Thinking back, I still felt a little excited!
However, to complete this plan, he first needed lots and lots of Energy Points. Secondly, he needed to carefully select mercenaries. Only when he could have Space Mercenaries continuously execute missions would he continuously receive system mission rewards.
After quite a while, An Yang felt the wind wasn't so tight and slowly started to head out.
Reaching the hallway, he glanced downstairs. Huang Lan was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding something in her hand and earnestly gnawing on it with lowered head, chewing with great relish.
"Hah!"
An Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief and walked downstairs, still somewhat nervous. When he reached the living room, he immediately put on a nonchalant expression and greeted Huang Lan, "Morning, Daoist Huang Lan. What are you eating?"
"Chicken claws. It seems they're called Dragon Subduing Chicken Claws. Your wife made them; they're quite good. You must have already eaten them—do you want some more?" Huang Lan replied with a completely normal expression, seemingly completely forgetting what had happened earlier. "Speaking of which, I never knew chicken claws could be made so soft and waxy!"
"You didn't eat chicken feet when you ate chickens before? I mean, back when you hadn't attained the Dao and taken human form, while hunting."
"It depends on whether I was hungry or not. When I was hungry, I wouldn't even let the feathers and bones go."
"How pitiful."
"Yeah, isn't life just those two words: hardship?"
"There are still quite a few people who envy you wild animals. They probably think you're unfettered, without the pressure of establishing yourselves in society, and without such intricate social relationships and unpredictable plots and schemes."
"Heh!" Huang Lan sneered in the middle of a pause. "People who get to eat