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But now, Ning Chen has destroyed it all.

He was so depressed he almost vomited blood.

Who would have thought that a direct disciple of Maoshan would actually know foreign languages?!

This directly exposed his lies to Father Wu.

At the same time, his actions tonight made him resemble a clown jumping around.

"Junior Uncle, this roast duck is delicious!"

Ah Xing was holding a duck leg, his mouth covered in oil from eating it.

Annie picked up a spring pancake and chose two slices of tender roast duck meat.

Dip it in the sauce, add shredded green onions, carefully roll it up, and place it on Ning Chen's plate.

"Master Ning, please have a taste as well."

Watching Ning Chen eat the roast duck that the beauty had personally rolled up, Ye Guang almost gritted his teeth to pieces.

"The chef hasn't left yet, and the dishes can be served at any time."

The restaurant owner chuckled, completely oblivious to Ye Guang's exasperated expression.

"Tonight is Young Master Ye's treat, please enjoy yourselves and have a good time."

As Ye Guang's lies were exposed, the atmosphere at the banquet plummeted to freezing point.

Ning Chen ignored all of that and simply picked up his chopsticks and started eating.

He ate with lightning speed, while Annie poured him tea and wine, like a dutiful little wife.

Ning Chen gently tightened his hand hidden under the table, causing Annie to tremble and let out a soft cry.

Ye Guang immediately realized that the two of them were playing some shameful game under the table.

He clenched his teeth so tightly that his eyes were practically spitting fire.

Ning Chen didn't even glance at him, and he and his two junior disciples devoured the wine and meat on the table.

"Serve the food!"

Ah Xing shouted loudly, and the kitchen started working again, with dishes being served one after another.

Their stomachs were like bottomless pits; they ate plate after plate.

The plates were stacked on the table, like a high wall.

Before leaving, he also packed a roast duck for Uncle Jiu.

The banquet lasted for more than an hour.

Watching Ning Chen and his two companions leave, having finished their meal and drinks,

Then I looked at the mountain of plates.

Ye Guang felt a surge of frustration, as if he had swallowed a fly.

"Uncle An, how much?"

He took out his wallet and asked.

"8154 yuan. Young Master Ye is a regular customer, so 8000 yuan will suffice," Boss An said with a smile.

"How many?!"

Ye Guang's eyes widened, and he suddenly felt that he had worked for nothing all year.

……

On the way back, Ning Chen sent A Xing and Xiao Yue away.

He returned to the restaurant, holding the snake talisman, and left without a sound.

Go up to the second floor, into a luxurious room.

Under Ning Chen's guidance, Annie learned many new tricks.

The small embroidered bed creaked and groaned all night.

Holding the soundly sleeping Annie in his arms, Ning Chen suddenly felt a strange sensation in his heart.

Puzzled, Ning Chen quietly went outside and flew into the sky.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he began to calculate the source of this feeling.

A moment later, Ning Chen suddenly opened his eyes:

"Tai Chi Yin-Yang Sealing Talisman?"

That night, he encountered the red-clad ghost king Zhong Qingling at the Ren residence.

In their battle,

Ning Chen once took out a Taiji Yin-Yang Sealing Talisman to seal the pitch-black ghost fire spewing from her mouth.

If this current sensation truly originates from the Taiji Yin-Yang Sealing Talisman,

That must mean Zhong Qingling is in trouble.

After all, he had two casual relationships, and he had also invested in other businesses.

It left its own unique mark on her.

Now that Zhong Qingling is in trouble, Ning Chen certainly won't sit idly by.

"White Fish Ditch".

Ning Chen calculated again with his fingers, and finally a place name popped into his mind.

Without any hesitation, he used the snake talisman to conceal his form and rode away on a cloud.

The closer one gets to Baiyugou, the more one can feel the immense, malevolent aura emanating from Zhong Qingling.

Whether it was Li Xiaohong, whom we had seen before, or Dong Xiaoyu, whom we kept at home.

They are all far inferior to Zhong Qingling.

If a comparison must be made, Li Xiaohong is like a lowly pawn among ghosts.

Dong Xiaoyu is now like a ghost general, while Zhong Qingling is the queen among ghosts!

"Hmm? There are even fluctuations of Taoist magic, and they're not weak."

Ning Chen sensed the collision between the Taoist magic and the Yin energy in the air, so he quickened his pace.

When it fell into Baiyugou,

Ning Chen only saw Zhong Qingling surrounded by nine figures.

The radiance of her red dress had dimmed considerably, clearly indicating that she had suffered some injuries.

The nine people surrounding him were all dressed in Taoist robes.

"You wretched child, surrender now, and your master will not harm you!"

The leader was a fat Taoist priest, whose peach wood sword gleamed with a flame-like luster.

"dream!"

Zhong Qingling's pretty face was icy cold, and her red dress was as ethereal as smoke, enveloping the entire Baiyugou.

A blood-red domain opened up, and the surrounding Taoist priests looked horrified.

The wailing of a ghostly spirit reached my ears, the sound piercing.

If a living person hears this, they will immediately experience a splitting headache and find it unbearable.

"It was that move..."

Ning Chen watched silently; Zhong Qingling had used this trick on him before.

It had no effect and was neutralized by the Bitter Sea Breaking Evil Sound.

But how could the nine Taoist priests present compare to Ning Chen?

In an instant, I felt as if a fire cone was piercing my head, and the pain was unbearable.

"Hold your sword to meet the enemy, and break the evil sword formation!"

The fat Taoist priest took out a talisman and stuck it on his body.

Then he shouted loudly, and the other Taoists all held their swords horizontally in front of them, the peach wood swords emitting a fiery red light.

The peach wood sword flew into the sky, its tip pointing directly at Zhong Qingling.

The peach wood sword danced in the air, and a sword formation slowly took shape.

"Ah."

Zhong Qingling sneered, her red sleeves fluttering wildly, and a scarlet aura condensed in the air into a blood-red petal.

As the petals coalesced, Zhong Qingling swayed, and her red dress dimmed considerably.

Crimson petals clashed with the peach wood sword array.

Like a devastating blow, the sword formation shattered instantly, and the peach wood swords broke and fell to the ground.