Chapter 1099
A Small Gathering
Wang Sanpang is still as fat as ever, but at this moment he is struggling with a braised pork knuckle and has no time to pay attention to anything else.
The candlelight flickered, and the aroma of wine filled the air.
This small table seemed to bring back the carefree days of Bocheng.
Zhou Min suddenly said softly.
"If only... if Bocheng were still here."
The table was completely silent.
She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking and quickly waved her hand.
"That's not what I meant. I meant that we can still be together. Ugh, I'm bad with words, I don't know how to express myself."
“We all understand.”
He Yu held her hand, her voice gentle.
Zhou Min lowered her head, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
Bocheng, the home I can never return to.
It is a scar in the hearts of all of them that will never heal.
Mo Fan put down the wine jar, unusually serious.
"Bo City is gone, but the people are still here. For those who are alive, living well is the best consolation."
Zhang Xiaohou nodded and said earnestly.
"Mo Fan is right. We are still young and have a long road ahead. In the future, we will always have a new home."
A new home.
Zhou Min pondered these three words, looked up and smiled, but her eyes glistened with tears.
Mu Bai nodded silently, without saying anything.
Just then, footsteps came from the stairwell.
The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, as leisurely as if one were taking a stroll in one's own backyard.
Mo Fan subconsciously looked up, and then—
He froze completely.
Zhang Xiaohou followed his gaze and froze.
He Yu was also stunned.
Mu Bai frowned and looked in the direction they were looking.
He saw a person.
The man was tall and slender, with calm and composed features. His dark robes blended almost seamlessly with the night scene of the ancient capital.
He was followed by two women, both extremely beautiful, but with a cold and aloof demeanor, standing on his left and right.
Mu Bai's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Professor Fu Ye?!"
The name struck him like a heavy hammer blow to the heart.
Memories of Tianlan Magic High School flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern.
It's not that he hasn't seen strong people before.
But Fu Ye gave him a feeling that was different from anyone else.
Zhou Min also recognized him.
She paused for a moment, then stood up, her voice tinged with uncertainty.
"Teacher Fu Ye?"
Fu Ye's gaze fell on her face, and he nodded slightly.
"Zhou Min. Long time no see."
Zhou Min's eyes suddenly reddened.
She never imagined that Fu Ye would remember her name.
During the disaster in Bocheng, Fu Ye appeared like a divine warrior, saving countless people.
She was just one of the rescued, lost in the vast sea of people, insignificant.
She thought Fu Ye didn't remember her at all.
She murmured, “Teacher Fu Ye,” but it all came down to just one sentence.
"What brings you to the ancient capital?"
Fu Ye did not answer, but looked at Mo Fan.
Mo Fan jolted awake from his petrified state, immediately stood up, and almost instinctively straightened his back.
He didn't know why he was so nervous.
But every time he faced this person, he couldn't help but tense up every nerve.
"Teacher Fu Ye," Mo Fan greeted him dryly, his voice trembling.
Zhang Xiaohou stood up and bowed respectfully. "Teacher Fu Ye!"
He Yu also stood up and bowed deeply.
Mu Bai's pupils contracted almost imperceptibly.
They all instinctively stood up, wanting to greet Fu Ye's arrival.
Zhao Kunsan and Wang Sanpang looked at each other, completely confused. But seeing that Mo Fan and Zhang Xiaohou were so respectful, they quickly put down their chopsticks, stood up, and bowed in bewilderment.
For a moment, everyone at the table was standing. Fu Ye's gaze slowly swept over everyone.
He lingered on Mu Bai for a moment longer.
Mu Bai didn't look up, but he could feel the weight of that gaze.
It wasn't scrutiny, but it made my heart tighten more than any kind of pressure.
"sit down."
Fu Ye said calmly.
"No need for formalities."
But no one dared to move.
Fu Ye raised an eyebrow slightly.
"Shall I offer you a seat?"
Everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they sat back down in unison, their movements so synchronized that it seemed as if they had rehearsed.
Mo Fan reacted the fastest, immediately pulling out the chair next to him.
"Professor Fu Ye, please sit here!"
Fu Ye glanced at him but said nothing.
Liu Xian and Liu Ru did not sit, but stood quietly behind Fu Ye.
They wore well-tailored black dresses with thin belts at the waist, and their long hair was styled in simple buns.
They look nine-tenths alike, but their temperaments are slightly different.
One has gentler features, the other has a more aloof and glamorous appearance.
Zhou Min couldn't help but glance at them a few more times, then asked softly, "Teacher Fu Ye, who are these two?"
"Liu Xian, Liu Ru."
Fu Ye's words were concise and to the point.
"My personal maid."
Maid.
Zhou Min's heart skipped a beat.
A woman with such temperament and appearance would be a cherished princess in any noble family, but to Fu Ye, she is merely a "maid".
She dared not ask any further questions, and only respectfully greeted him.
"Miss Liu Xian, Miss Liu Ru."
Liu Xian and the other person nodded slightly in response.
Mo Fan watched from the side, keeping his mouth tightly shut, not daring to utter a single word.
maid?
He had personally witnessed Liu Ru tear the giant corpse general apart with her bare hands.
How could an ordinary maid have such strength?
But he dared not say anything. He would rather die than say anything.
He simply picked up his glass silently, pretending not to know anything, and took a big gulp.
Zhang Xiaohou noticed Mo Fan's unusual behavior and looked at him questioningly.
Mo Fan frantically winked, his face clearly conveying his meaning.
"Don't ask, the answer is death."
Zhang Xiaohou wisely withdrew his gaze.
He Yu cleared her throat, taking the initiative to break the slightly tense atmosphere.
"We are so grateful to Teacher Fu Ye for helping Xiao Hou return safely this time. He not only healed his injuries but also helped him regain his memory. We really don't know how to repay this kindness."
Zhou Min's eyes widened in surprise.
She only knew that Zhang Xiaohou had gone missing and had been found by He Yu and Mo Fan, but she didn't know that Fu Ye was also involved.
And he healed Zhang Xiaohou's injuries? What kind of injuries had Zhang Xiaohou suffered? She had no idea.
Mu Bai was also slightly moved.
He carefully examined Zhang Xiaohou's face, and indeed, the scar that was rumored to be disfiguring had not left a trace.
This is Fu Ye.
He confirmed this fact once again.
Fu Ye didn't seem to react much to these words of gratitude.
"Just doing it on the spur of the moment."
Another casual action?
Mo Fan mentally ranted and complained.
You're doing this way too casually! You casually treated a disfigured and severely injured person, and casually saved more than seventy people. You're doing this as casually as eating and drinking!
But he only dared to put on a smile.
Zhao Kunsan and Wang Sanpang were still clueless, but they had learned to nod and smile along with the others, pretending that they knew everything.
Wang Sanpang even took the time to stuff a piece of braised pork into his mouth.
He Yu, the organizer of this small gathering, was quick-witted. She glanced at the empty table in front of Fu Ye and tentatively asked, "Mr. Fu, have you had dinner yet? How about we grab something to eat together?"
Fu Ye glanced at her.
He Yu's heart tightened, thinking that she had offended someone.
"Okay." (End of Chapter)