Wait for You to Marry Me into the Fang Family! An Extra Chapter for Golden Grand Alliance's Crazy Jue, 75

That evening, Chief Fang dressed himself up impeccably. In a light fur coat and loose sash, he looked like a jade tree in the wind—graceful, composed, and surpassingly elegant.

First, he set up the fire, then prepared the meat skewers and seasonings.

The seasonings had been contributed by Yan Beihan from her Space Ring. One had to admit, after everything that had happened in the Yin Yang Realm, Yan Beihan's preparations had been utterly thorough! And every last thing was top of the line.

At the very least, the things Fang Che had found in this space paled into insignificance beside them.

Yan Beihan had tossed them away with undisguised disdain.

"Use mine from now on!"

Fang Che accepted the suggestion to live off a woman without the slightest hit to his self-respect! Fine, he would use hers.

Chief Fang had even replaced the salt.

Every piece of equipment had been upgraded from a musket to a cannon.

The rack was set up, and the venison sizzled as fat dripped down. When the fragrance began to spread,

the moonlight was cool and clear, and sparse shadows lay crisscrossed.

Between heaven and earth, everything seemed draped in a hazy radiance.

Heavy mist swayed and rose and fell in waves along the mountainside and summit.

The starlight seemed drunk, swaying in the sky.

The sparse shadows stirred the fragrant breeze, and beauties came beneath the moon.

Yan Beihan and Bi Yunyan approached hand in hand, dressed in full finery.

The two women's lovely figures, graceful forms, exquisite faces, and otherworldly bearing made them seem to have stepped out of a painting—or like celestial maidens from the Heavenly Palace, treading through the mist.

Their hair was like clouds, their temple wisps like mist, their brows curved like crescent moons, and their eyes clear