Chapter 149: Fate of a bowl of noodles

If the female disciples of Mingzong who admire Tang Zhengang saw Tang Zhengang's appearance at this time, they would be dumbfounded and think that the latter was possessed by a ghost.

You know, Tang Zhengang was born in a military family that is considered to be the top wealthy family in Fengmeng, and as the closed disciple of the great elder of Mingzong, his status in Mingzong is not bad.

In addition, his cultivation is extremely high, and he is qualified to be the first person of the younger generation of Mingzong, so he is very popular among the disciples.

And he is obsessed with martial arts. In the eyes of others, he is aloof and arrogant. He doesn't speak well to any female disciples, which makes him a nearly perfect prince charming in the hearts of many female disciples.

Now, when Tang Zhengang faces Liu Jingyu, his words and expressions are deliberately flattering, and his temperament is not as aloof as usual. He is warm as if spring flowers will bloom everywhere when he walks out. Where is the shadow of a cold male god? What else can he be if he is not possessed by a ghost?

Liu Jingyu's cheeks were hot. Even though she had never seen much of the world, she knew that the young master of the Tang family was deliberately flattering her. Apart from anything else, she could not believe that the Dianlong Sect and the old man, who were only somewhat famous in the territory of Xingyuan Mansion, would be heard by Tang Zhengang, who was in Mingzong.

However, even so, Liu Jingyu could not help but feel a sense of honor and joy.

After all, Tang Zhengang was not only the young master of the military-honored Tang family, but also the closed disciple of the great elder of Mingzong. With these two identities, how many people in the entire Renfeng League were qualified to be flattered by Tang Zhengang?

And she did not lose her mind because of these flatteries. She knew that the reason why Tang Zhengang did this was entirely because he had something to ask of Yang Fan.

At this moment, the door of the master bedroom opened, and Yang Fan, who had changed out of his pajamas, came out with a big bag on his back.

"Master Yang!" Xiang Yu immediately bowed respectfully.

Finally seeing Master Yang Fan again, Tang Zhengang felt awkward and awkward, and when he saw the half-smile on Yang Fan's face, he felt ashamed and had a strong urge to turn around and leave.

Taking a deep breath, Tang Zhengang forced himself to be more respectful, bowed deeply, and said: "Master Yang, you are a great man who does not remember the faults of a villain. Please save her life for the sake of my sister. You can kill me or chop me up afterwards. It's all up to you."

After saying this, his face was already red.

For him, saying this was more difficult than fighting a battle with a strong man from the outer world on the spot, but for his sister, he had to give it up.

Yang Fan smiled faintly and said in a mature manner: "Xiao Tang, I'm afraid you have misunderstood something. The friendship between your sister and I is not as deep as you think. It's just a bowl of noodles..."

Everyone present had different expressions when they heard this.

Tang Zhengang and Xiang Yu's faces changed, thinking that Yang Fan was going to watch her die without helping.

Liu Jingyu and Jian Xinyi were more suspicious, as they could not remember Yang Fan and Tang Anya having eaten noodles together.

Only Bai Cangyan had a faint smile on his face.

In public and private, he did not want Yang Fan to have a deep connection with the Tang family.

In fact, if Yang Fan really tried to save Tang Anya, whether he succeeded or failed, it would inevitably change Yang Fan's image in the eyes of the people in Xingyuan Mansion, and even give rise to many inexplicable hostilities.

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However, Yang Fan did not finish his words.

Just when everyone had different expressions, Yang Fan took a puff of dry tobacco, exhaled it lightly, looked at Tang Zhengang and said slowly: "Meeting is the fate of a bowl of noodles. If we don't get along, we will never meet again."