"Well said, well said."
Zhang Fusheng smiled, handing over a tray:
"How about the favor of a meal?"
Kong Dongyan accepted without hesitation, devouring the few dishes and rice in three or four bites.
He then took out a note from his chest with the words 'Kong Dongyan' written on it, offering it with both hands:
"A meal can save a starving person from life and death, the favor of a meal must be repaid a thousandfold, this is my favor note."
"According to the inviolable rules of my Ancient Saint Sect, in the future, when I see this favor note, no matter how difficult, I must repay the favor!"
Zhang Fusheng cheerfully put away the note, finding Kong Dongyan more pleasing to the eye, but suddenly startled.
Am I under some spell?
How can I have an inexplicable fondness for Kong Dongyan??
He suddenly reached out and grabbed the elegant young man's throat, unleashing great strength!
"Are you plotting against me?"
