LEGEND OF THE DEMON KING.
447. THE SUPER FAT.
Tan Wen Hong ended the meeting by shaking hands with all the irang, and sent the elders inside to hide. He had no intention of showing the expert of the Tan clan to the world for now which was indeed not his moment.
He turned to Tan Yunchang with a smile, “Young man, I want you to welcome our honored guest with a friendly.”
Tan Yunchang did not know who stopped by, but because Tan Wen Hong wanted him to leave,
he will gladly do it. And of course, ever since he was young, he had a role to play.
Her tiny hand lifted, Tan Yunchang softly spoke, “Steward Tan Wen Hong, please help me for our guest!”
He rolled his eyes, though,
'She is not a seventy-year-old disabled woman, what kind of help?' thought Tan Wen Hong.
Nevertheless, against this ridiculous request, Tan Wen Hong was not angry, to not accept this pampered miss tongue whip. So he took his outstretched arm.
It would never have crossed Tan Wen Hong's mind in the past to do such a thing.
But now, Tan Wen Hong discovered that the rough side of his character had been slightly smoothed. Especially in the case of the young miss, where she easily gave up!
Goddamnit! How can I still be a Demon King like this?
Tan Wen Hong cursed inwardly but was not angry, actually quite happy. As if enjoying the moment, she made her delicate and gentle hands sinona, what else when her hands in her narrow chest.
Tan Yunchang glanced at the forced Tan Wen Hong and laughed giggled.
The two went down, passed the line and came down from the mountain. What greeted them was another mountain, uh, more precisely, a mountain of humans!
The eyes of Tan Yunchang and Tan Wen Hong widened.
Not from being impressed by the way it impressed the newcomers, but from the recognition. In fact, he was Tan Wen Hong's adoptive brother whom he really liked!
They were silent because, How could humans be so fat?
"O Allah," ‘mria’ before them was the third prince of the empire, his adopted brother, who was currently added round, there might be 400 kg of his weight, Yuwen Cong.
The man looked like a wall that completely blocked the view of the two, shouldered with two thick, trembling legs.
It was sunny and warm today, but Yuwen Cong's head was soaked in sweat, and continued to sweat.
“My brother, you have finally come! I almost... could not stand..” Yuwen Cong gasped, he said,
rubbed his head again and again with a handkerchief, only for the next second to be drenched. The waiter rushed to replace it.
On his right was another face that Tan Wen Hong was familiar with, the Jade Flute Heavenly Sword, Fang Qiubai.
After long giving up on this male disciple, Fang Qiubai watched the four grade-5 arrays in shock and awe.
The two led twenty elders dressed in yellow. Their chests stood out large, their stances filled with strength.
They looked like they were not the third prince's servants, more like guards.
Tan Wen Hong found his face twitching at the sweat drenching Yuwen Cong and sighed, “Oh, please. It's your fault for running all the way here, fatty! “
“Can you blame me? I wouldn't be all-out if it wasn't for the imperial father's decree! ”
The fat man sighed and started fanning himself with his hand, “Quick and take me up the mountain. It's too hot!”
Back then, around ten people came around him to lift him up after a hard effort, taking one hard work step after another for being too heavy.
And every step left a deep mark on the ground.
This servant was not an expert, only at the Qi Condensation Stage. But see how
in fact they experience the worst time of their lives carrying fat,
Tan Wen Hong muttered, “Fat, you're fatter!”
“Don't say that! Imperial father is in a bad mood. Every time that happened, he took it out on me and made me suffer.
I was too stressed to even eat or drink but the next thing I knew I was 400 kg. Ah, horror!”
He sighed every time he slapped his stomach. His actions this made the people below him stagger. Their twisted backs creak.
Tan Yunchang could not bear to see for another second. Tan Wen Hong was silent.
"You don't eat because of stress but you still gain weight? How fat would you be if you were in a cheerful mood? How much will you eat?"
“You are truly a miracle!” Tan Wen Hong shook his head and sighed.
Fat guy sneers, “Thank you, but you're the same. We brothers are the wonders of the world! “
Tan Wen Hong's mood sank, Are you showing off or making yourself look better than me?
So Tan Wen Hong diverted the target to Fang Qiubai, “Master. Fang, it's been a long time. Do you not care what happens to this fat? ”
“Samely no!”
With a lazy wave, Fang Qiubai smiled, “A noble man has a noble quality!”
Tan Wen Hong rolled his eyes, though,
I wonder what makes this fat man so excited regardless of the consequences. It was all because his master was pushing him.
“By the way, Tan Wen Hong, you have been stirring up a storm lately, making the whole of Tianyu mess up!”
Fang Qiubai looked at him, “But it was understandable. You can't survive without getting out of line. There might not be a Tan clan today if it wasn't for you toying!”
But instead of continuing, he laughed, “Let's talk inside!”
Then he started flying over Blackwind Mountain. Finding the fat too slowly, Fang Qiubai raised it along with the waves.
The servants found themselves lighter and fell in happiness. They curse, they curse,
carrying that fat tub of fucking pigs will get us killed long ago!
As for the elders in yellow, they also followed.
Tan Wen Hong and Tan Yunchang also brought along tired maids. The servants finally had some free time not to think about the weight.
At the peak of Blackwind Mountain, the fatty worked his hardest to wipe the sweat off himself under the pavilion.
Fang Qiubai was at the side, with calmness and elegance.
Seeing Tan Wen Hong coming with the servants, the fat one gestured, “Quick and fan me!”
The servants shook their heads and began to work hard beside the fatty.
Now the fatty finally felt like himself, occasionally letting out a shout of appreciation.
Tan Wen Hong shook his head, This fatty was not like this three years ago. Why did he suddenly become rotten?
What made him really confused, Why don't the old men join the servants?
Tan Wen Hong pointed out, “Fat, isn't that yours too? Why are they standing still? ”
“How can they? Do you know what their cultivation is? ” The fat eyes are widened.
Tan Wen Hong blinked, “Deep Paradise!”
“Yes, the experts of Profound Heaven. How can I get them to do something like that? It would be too embarrassing for them.” The fat man spoke upright.
Tan Wen Hong also thought so. He recalled how he often insulted the Radiant Stage experts when he gave
cue them but never ask them to pour tea for him.
It's just overkill. He found no use honoring anyone whose talent was useless.
Zhuo Fan shook his head, With different statuses there is a different attitude!
Back then, fatty struggled to walk up to him and smiled, “Brother, to be honest, these Profound Heaven experts are not mine, but yours!”
“Mine?”
“Eh, no, no, that's not true either. You are only the servant of the Tan clan. How can they be yours?
I mean to say that they are the elders that my imperial father offered to the Tan clan.
Your clan just got a gift that fell into your lap and its resurrection is near. Well, are you happy? He-he-he..” The fat guy laughed at Tan Wen Hong's shocked face.
Tan Yunchang eyes shone happily, “They will all be the Tan clan..?”
Before he could truly enjoy the reward of these twenty Profound Heaven elders, Tan Wen Hong spoke flatly,
“Beauty, even if the Emperor bestows upon us these elders of Profound Heaven, we must first see if they are suitable for the Tan clan!”
The fat man really didn't understand what he meant.
The Tan clan, the third level clan, had the sudden windfall of twenty Profound Heaven experts and they had to be wild with joy!
Even first-rate clans would dance around and thank the emperor now.
So why was this Tan Wen Hong so cold, even trying to reject him?
If he only knew Tan Wen Hong had three Radiant Stage experts inside the bag, he would probably take twenty elders back then and there.
"Damn, how embarrassing! We have Radiant Stage experts, so of course we will directly reject some Profound Heaven experts. Not to mention they might be eye eyes." thought Tan Wen Hong.
Fang Qiubai looked at Tan Wen Hong with a deep gaze.
Tan Wen Hong walked in front of the elders and sized them up. He found them quite powerful, but nothing out of the ordinary, while also detecting a lot of pride.
Kind of hinting, ‘If I am the second, no one dares to say they are the first!’
Tan Wen Hong frowned, frowning,
What to be proud of when you are not even at the Radiant Stage?
Pacing back and forth, he spoke, “Until now, you are the elder of the Tan clan. I am his servant, Tan Wen Hong. You must listen to my every instruction, other than young lady .. “
“Huh, a weak steward thought of me? The Tan Clan is really weird!” One of them complained before Tan Wen Hong finished saying.
Tan Wen Hong's face turned cold in an instant.
Tan Yunchang shrugged and turned his head, completely uninterested in their fate.
There were no arrogant elders in the Tan clan, not a single one! It was because this place housed servants who were even much higher in cultivation, but not arrogant.
' You can offend anyone in the Tan clan, but may the Gods help you if you step on the servant's foot. Huh, it's your funeral!' thought the lady
They were unaware of this iron rule, but they still did so even if they knew, because they came at the great command of the emperor. In fact, they must be gambling with their lives at this point …
