Bo Feng didn’t even realize it himself.
Since Su Yan left, all he could think about was that woman.
One mont he was angry, the next he was even angrier.
His expression was icy cold.
The doctor said he needed to rest more.
But he lay there for three hours without closing his eyes.
Every ti he closed his eyes, all he could see was her face.
Damn it!
Su Yan got into a taxi.
Her expression showed little fluctuation, just gazing steadily out the window.
Xiao Hua softly broke the silence,
"Host, where are you going back to sleep?"
"Back ho."
"Which one?"
"Number 8, Jinlin Road."
Upon hearing this address, Xiao Hua knew it was going back to the little villa where she stayed with Bo Feng.
"Eh? Didn’t the Host say you were going back to the apartnt?"
"Changed my mind."
Su Yan’s tone was calm.
Xiao Hua
"···· Won really are fickle."
Following this, Xiao Hua seed to rember sothing and couldn’t help asking,
"Host, why did you say that the person behind Bao Yu is Sang Luo?"
"Hmm?"
"It’s about when you questioned that Challenger Bao Yu, asking who was behind her. In the end, you confidently said it was Sang Luo."
Su Yan’s mory gradually returned.
It was about the incident in the restaurant before.
"Just a guess."
Xiao Hua
"·······"
The flas of excitent gradually extinguished.
Sang Luo, one of the Nine Main Gods, known for being ’The Perfect Impersonator’ with a thousand faces.
Ranked 6th among the Nine Main Gods.
How similar was her guise?
Just like a perfectly replicated mirror.
Tone, gestures, montum, every frown and smile could be copied with nearly a hundred percent accuracy, no, in fact, more than a hundred percent.
In the antique industry, the most sarcastic saying is that a fake looks more authentic than the real thing.
This saying perfectly describes her.
Her most impressive achievent was once, transforming into a pampered rich second generation, solely relying on splurging and flirting with beauties in nightclubs, she managed to get the parents to imprison their own child in the span of three months, inheriting all their wealth and squandering it daily.
After she beca one of the Main Gods, this event was talked about for a long ti.
Xiao Hua couldn’t hold back and asked,
"Host··· In the future, is it likely that you will encounter her?"
"Maybe."
"Xiao Hua has a question."
"Ask."
"Aren’t you afraid that she might impersonate you and pose as the Head of the Gods throughout the tens of thousands of years of your divine life?"
Xiao Hua was very curious.
After all, Sang Luo is known for her more than a hundred percent mimicry ability.
If the other Main Gods all thought Sang Luo was the Head of the Gods, and the Host doesn’t bother to explain, wouldn’t that be a disaster?
Su Yan, looking down at the wound on her hand, spoke indifferently,
"She can’t beat ."
Xiao Hua fell silent.
No matter how much one transforms, the only thing that can’t be changed is power.
Indeed, her Host was the strongest.
Compared to Sang Luo, Bao Yu’s mimicry abilities seed rather clumsy.
As the Host and Tongzi chatted, they soon arrived back ho.
Once ho, Su Yan cooked so noodles to eat.
She was supposed to go out for lunch with Bo Feng today.
But then he had a car accident, and she hadn’t eaten herself, going straight to the hospital instead.
Then after, she was infuriated by Bo Feng’s dismissive attitude and stord back ho.
Angry as she was, her stomach was still hungry.
She placed the painting on the table.
Sitting at the dining table, she ate her noodles.
After a while,
she picked up her phone and called Assistant Zhang.
His temper was inexplicably erratic, just like this car accident.
Why did he crash into the bridge abutnt all of a sudden?
The person who knew Bo Feng’s daily routines best would still have to be Xiao Zhang.
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