LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
68.EMPEROR'S ENVOY.
The fat man was a good man and would not let emotions cover his judgment, slaughtering innocents on the left and right.
“Do as I say, now!” Tan Wen Hong raised his voice.
“Wait!”
Tan Yunchang shouted, struggling out of Tan Wen Hong's embrace and speaking with a stern face.
“Captain Pang, tell him to wait a while to make myself neat.”
“Understood!”
Captain Pang bowed and quietly rejoiced.
Thankfully, Young Miss woke up or who knew how much trouble the arrangement of Tan Wen Hong's brother would cause.
But this Steward Tan Wen Hong was truly fearless. If I follow his words, I will die of fear.
Captain Pang shook his head and left.
Tan Wen Hong watched Tan Yunchang skeptically.
How did he suddenly regain consciousness?
Tan Yunchang rolled his eyes, “Why are you so careless? Is the Imperial family someone you can hurt?”
To avoid him noticing anything, Tan Yunchang rushed off.
Tan Wen Hong was left to walk alone into the living room, with doubt in his heart.
He met the man carrying the seal, a peak Qi Condensation cultivator. He was one of Fatty's stretcher porters.
“Are you Stewardess Tan Wen Hong? My master invited you and Young missed Tan to speak.”
The envoy cupped his hands, but his arrogant demeanor never left him.
And whether intentionally or not, the Imperial Golden Seal flashed across his waist.
Perhaps he was afraid they would think he was someone other than the Imperial family guards.
Tan Wen Hong snorted,
You still gently think you can fake your arrogance around me.
When I pretend, you're still like an egg in your mother's stomach.
The messenger's eyes swelled with anger.
“Has the fat wound healed?” Tan Wen Hong asked in passing.
Fat guy? The man was dumbfounded.
Then he realized that Tan Wen Hong called his master fat.
But the number of people in this world who dared to call him was less than ten.
Then he and his master were…
His heart started beating a mile a minute and arrogance was gone from his eyes, “My master didn't mention any injuries when he came back last night.”
“Is that so?”
Tan Wen Hong raised his eyebrows, then laughed, “He must have thought of his image. I punched him thirty times yesterday and kicked him a dozen more times. There's no way she's okay.”
“Didn't you think so too? That fat guy must be pretending so you guys don't laugh at him, ha-ha-ha..”
Tan Wen Hong furrowed his brows at the man.
The messenger's lips twitched, unable to answer. But he remains ashamed.
“True, was Fang Qiubai's old goat still angry after he arrived?” Tan Wen Hong looked at him for a long time this time.
But the envoy only shook his head.
Fang Qiubai came back with his master yesterday and only then did they find out about Fang Qiubai's arrival.
Since Tan Wen Hong knew of this before them, it showed how close he was to his master.
At this point, the envoy hid the seal in his pants.
It worked well to scare some people, but it was best not to embarrass himself in front of a young master like Tan Wen Hong.
“Big!”
Seeing the messenger shake his head, Tan Wen Hong rejoiced, “Maybe you don't know, but the old goat wanted to make me a disciple.
If it wasn't for my determination and I'd rather die than kneel, the old goat would have taken me away by now.