also looked across and saw He Zhan picking up some vegetables and putting them in Tong Yan's bowl. He was slightly startled.
Then when she saw a pile of light dishes in front of her, she understood.
Having had the experience of eating together with Tong Yan many times, Ji Xing naturally knew that she liked spicy food, so it was no wonder that she would make such secretive moves.
The taboos she had during the injury period were probably very torturous for her.
Ji Xing looked away and wanted to pick up the chopsticks to eat something, but out of the corner of his eye he saw that the wine glass beside him had not been touched and was picked up by someone.
He paused while holding the chopsticks. He seemed to remember that when he was drinking, he asked Gu Yuqi if he wanted to drink. He said that there was a game in the afternoon so he didn't drink.
Ji Xing pursed his lips slightly, a smile appeared in his eyes, and he continued to pick up the chopsticks and started eating.
Speaking of which, he also has a competition in the afternoon and needs to eat more to have the strength to fight.
A group of people were having a lively meal upstairs in the Taotie Residence, but something very small happened downstairs.
The Tianzi private room was booked, and hundreds of dishes were ordered. Nearly twenty people came in, and there were many of them, including Jin Dan and Nascent Soul.
Such a grand display can hardly help but arouse everyone's curiosity.
Which big shot is hosting friends here?
The waiter smiled and said to the monk who was asking him for information, "Of course it's senior Tong Yan from the Mosha Sect."
"After she injured her Dantian, didn't she stay in seclusion to recuperate?"
The waiter waved his hand and said, "She is the one who booked the private room. It seems that after the disaster, she wants to treat her friends from the master's sect to a dinner to celebrate."
"It's only been a few days since she was able to go out, so she wasn't injured?!"
The waiter smiled helplessly, "I don't know the private affairs of the guests. I only know that there are hundreds of dishes ordered in this private room, and the total cost is at least tens of thousands. Our shopkeeper has been laughing from ear to ear all day today."
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Someone else asked the waiter for gossip. After he finished speaking, he had no time to pay attention to this person anymore.
When the waiter finally had some free time, he went back to look for the person who asked Tong Yan if he was injured, only to find that he had already disappeared.
The waiter didn't pay attention. When he heard a customer calling him inside, he quickly responded and ran over and started working.
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A sound of banging things sounded in vain from the room, attracting many disciples of the God-killing Hall, who all looked towards the elder's room.
What followed was an earth-shattering curse, "It's too much!"
Shang Xun actually used the one million he lost to go to a restaurant to have a banquet, and the spiritual stone he sold by selling iron became a meal for others!
Zhao Xianji originally wanted to ambush them on the road and snatch the money back after the competition, but now he learned that they had used it. How could he not be angry?
"Ah!!" Zhao Xianji couldn't help but roared angrily, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood in anger.
Blood spray sprayed in the air, and after the blood stuck to his mouth, his whole face looked particularly terrifying. His already red eyes were even redder now, and his gloomy eyes were filled with overwhelming murderous intent.
"Shang Xun! Tong Yan! Don't even think about running away! You all have to die!!"
The word "death" resounded through the sky.
Even if he didn't have to report to his subordinates, Shang Xun, who was standing by the window of the box, could imagine how angry Zhao Xianji must be at this moment.
After drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, his moist lips curved into a perfect arc.
Zhao Xianji, killing your disciples is the first step, taking their money and angering you is the second step.