Qi Continent: The Devouring System

When Yang Fan came out of the Scripture Pavilion, he happened to hear the Dou Shi's words.

That Dou Shi did not put Yang Fan in his eyes and said, "Who let you out? The City Lord asked you to stay in there for a month. Stay there for a month!"

"Oh? "Then you mean I can't eat?"

This sentence left the Dou Shi speechless. After all, he couldn't stop Yang Fan from eating.

Although Yang Fan had gone back to the sect, Ren Ran continued, "I don't care. In short, there isn't even a month before you can't come out!"

Yang Fan noticed the frightened look in Aunt Zi's eyes and quickly walked to her side and took the chicken soup from her hands.

"Wow, Aunt Zi is really nice to me. It's chicken soup again!"

Aunt Zi was naturally not as daring as Yang Fan. She tremblingly said, "As long as Little Fan likes it, Aunt Zi will make it for you every day."

"Thank you, Aunt Zi?"

Yang Fan was about to drink a mouthful of chicken soup, but the Dou Shi's face was livid with anger, and he summoned the surrounding guards.

In the blink of an eye, it became a dozen people looking at Yang Fan.

Yang Fan ignored them, directly starting to drink the chicken soup.

"Don't be too arrogant, otherwise …"

"How about you?"

Yang Fan looked directly at him, and his spiritual attack was launched in an instant.

The Warrior Master felt a stabbing pain in his head and an illusion at the same time. He felt that Yang Fan's strength was far above his.

The Dou Shi was so scared that his legs went weak and he fell to the ground. "A Dou Wang!"

That mental attack just now had directly damaged his mental state. The Yang Fan now was a Dou Wang class before him.

"Kid, what did you do to him?"

That Dou Shi from before was completely unprepared and was directly hit by the mental attack.

The tactic of an apothecary was to catch someone off guard.

"What are you doing? I didn't do anything, but you instead?"

Yang Fan looked at the dozen or so Dou Zhe who were gathering Dou Qi, and his eyes revealed a fierce look.

"Young master Yang, you actually called me a kid, and there are more than a dozen people preparing to gang up on me. Don't you see me, a direct descendant of the Yang family, as a threat?"

After Yang Fan finished speaking in one breath, the dozen or so Dou Zhe felt that the current Yang Fan was unfathomable.

No matter how weak Yang Fan was, he was still the young master of the Yang family.

He was also Yang Haitao's son.

What they were doing now was completely against the rules of the Yang family.

"Do you realize your wrongs now?"

Looking at the dozen or so people who had stopped breathing, Yang Fan said arrogantly.

"Young master, you all know your wrongs!"

Everyone retreated and helped the fallen Dou Shi to leave the place at the same time.

Regardless of whether he was his soul or not, he only knew that right now, his name was Yang Fan, and he should have the same dignity.

"Aunt Zi, is the chicken soup delicious?"

After a long pause, she said, "It's good that Little Fan likes it!"

Aunt Zi's gaze never left Yang Fan.

"Aunt Zi, what are you looking at? Is there something dirty on Little Fan's face?"

"Oh!" "No!"

Aunt Zi snapped out of her daze. Yang Fan had never seen him in the past fifteen years, and he felt like a completely different person.

"Little Fan, you've changed!"

Yang Fan could see the worry on Aunt Zi's face. "No matter what Little Fan turns out to be, Aunt Zi will always be my Aunt Zi!"

Aunt Zi, Yang Fan was born to take care of Yang Fan. After his mother passed away, Aunt Zi was the only one to take care of Yang Fan.

Yang Fan had long since considered Yang Fan to be his mother.