Chapter 2701 — Knife-Cut Noodles
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Wei Zhao smiled wryly and walked over. "Heroine Yan, is everything ready?"
"I told you to call me Xiaoke—what's this 'Heroine Yan'? So distant." As she spoke, Yu Xiaoke looked him up and down. "You came alone? You didn't drive?"
For some reason, Yu Xiaoke found this Male Thief somewhat familiar, as though she had seen him somewhere before—his backpack especially. But last time the Male Thief had not seemed to be carrying this backpack, had he? It was understandable that Yu Xiaoke did not connect him with Wei Zhao, for she had never paid the least attention to Wei Zhao's clothing and appearance. How could she have looked closely at a man who repelled her?
"Xiaoke, I came with someone. This person is a ** of mine. He'll drive over in a little while—we'll wait for him a moment," Wei Zhao said.
"Oh? Your **?" Yu Xiaoke was taken aback. Wei Zhao was introducing her to his **—did that mean he approved of her?
Yu Xiaoke had lost her parents as a child, and her brother was not by her side either, so she had grown up with the belief that a ** was the greatest thing under heaven. For Wei Zhao to bring her before his ** meant that he approved of her, and that made Yu Xiaoke very excited!
"Yes. I only just learned of it myself—he is Zhang Lifeng's successor. So this time I want to take another look at the ancient tomb." As for the matter of his constitution, Wei Zhao did not tell Yu Xiaoke; after all, such a secret was not something he could casually reveal, especially in his identity as the Male Thief, which had no connection to Wei Zhao.
"Ah? Then aren't you also Zhang Lifeng's successor? And we're still going to rob a tomb..." Yu Xiaoke was startled and stuck out her tongue. "Doesn't that count as betraying one's master and ancestors?"
"Of course it doesn't count," Wei Zhao said with a wry smile. "I imagine that even if Patriarch Zhang Lifeng were still alive, he would be glad that his disciples and grand-disciples went to rob tombs and obtained his true transmission. Everyone wants their sect to be passed down enduringly, after all. If we take his lifetime of insights, he would only be gratified."
"That's true too." Yu Xiaoke nodded. "Then I'm relieved. Oh, right—have you eaten tonight?"
"I have," Wei Zhao answered offhandedly.
"Oh, me too. What did you eat?" Yu Xiaoke asked.
Wei Zhao was watching the traffic on the road. Catching sight of the Audi with the white-collar man at the wheel driving toward them, he answered absently, without thinking, "Didn't we just eat knife-cut noodles together?"
"Ah? What did you say? Knife-cut noodles?" Yu Xiaoke started.
"Oh..." Wei Zhao came to his senses and realized he had let his mind wander. He said hurriedly, "I said I ate knife-cut noodles with my **. His car is here—let's go over!"
"Oh, all right." Yu Xiaoke did not think much of it. Hearing that Wei Zhao's ** had arrived, she could not help feeling a little nervous.