Lin Fan's hand on the black cat's neck froze there, not knowing whether to continue.
Master Qiansui? The legendary thousand-year-old monster?
She turned her neck stiffly, looked at the little black cat who had closed his eyes in comfort, and slowly opened his eyes.
You know what, when you look at it this way, it really does have that flavor.
"Ha...haha..." Lin Fan smiled awkwardly, slowly raised his hand, and stood up from the sofa again.
Knowing it was the Thousand Years Old Master, she still attacked him? She didn't have the guts to do that.
For a moment, she seemed to feel a hint of loss in Huang Chengcheng's eyes, but without time to think about it, she quickly retreated to Quan Yingdong's side.
In a moment of haste, he forgot the sword on his leg.
With a "clang", the two swords were smashed to the ground again, causing Lin Fan to trip.
Fortunately, she stood firmly on her own before Quan Yingdong could reach out to help her, and quickly grabbed the two poor swords that had fallen twice.
When I didn't know, I thought it was cute and said a lot of random things.
Now that I know that it is the famous Master Qiansui, I don’t know what to say...
How about an apology first?
"Yes..." Before Lin Fan could finish his words, he saw the Thousand-Year-Old Master push up his front legs and sit up.
I don’t know if it’s because of the preconceived impression, but the little black cat used to look so cute, but now it looks so majestic.
Cute... go away, don't even touch it.
"Lin Fan." The voice of the Thousand-Year-Old Master was neither as cold and clear as that of Elder Qian, nor as strong and full of energy as that of the eldest senior brother. To be honest, it sounded a bit like a young man...
He may not be a teenager, he seems a little androgynous.
Hearing his name being called, Lin Fan quickly responded. "Yes!"
"I know you." Lord Qiansui flicked his tail, raised one of his front paws, put it to his mouth and licked it wantonly.
How should I answer? Lin Fan's mind raced.
Thanks for your attention? Or a few words of humility?
"You are not bad." Lord Qiansui put down his claws gracefully and said to Lin Fan.
"Thank you." This time Lin Fan finally knew how to answer, and he felt a little happy.
Lord Qiansui leaped lightly and landed on the ground silently, then walked out from under the two men's feet with cat-like steps.
Lin Fan didn't dare to breathe, and he and Quan Yingdong beside him watched the Thousand-Year-Old Master leave. Only when he disappeared did they both breathe a sigh of relief.
"How could you..."
“How could it…”
They both spoke at the same time, then stopped, then smiled at each other.
"You go first..."
"You go first..."
Quan Yingdong rubbed his face. "Forget it, I'll tell you."
He took the two-handed sword from Lin Fan's hand, pulled it out, and held it up to the light. "Why is it so badly damaged?"
Although the materials used by Lin Fan to refine weapons are not as strong as those of the stars, they are also very strong. In addition, with their special refining techniques, it is impossible to create so many cracks.
"I was dragged away by the senior brother and beaten up at night." Lin Fan didn't feel embarrassed at all.
It was common knowledge that the senior brother's skills were superior to hers.
"Really?" Quan Yingdong glanced at Lin Fan, surprised. "Big Brother hasn't been that harsh before."
I have used this pair of swords in sparring before, and it’s not the first time, but there have never been so many gaps.
"Something happened. Did you offend the eldest brother?"
"I didn't offend him, did I?" Lin Fan scratched his head embarrassedly. "I just said something out of turn, and Senior Brother heard it..."
"Oh? What did you say?" Quan Yingdong put the sword back into the scabbard and asked curiously.
Lin Fan had no choice but to say it again.
Quan Yingdong looked strange after hearing this.
He glanced at Lin Fan.
In theory, what she said was not wrong. Apart from the eldest brother, no one could draw the sword faster than Lin Fan.
But she obviously underestimated the self-esteem of her senior brother as a man.
To say that he had no intention at all... Quan Yingdong looked at the two swords in his hands that were full of gaps, he simply didn't believe it at all.
However, Lin Fan felt that this was the fact and he had no right to correct it.
"I've been busy lately. If you're not in a hurry, I can fix it for you in a week, okay?"
"Okay, I'm not in a hurry." Lin Fan nodded.
As long as she doesn't go on a mission and doesn't meet the senior brother, she won't need to use her weapons.
"Okay!" After the business was done, Quan Yingdong wanted to put the sword aside first, but when he saw the mess in the office, he suddenly felt embarrassed.
"Uh... let's go directly to the refining room. It's bigger there." He took the lead and walked out of the office.
Lin Fan looked at the office, which was nearly 30 square meters and was filled with all kinds of miscellaneous things, with no place to step. He raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
The refining room is actually an area with many rooms.
Quan Yingdong led his men into his exclusive refining room.
Lin Fan thought this place would be as messy as his office, but it was unexpectedly tidy.
All the ingredients are neatly arranged on the wall shelves, organized by category. Even someone with OCD couldn't find fault with it.
Is this Quan Yingdong's refining room? Why is it so different from his office? It feels like two people are making this noise.
Quan Yingdong had already put away his sword and sat down at the table to make Kung Fu tea.
“Isn’t it less messy than the office?”
Although I thought so in my heart, I couldn't say it out loud. Lin Fan smiled, "This place is too neat."
Quan Yingdong was busy boiling water and washing tea sets, his hands were always busy.
"Actually, I don't go to that office very often. I spend most of my time here." After turning on the water, he looked up at Lin Fan. "You can come here if you want to see me in the future."
"Okay." Lin Fan nodded in agreement.
"My office," Quan Yingdong explained. "I don't go there often, so my staff just put whatever materials or things they find in there."
"When I finished my work and went through here, I found that it was a mess inside." Quan Yingdong laughed.
"I can't stand it, given my personality. But I don't want to waste my energy on meaningless cleaning, so I go even less often, and it becomes a vicious cycle."
"I see." Lin Fan had just said that. Quan Yingdong looked unkempt, but not sloppy either. How come his office was such a mess?
"When we refine weapons, we often can't stop midway, and it's common for us to go for days without a break." Quan Yingdong added, "So everyone always thinks we're a bit... careless. Hahaha, actually, I'm quite clean."
Lin Fan looked at the furnishings in the room and believed his words without hesitation.
Her own office is not even as tidy as Quan Yingdong's. Compared with them, she is the sloppier one.
"By the way, what's going on with that Thousand Years Lord?" Lin Fan finally spoke first.
"When I walked into your office today, I didn't notice it at first, but then I thought it was your cat. Seeing that it wasn't afraid of people, I petted it..."
Lin Fan frowned in fear.
"Will this displease Master Chitose? Should I go and make a formal apology?"
She had heard John Woo mention Chitose-sama several times, but who would have thought it was actually a cat?
It's a little black cat that purrs comfortably when you stroke it.
Lin Fan suddenly remembered John Woo's theory that Bodhisattvas are actually aliens.
Today was really a waste of time...
Quan Yingdong is actually not sloppy, haha, I fooled you again. There should be no characters that I haven't written about, right?
Now, there's a problem: a supporting character is missing. Originally, there was supposed to be another supporting character who was supposed to be on the spaceship, but I can't think of one right now. If I still can't come up with one by the time, I'll just leave it out. Imperfection is a form of beauty, after all.
