Douluo: I can hear Qian Renxue's voice

No, I'll go by myself!

Although Xue Beng really wanted to say something, but considering the practical issues, Xue Ye couldn't lose face too much, so he left with the leadership of two guards, pretending to be reluctant.

The last time he walked out of the courtyard, he looked at Qian Renxue with a pitiful look. However, what made him think deeply was that he actually saw the meaning of comforting himself in Qian Renxue's eyes.

"Your Majesty, Fourth Highness, I am resigning."

After the guards sent Xue Beng to the palace, they respectfully prepared to leave.

Xue Beng ignored them and opened the door directly to enter the house, feeling quite frustrated.

The two guards looked at each other and saw the helplessness in the other's eyes.

I hope the fourth prince doesn’t have to hold grudges against them.

Xue Beng didn't have time to pay attention to the two guards. He sat down on his big bed and began to think.

"First of all, my self-willed image should be initially established, and I will have to continue to work hard in the future."

"Secondly, I have to figure out Qian Renxue's attitude. Is the look in her eyes today real or fake, or more or less real."

"Finally, my martial spirit is so handsome!"

Thinking of this, Xue Beng resisted his desire to release his martial spirit again, jumped out of bed, and ran towards the kitchen with long strides.

Because the banquet was not over yet, Xue Beng didn't meet many people along the way, only a few maids.

As soon as Xue Beng walked into the kitchen, someone immediately ran towards him fawningly.

"Your Highness, why are you here? If you have any orders, just ask someone to inform you of your displeasure."

Xue Beng glanced at the kitchen manager with a naive smile and waved his hand casually.

"Okay, my lord...the prince is in a hurry, as usual."

The manager didn't mind Xue Beng's attitude at all, he smiled and nodded repeatedly.

"Understood, little one, go get ready right away."

While agreeing, he also shouted to the person next to him.

"Why don't you hurry up and get a chair for His Highness the Fourth? I'm trying to get His Highness to stand like you!"

The person who was stared at by him was shocked, nodded quickly, moved a chair respectfully, and looked at the manager with fear.

"Butler... chair."

"Fool!"

The steward knocked the man on the head and grabbed the chair.

"Tell me what you're doing! You're stupid!"

Then, he quickly put the chair behind Xue Beng and said flatteringly: "Then, Your Highness, the younger one will help you prepare."

Xue Beng sat casually on the chair, with one foot still on the chair and leaning on the back of the chair.

"Go on, by the way, get me something to eat."

"Hey, okay."

The steward smiled and nodded repeatedly, while looking at the other person without any trace.

This man was obviously much smarter. He immediately held a plate of exquisite snacks and held it hunched over in front of Xue Beng. He was obviously using himself as a table.

Xue Beng enjoyed it as a matter of course. While eating, he glanced at the kitchen from time to time and impatiently urged to hurry up.

Listening to Xue Beng's urging, the manager smiled and nodded.

By the time he finished the work, he was already sweating profusely.

"Here, Your Highness, what you want."

Xue Beng glanced at the exquisite wooden box he was holding and picked it up casually.

"You won't be needed this time. Your Highness will go alone. Come on down."

The steward hunched over.

"The younger one is sent to His Highness the Fourth Prince."

Xue Beng nodded and let him lead the way.

When the two of them went out, the atmosphere in the kitchen became a little more cheerful.

"It's strange, why is the manager so flattering to His Highness the Fourth Prince today?"

One of them said in confusion.

When the avalanche came in the past, although the manager was very enthusiastic, he was not as "well-rounded" as he is today.

"I don't know. Think about why you are preparing food today."

"What, isn't it just a banquet? It happens every three days. It's not like you don't know."

"I say you are stupid, but you are really stupid. No wonder you still stutter when you see girls talking."

Another person complained that iron was not made of steel.

The person who complained was unconvinced and retorted: "You can say that, but you still don't have a girlfriend. No matter how you pretend, we are even the same."

The man next to me smiled mysteriously and said, "I'll remind you, look at the thing in your hand."

"The thing in your hand?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the spatula in his hand that was so handy. If it weren't for his unique skills, he wouldn't have been able to enter the palace. As for why he was so handy, apart from practice, the most important thing was because...

"Ah, today is my awakening..."

The man suddenly looked to the side and nodded to him.

He leaned over and asked in a low voice: "You mean His Highness the Fourth Highness's martial spirit, is it serious?"

"It's more than outrageous!"

The person next to him showed an exaggerated expression, but his voice was still suppressed and he said: "I heard that His Highness the Fourth Prince's martial spirit has mutated."

"The martial soul mutates! Is it good or bad?"

"If it's bad, it's said that our supervisor has such an attitude. It's amazing. I just don't know what kind of martial spirit it is."

"Wow, that Fourth Prince is really lucky."

"No, and His Highness the Fourth Prince's innate soul power is said to be very high, at least this."

The person next to him made a vague gesture of eight.

"My dear, Your Majesty, the fourth prince, has a very good life."

The man looked at the spatula in his hand and the half-level soul power he had awakened, and felt a little uncomfortable for no reason.

Looking at the silence of his companion, he knew what was going on. He wanted to comfort him but didn't know where to start.

He looked at the black pot in his hand and the first-level soul power that was slightly better than his companions, and remained silent.

"Two brats, they are so excited talking about these useless things, why don't they practice hard! Do you really want to do these servant jobs all the time!"

A slightly fierce voice sounded.

The two people, who were still unhappy at first, immediately apologized and admitted their mistake.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Dao, we have to work now."

Then without waiting for the strong figure to urge him, he quickly began to practice his basic skills, fearing that he would be punished by Uncle Dao.

In fact, they didn't see that the eyes of Uncle Dao behind them were full of love and helplessness.

These are the two best young men in the village in the past few years. I watched them being born at the beginning. I think of the excitement and curiosity in the eyes of the two little cubs when they came to join me, and the hopeful eyes. , it was almost worn out at this time.

Looking at the two people's bodies that were tense because he didn't leave, Uncle Dao sighed.

Don't blame me, uncle. If you want to blame me, blame you for your bad luck and lack of talent.

Thinking of his two younger students, they are both [-] years old this year, and one has only level three and one has level [-] soul power. However, Xue Beng has already surpassed them just after awakening this year. This is fate.

Afterwards, Uncle Dao smiled mockingly to himself. People tend to be sentimental when they reach middle age. Isn't he just over level 20 this year?

He shook his head and left with his hands behind his back.

Feeling that Uncle Dao was gone, the two of them let out a tacit sigh of relief.

"Look, it's all you who caused us to be trained by Uncle Dao."

"Tch, you're happy even if you don't say it."

"By the way, do you think someone from the village will come to us this year?"

"Should...have."

Afterwards, the two stopped talking, and for a while there was only the sound of chopping and cooking vegetables in the kitchen.

It's obviously very hot, but I feel a little lonely.