Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 312 - 20: Surging (22)_3

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"Without someone like you around, wouldn’t it be even more boring..."

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About ten miles away.

Wang Anfeng leaned against the creaking branches of a withered tree, lifted his mask, took out an elixir from his waist, and swallowed it. His normally gentle complexion had already turned as pale as paper.

He had just crossed hands with Zhao Zhengyong and was already bearing not-so-light injuries. But beyond these injuries, what Zhao Zhengyong had mentioned—a power that had infiltrated Fufeng County’s jianghu thirty years ago—was even more concerning to him.

White Tiger Hall?

Or possibly Four Symbols Pavilion...

The young man closed his eyes and slowly stood up.

Raising his right hand, the Buddha Beads faintly glimmered. He opened his mouth calmly and said,

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"Gongsun..."

In North Martial State City, Gongsun Jing, who was meditating, recognized the unaltered voice of the youth, realizing that it was the direct descendant of the hall master and the leader in green he had met years ago. His eyes suddenly opened wide, and despite the great distance, he did not dare to be negligent. He saluted with a fist and said with a deep voice,

"Young Master..."

After a few moments of silence, Wang Anfeng’s voice came through from the other side.

"Are you interested..."

"In taking over the jianghu of Xi Dingzhou?"

Gongsun Jing was taken aback for a moment. Then, fire blazed in his eyes. The Cloud Swallowing Spear wielder, Gongsun Jing, strode forward, his eyes and brows spirited as he walked to the middle of the training field.

Only here did the Ironclad Guards, trained in the style of Great Qin’s Iron Cavalry, assemble—three hundred men, all riding fast horses, wearing heavy armor, wielding spears and powerful crossbows. Among them, the officers were all comrades-in-arms of Gongsun Jing from the battles in the Western Regions, veterans of war, their killing intent formidable and otherworldly.

Giant Whale Gang...

Enters the game.

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After notifying the Giant Whale Gang, Wang Anfeng changed his clothes, brought back some food and pushed open the door to return home. He saw Tan Yurou, who had finished dressing up, standing quietly. Although she looked as delicate as a freshly bloomed lotus, in Wang Anfeng’s eyes she was as daunting as a tiger. The young man’s steps faltered slightly, and he felt an impulse to turn and run away, even a headache.

He had forgotten.

It was no longer the case that if he were full, his entire family was not hungry—he also had to cook for this young lady.

Tan Yurou watched Wang Anfeng return and pursed her lips. The youth walked slowly against the morning light, reminding her of a dream she had when she was little.

"Mother, how did you and father meet back then?"

"He? Back then he was a rascal, teasing anyone he saw. Your mother gave him a down-to-earth beating, and afterward, he became mother’s shadow..."

"So, father, how did you manage to pursue mother?"

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The young man seemed reluctant to answer, but was glared at by the young woman and replied with a bitter smile,

"Ah, I did everything. Your mother liked southern cuisine, so I learned how to make it, she liked tea, so I brewed it, she loved the sound of the qin, so I played music for her..."

The three or four-year-old little girl widened her eyes and exclaimed,

"Yurou understands! Loving someone means cooking, brewing tea, and playing music..."

The young man was briefly stunned, then burst out laughing and said,

"That’s right, indeed, haha, so what kind of person does Yurou want to find?"

The little girl with her doll-like beauty spread her arms wide, her brown eyes large and clear in the sunlight, as though they were reflecting the light and shadows of the sky on the surface of a lake, and she proclaimed loudly to the sky,

"A hero, a great hero!"

"A true and upright great hero!"

The young woman’s light laughter mixed with the young man’s hearty laughter, fading into a memory from the distant past. The young lady bit her lip, watching the somewhat reluctant youth ambling toward her.

With each additional word she said,

the more the young man in front of her would dislike her.

And the more Wang Anfeng detested her, the less likely he would protect her after four days.

The more danger she would be in.

And the safer the young hero would be.

So she pursed her lips and bowed to the young man bathed in the morning light.

A blush appeared on her face, and with a soft and tender voice, she said,

"Young Master."

"Yurou is hungry..."

PS: The second update...

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