Chapter 459
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Hell's Lord put on his mask and left the Feng Residence . Gray Wolf and Shadow One tagged along behind him . Whereas Feng Jiu was followed by only Leng Hua since Leng Shuang stayed at the Residence . Many people came out to the street . Attracted by his outstanding temperament, a number of women on the street continuously cast flirtatious glances at him .
However, some people also recognized that the masked Hell's Lord was the one who killed the Nascent Soul Old Monster in front of the Feng Residence's gate that day . They didn't dare to get too close to him and only looked at him from afar while talking about him in a low voice .
Feng Jiu didn't pay any attention to all the staring from the city's commoners . She smilingly asked Hell's Lord who walked at her side, "This city has a pretty good porridge restaurant . Why don't we go to eat there and then take a stroll?"
Hearing this, Hell's Lord realized that she hadn't had breakfast this morning . He nodded, "Lead the way . "
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"It's just down the street ahead . " She smiled and brought them to a porridge stall .
The stall was located on a street corner . The owners were an old couple . Ordinarily, there were about three to five customers at the stall . Currently, there were no customers there, perhaps because it was already close to noon .
Hell's Lord and Feng Jiu sat down at one table while Grey Wolf, Shadow One, and Leng Hua sat at another table . They each ordered a pot of fresh lily porridge . When the stall owners saw that they still had customers, they smiled and their eyes squinted . They sent up several side dishes to the two tables .
"Try it," She put a bowl in front of him . "It tastes better with the side dishes . "
Hell's Lord saw that she ladled the porridge into a bowl for him . He also began doing the same for her . "Eat it . If it's not enough, we can order another pot . "
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Her eyes sparkled when she saw him serving her with a bowl of porridge . But she couldn't help laughing after hearing his words, "It's good enough that two people can finish a pot of porridge . Besides, there are many snacks in the city . We've walked all the way, food is the last thing we should worry about . "
She mixed the side dishes in the porridge and started eating . This morning nothing had filled her belly . She was preoccupied with handling the Feng guards' matters and intended to eat after returning to her courtyard . She unexpectedly encountered him on the way . Since he asked her to go for a stroll, then yeah, for a stroll we go!
Seeing her eating happily, Hell's Lord took a few mouthfuls while also heaping side dishes onto her bowl . A small pot of porridge was about four to five bowls . Besides the one bowl that he had eaten, Feng Jiu polished off all the remaining porridge .
"Are you full now?"
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"Mm, I'm full . " She stroked her tummy . A pot of porridge was indeed very filling . Moreover, eating one's fill made her somewhat reluctant to move . What to do?
"Burp!"
She belched and laughed embarrassedly . "Let's walk to help digest the food . Then we'll look for a place to listen to music and enjoy the scenery . "
Hell's Lord had no preference, he just wanted to spend more time with her . So he followed her wherever she went and accompanied her from early morning until sundown . Until Leng Hua came up and then the topic changed . Leng Hua told her that he was leaving first to get the venue ready .
Hell's Lord's dark eyes shifted slightly at her . She had really accompanied him for a whole day . The sky had darkened a short while ago . Did she arrange any programs for him?
When he pondered about this, his heart moved and he started looking forward to it .
"Mistress, it's ready . " Leng Hua came back and reported, standing behind her at a distance as he usually did .
"Hell's Lord, let's go! The highlight of the day is coming up . I've especially prepared this for you . "
With a cunning smile and eyes that carried a hint of mystery, she led him to a building with two red lanterns hanging in front of the door . . .