Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1145: Keep This Fan to Save Your Life
Feng Liyan took it, gave her wrist a gentle flick, and the fan snapped open with a "pop" sound.
The man in white, seeing Feng Liyan’s suave action of opening the fan, curiously asked:
"Do you like playing with fans?"
"Hmm... I quite like it."
"Didn’t you say the other day that this fan is especially important to you? Why, was it given by a sweetheart?" The man in white teased.
Feng Liyan glanced at him, frowned slightly, and said seriously, "No sweetheart."
"Tch."
Feng Liyan didn’t understand what the man in white meant by "tch", but seeing his disbelieving look, Feng Liyan reiterated with a firm tone:
"Really, there isn’t one."
"I was just joking, why are you answering so seriously." The man in white said, slightly amused.
"It’s not funny at all." Feng Liyan glanced at him displeasingly, then closed the fan in her hand and stuffed it back into the man’s arms.
"What’s this for?" The man in white picked up the fan in his arms, not understanding what she meant.
"Leave it with you."
"Since it’s so important, you should protect it yourself."
Feng Liyan pushed back the hand holding the fan.
"This fan... I’ve had it blessed by a master, it can ensure safety, it’s very effective. Keeping it with you is safer."
The fan was indeed a life-saving weapon, but it had never been blessed by any master.
The origin of this fan is quite extraordinary; he spent years seeking rare materials and spiritual treasures across the Nine Heavens and down to Biluo. His father spent three months crafting this magic artifact personally, and it’s been with him for hundreds of years.
This fan harbors immense spiritual power, able to ward off any evil spirits and demons.
He also cast a spell on the fan, allowing it to shield the man in white from any attacks harboring killing intent.
"Really? Can a fan be blessed? Aren’t you being fooled?" The man in white looked at the fan in his hand, somewhat skeptical.
He thought Feng Liyan was deceived by that master.
"Really, this fan has been with me for many years, just treat it as a peace charm and carry it with you, don’t let it sit in a drawer gathering dust."
"Carry it? What if it gets lost?"
"Just pay more attention and it won’t get lost."
"Uh..."
"Alright, I won’t talk with you anymore, I have to leave."
"Now? In such a hurry?"
"Yeah."
"But what if your phone breaks? Why don’t you wait for me a bit? I’ll go buy you a new one, it will just take an hour."
"No need." Feng Liyan unplugged the phone that was charging and packed it away.
A new one would "break" as well in the Demon Realm.
"Then, let me take you."
Feng Liyan looked at him, hesitated slightly, then nodded, "Alright."
"Wait for me a moment." The man in white quickly turned around to grab his jacket.
"Let’s go."
The two left the room and exited the villa.
"How are you getting back? You can’t take a car, and if you take a plane, it’ll still take an hour to the airport by taxi."
"I’ll manage on my own."
"Manage? What way? I do have a way," the man in white said boastfully.
"Hmm? What way?"
"Simple, just ask Third Young Master to lend you a helicopter to take you back."
"His things? Ha... I’d rather puke to death in a car." Mentioning Jun Moyan made Feng Liyan furious.
The more she thought about it, the more unfair it seemed to Ye Qi.
The man in white was slightly stunned, "Such enmity, what happened?"
"Don’t mention him to me. I haven’t left Wu Garden yet, and anytime I might turn back and kill him out of sheer impulse."
Seeing Feng Liyan wasn’t joking, the man in white could only shut his mouth.
What exactly had happened, for it to be this serious.
After escorting Feng Liyan to the gate of Wu Garden, the man in white asked, "You don’t plan to walk back, do you?"
