Driving along, Qin Fen paid no attention to the Queen Mother's words. Sun Yujie, beside him, was instead staring at her with a strange expression. Three corpses? Have you been reading too many novels? What the hell was that supposed to mean?
The three major marks in Qin Fen's eyes flashed away in an instant. Because of the Dao, they had begun to undergo subtle changes.
Following Benedict V's convoy all the way, they encountered no obstruction. Not only did Grant refrain from inspecting or stopping them, he had even arranged plenty of guards along the route to clear the way.
Qin Fen got to mooch food and drinks along the way. It was a little worse than making it himself, but there was a greater variety, and many of the dishes were things he had never even heard of.
After traveling with the convoy for a while, Sun Yujie saw that Qin Fen had driven nearly a hundred kilometers and volunteered to take over as driver. Big Chef moved into the passenger seat to play on his phone. As for why he did not sit in the back with the Queen Mother? The reason was simple: WeChat was his core secret. The Queen Mother only had a vague idea of Qin Fen's cultivation, but once she understood WeChat's functions, she would know the truth.
To prevent trouble before it happened, Qin Fen sat up front and kept a certain distance from the Queen Mother. Big Chef had money now. Looking through his old chat records, he tapped several of Luban's skill points.
Advanced Mechanism Arts—he had left it unlearned because he had been too poor before. There was also Medicine Master's acupuncture and pharmacology. He had never dared spend on advanced applications, but now he was rich. He had