"My ideal is to be a cook."

"..."

Mr. Li was completely confused.

It would be fine if you were a mortal, but as a monk... you can still have such a weird ideal?

"Senior brother."

Gu Han shook his head.

"He doesn't seem to understand your ideals."

"He doesn't understand."

Zuo Yang glanced at him.

"You understand?"

Gu Han touched his nose and stopped talking.

I don’t even understand!

"Is there anything else?"

Zuo Yang glanced at Mr. Li again.

"No more, no more."

Mr. Li shook his head subconsciously, and with confusion and doubts in his mind, he returned to the chariot and explained in a low voice to everyone.

"It turns out to be Saint Zuo."

After a while.

The woman's voice sounded again, less condescending than before.

"My little daughter, Zhao Mengyou, comes from Tiansheng Palace. She has been rude a lot in the past. I hope Saint Zuo won't take offense to her."

Below the words.

It already means making friends.

Zuoyang's words.

She didn't believe it.

To say the least, even if Zuo Yang really did not become the Holy Son but became a cook, he must still be connected with the forces behind him!

This kind of person.

Even if you can't make friends, you can't offend him.

Gu Han felt.

This woman is a bit silly.

There is a Holy Son on the left and a Holy Son on the right. They don’t look at Zuo Yang’s face at all.

"First."

Zuo Yang seemed to think of those experiences of escaping and being caught again, and his tone was a bit cold.

"I don't like people calling me Holy Son, just call me by my name."

"second."

"If you're sorry."

He pointed at Zhang Kun.

"Let him apologize to my junior brother."

"you!"

Zhang Kun's face turned red.

"That's too much!"

"Apologize."

Zhao Mengyou said calmly, "You were the first to do this."

"yes!"

Even if I feel unwilling to do so.

But Zhang Kun didn't seem to dare to disobey her.

"just……"

His face was livid, and he symbolically cupped his hand to Gu Han.

"I'm sorry!"

Gu Han ignored him.

This apology was obviously very perfunctory and completely without sincerity.

and.

He felt that Zhao Mengyou was a bit scheming.

If Mr. Li hadn't happened to recognize Zuo Yang's identity today, I'm afraid the situation would have been completely reversed.

Seeing Gu Han like this.

Zhang Kun's face turned even darker.

"kindness?"

suddenly.

Mr. Li looked up at the sky and frowned.

"Goddess, it seems that the news has leaked, and all those families are here!"

between venues.

He has the highest level of cultivation.

Naturally, he was the first to notice something strange.

"It doesn't matter."

Zhao Mengyou's tone was calm.

"Such a change has occurred in Xuandan Pavilion. It is still unknown whether we can enter. Even if we can enter, everyone can just rely on their own methods. This is not the first time this has happened."

"yes!"

Mr. Li bowed again and stopped talking.

"Senior brother."

Gu Han's heart moved when he heard this.

"These people seem to be very familiar with this place, Xuandan Pavilion? Have you heard of it?"

"No."

Zuo Yang shook his head.

"You know, I don't care about that."

Xuandan Pavilion's reputation was limited to the territory of Donghuang. Compared with Dao Zhong, it was far behind, so naturally he didn't understand it.

"broken."

Murong Yan was a little worried.

"So many people came..."

"It doesn't matter."

Gu Han smiled.

"Didn't the goddess say that everyone should use their own methods!"

Also at this time.

Gu Han suddenly felt two eyes falling on him.

I sneered in my heart.

His mind swept unceremoniously into the curtain.

She is dressed in purple, has a graceful figure, her face is covered with gauze, and her temperament is cool and elegant. In her eyes like autumn eyes, there is a bit of surprise and a bit of anger, as if she didn't expect that Gu Han would dare to peek at her so blatantly.

"Master."

Ah Sha bit his lip.

"Are you peeking at others?"
To be continued...