Qi Continent: The Devouring System - C5

It was not a small city and it was not that far from the Heavenly Marks Mountain Range. So, that place was also called the Heavenly Marks City.

Although it was a middle-tier city, it still possessed quite a few experts.

Moreover, the three Dou Huangs whose fame shook the Empire came from Heavenly Marks City.

Yang Fan walked on the street. The shopkeepers and passersby all looked at him with ridiculing eyes.

“Just you wait. When I stand at the peak of the continent, it will be time for you all to fall behind!”

After making up his mind, he arrived at the Heavenly Marks City Lord’s Mansion in a moment.

Looking at the five meter tall wall, this was where Yang Fan was born.

Originally as a direct descendant, unless something unexpected happened, he would be the master of this Heavenly Marks City. Unfortunately …

Shaking his head, he walked to the manor gate. Two soldiers clad in iron armor and holding long spears in their hands immediately blocked Yang Fan’s path.

“Who are you?”

If it was before, Yang Fan would definitely continue to explain, but today …

The Yang family stared at the two armored soldiers with sharp eyes, and their aura kept rising.

“What, a few days?” Don’t you know me? ”

“So it’s young master, Qing Jin!”

“If you dare to stop me again, I’ll poke your dog eyes blind!”

Yang Fan was not one of those arrogant and despotic princes, but just like how others treated him, he treated them with the same attitude.

Not long after Yang Fan entered.

“Didn’t he say that he is trash?”

“I don’t know either!”

“From the looks of it, he seems to be a lot stronger!”

“It’s best not to provoke him in the future!”

This huge City Lord’s Mansion, Yang Fan could not be clearer about it.

He leisurely walked to his room. Although he was called trash, Yang Fan’s father had never treated him poorly.

“Sigh!”

Recalling the humiliation he had once suffered, that detestable brother had actually slept his fiancee down.

This humiliation couldn’t be avoided.

He didn’t expect that he would sleep on the bed without realizing it. Perhaps he had never felt as relaxed as he did today.

When he woke up again, it was already night.

Yang Fan’s door was pushed open, and when he saw the person who entered, his mood immediately improved.

“Aunt Zi!”

The middle-aged woman in front of him was Yang Fan’s mother’s maid when she was still alive.

Ever since Yang Fan’s mother died, apart from his father, Aunt Zi was the closest person to him.

“Young Master, how did you sleep until now?”

Aunt Zi slowly walked to Yang Fan’s bedside and placed the item in her hand on the table beside the bed.

“Aunt Zi, I already said not to call me Young Master. Just like my mother, call me Little Fan!”

Looking at Aunt Zi’s hair, which was mixed with strands of white hair, Yang Fan felt a little sad.

This proved that the person closest to him was slowly growing old.

“Good, good, good. Little Fan, are you hungry? Aunt Ziya made chicken soup for you.”

“A little!”

Smelling the rich fragrance, his stomach also began to growl in dissatisfaction.