The beef noodles smelled fantastic. Qin Fen covered his phone, keeping it out of Sun Yujie's sight with a perfectly natural movement. By now, it had become an unconscious habit. He lifted a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks and ate them in bliss. The fragrant beef broth filled his mouth. So good!
Bliss-the word had finally found its true meaning. Sun Yujie felt nothing in particular, since, as a woman, she didn't eat much in the morning. The Yin Mountain Palace, however, was another story.
The Ten Yama Kings were stunned. No, everyone in the Underworld was stunned. Their new boss really had brought a new approach with him. Add his Demon Tribe origins, and he was truly extraordinary, refusing to play by the usual rules. Generous and bold!
A songstress for every man! Now that was lavish. Not 998, not even 198-just take her home, enjoy her singing and dancing, and then bang away!
He truly lived up to his reputation as a Demon King. With generosity like that, how could they not admire him? Leaders like this weren't exactly once-in-a-century rarities. As administrators of the Underworld, they had seen plenty of them over in the Mortal Realm, so they weren't the sort to make a fuss over something unfamiliar. After living so long, what hadn't they seen? Besides, they were immortals, and their work involved running the Underworld.
Across the Eighteen Levels of Hell, they had seen every kind of oddball imaginable. Nothing surprised them anymore. Giving away songstresses hadn't been a big deal in ancient times, either. In some dynasties, it had been quite fashionable.
But-and pay attention to that "but"-this was a first in the history of the Underworld.
In the silent palace hall, everyone's faces flushed red. The Four Great Ghost Emperors stood dumbfounded,