Chapter 155 Master, you are finally back!
As he introduced the dishes one by one, such as simmering marrow and boiling liver, the people serving beside him were terrified, and Emperor Qing frowned even more.

If you put your chopsticks on the dragon's body, you are actually eating it!

Fan Xian even used silver chopsticks to put the food on Emperor Qing's plate.

Using silver chopsticks indicated that the food was non-toxic and could be eaten with confidence, and Fan Xian would not use poison to murder him.

Emperor Qing is no longer a grandmaster now, and ordinary poison may kill him.

So he lived in fear every day, without any support, even more helpless than when he was the crown prince, fearing that he would die one day.

Emperor Qing is just a toy in Fan Xian's hands. He can play with him however he wants, and can squeeze him as hard or as soft as he wants, just make him behave himself.

Every detail is challenging Emperor Qing's limits, and every word is like a verbal sniper, piercing Emperor Qing's heart.

Every time a dish was introduced, Fan Xian would stare at Emperor Qing as he ate it, wanting to see how he would react, but unfortunately, the retired emperor remained expressionless.

Keep pressing!
Emperor Qing ate the precious meal prepared by the dragon, but he didn't find it delicious at all. It was like chewing wax. He felt mixed emotions in his heart, but most of it was heartache!
At this moment, he couldn't help but think of Ye Qingmei's kindness. If Qingmei were still alive, would he be able to enjoy family happiness, with his children and grandchildren surrounding him, have a name in history, and have a good end?
If Fan Xian knew what Emperor Qing was thinking, he would definitely sneer at him. Now he regrets it, but what did he do before?

At the end of the meal, Emperor Qing couldn't help but look at Fan Xian with resentment: You really are my eldest son!
"Why, is this dish not to your liking? How about I ask them to go back and redo it? Anyway, there is still a lot of dragon meat left."

"enough!"

Fan Xian put down his cup and chopsticks, and deliberately closed his eyes, pretending not to hear or see: "What did the emperor say? Haven't you eaten enough?"

"I've said enough!"

The pent-up anger of Emperor Qing finally erupted. He slammed the wine glass down with force, overturning the table. In an instant, the cups and plates fell to the ground, creating a mess.

The guards outside heard the noise and went into the hall to check, but before they had taken three steps inside, they heard a roar.

"Get out!"

The guards acted as if they hadn't heard anything about this. After seeing that Fan Xian was fine and personally signaling them to go out, they slowly retreated back.

Seeing this scene, Emperor Qing couldn't help but become more angry. It had only been a few years, and he, the dignified Emperor Qing, had already lost all his dignity. Even if he could escape, what would it matter?

No court official could help him restore the throne. Those who were loyal to him had probably been regarded as dissidents and eliminated completely in the past few years.

People are gone, things are no longer the same, and his plan is doomed to be in vain.

Fan Xian is cruel, not only does he kill people, he also destroys their hearts!

In response to Emperor Qing's outburst, Fan Xian smiled slightly and bowed to take his leave: "Your Majesty, please enjoy your meal. This is all out of my filial piety. Please... don't waste it!"

"Hahaha!"

Afterwards, he closed the hall, looked up to the sky and laughed, then walked out.

"Li Chengxian!!!"

.........

Early the next morning.

Fan Xian arrived at the Fan Mansion.

Fan Ruoruo had a rouge mark between her eyebrows, and was wearing a white tiger fur coat. She was holding a fox-like beast, kneeling in front of the table, with a wave in her eyes, and asked playfully:

"I heard from Dad that you were very angry?"

"Hey, how come you know everything?"

Fan Xian waved his hand and said indifferently.

Then he sat opposite her and picked up a piece of cake on the table and started eating.

"I heard that you specially prepared a dragon banquet for the emperor last night. Are you not full?"

"That meal was so complicated, I wonder how much thought went into it. If I was full, why would I come to you so early in the morning to ask for money?"

Fan Xian spoke incoherently with his mouth full of pastries, and his attention was now shifted to Fan Ruoruo.

"Is this white tiger fur the one that Master gave you?"

Fan Ruoruo nodded gently, and uttered a sound as soft as a mosquito, and caressed the fur under her body with great care. Her jade fingers brushed across it, and she felt that it was soft and smooth, as delicate and warm as running water.

The surface is as white as snow, and the material has been processed with a special process, making each hair as smooth as silk, but also very tough.

The patterns on it are clear, with black lines alternating with white wool, just like undulating mountains and rolling clouds. In the morning light, it flashes with a faint golden light, and has the effect of protecting against cold and heat.

Fan Xian seemed to have noticed something and couldn't help asking, "Sister, are you...remindful of someone by the sight of something?"

"Brother, you're so annoying!"

Fan Ruoruo cried out softly, and her cheeks turned visibly red and became hot, just like the first blush of snow-white peach blossoms.

She looked at the snow-white ball still sleeping in her arms, then threw it to Fan Xian and ran away.

"Eh?"

"Don't you want to ride on the yellow?"

Fan Xian called out from behind, but Fan Ruoruo ran even faster.

He looked at the snow-white ball that Fan Ruoruo had thrown over to him, only to see that it was still sleeping soundly. It was the size of a fox and completely snow-white.

The fur on its back is a light golden color, looking like golden stars in the sun. Two white jade dragon horns also grow from its back, making it look very petite and cute.

The little thing was holding a blue bead in its arms, holding it tightly and not letting go.

This is a strange beast riding on yellow, it is a beast of good fortune!
The Classic of Mountains and Seas, Overseas Western Classic, states: "The country of the white people is to the north of the dragon fish. They have white bodies and long hair. There is a yellow horse that looks like a fox with a horn on its back. If you ride it, you can live for 2,000 years."

The ancients said that the one who received the mandate was a dragon and a turtle, a map came out of the river, a book came out of Luo, and a Chenghuang came out of the earth. When the Chenghuang appeared, the ruler came out. The Chenghuang here refers to this little thing.

It was also a product created by Lu Chun by chance. A lot of meteorites and stars were added to it, so it has the effect of prolonging the life of the person who holds it.

As for which world the stars came from, they were naturally drawn from the mythological world.

Don't be fooled by the small size of this little guy, but he is a veritable beast king, and his combat power is equivalent to that of a grandmaster. Lu Chun gave it to Fan Ruoruo because he thought it was cute, and also because it could be used as a shield.

The azure blue bead is the cooling bead, one of the three ancestors' eight beads. It has the effects of cooling down, relieving heat, dispersing plague and stopping epidemics. Wearing it on the body can keep you immune to all diseases.

The so-called three ancestors are emerald, emerald jade, and emerald seal; the eight beads are night-shining pearl, dust-avoiding pearl, fire-avoiding pearl, water-avoiding pearl, cool pearl, nine-bend pearl, color-fixing pearl, and wind-fixing pearl.

It was also what Lu Chun had refined using the Divine Machine Hundred Refining Method. He gave it to the person when they first met.

At this moment, the little fellow had his eyes closed, still asleep. He stepped carefully in Fan Xian's arms and felt something was wrong, a little uncomfortable.

He half-opened his sleepy eyes, shook his head to wake himself up, and looked at Fan Xian with his big, sparkling eyes.

After seeing Fan Xian's face clearly, it seemed to be frightened by his big face. In response, it scratched Fan Xian's face with one claw and then ran away.

Cheng Huang: Frog, I had a nightmare, the fox was so scared, mommy, come quickly, there is a bad guy here, he wants to kidnap the child!
"Oh my god, Cheng Huang, you little heartless bastard, how dare you lay your hands on me? Come back here!"

"Did you eat the meat I brought you earlier for nothing?"

Fan Xian covered his face and looked carefully in the mirror. It was bleeding. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "What a little fox that can never be tamed!"

Cheng Huang: Bah, I don’t think you look like a king!

Suddenly, a figure appeared behind Fan Xian, his face was blocked and only his body could be seen in the mirror.

Fan Xian sensed something was wrong and slapped his palm backwards, but the man easily blocked it.

Then the man patted Fan Xian on the shoulder, as if a mountain was pressing down on him, making it impossible for Fan Xian to even think of resisting. He could only sit quietly in the chair.

Then the man slowly moved his hand away.

That is a speed beyond perception, and the feeling of powerlessness contained in it is definitely not something that can be explained by simple strength.

After all, when the man's hand left Fan Xian's shoulder, he did not feel any discomfort, as if the other party had just placed his hand lightly on his shoulder without using any force at all.

The boundless feeling of terror is just an illusion!

Fan Xian could only think of one person who had such ability. He grinned:
"Master, you are finally back!"

(End of this chapter)