Because the saint of the academy cannot calculate his fate, he thinks he is a glimmer of life in the Dajia Academy?

After hearing this, Zhou Fan felt a little surprised. Of course he knew what was going on. He was a lifeless person. Even the guides on the ship could not see his life. It was not surprising that the saints of the academy could not see it.

"If..." Zhou Fan said to the Grand Mr. "I mean if, the saint made a mistake, isn't that chance of life? I may not be able to save the academy."

"If you are really wrong, there is nothing you can do about it." Duanmu Xiaohong sighed: "This is our wrong bet, it has nothing to do with you, so you don't have to be under too much pressure."

Zhou Fan understood that this was a big bet, which made him feel even heavier. It seemed that the saints of the academy were very pessimistic about the great disaster. Otherwise, why should they put things on the illusory glimmer of hope?

What will happen when the catastrophe comes?

However, the guides seemed to know nothing about this great catastrophe... nor could they say they knew nothing about it. The Emperor of the ship who seemed to be completely crazy thought that a great catastrophe had come. Because of the great catastrophe, he was imprisoned on the ship.

He claimed to cooperate with the ship to prepare for the great disaster... But the great disaster mentioned by the Emperor of All Kingdoms should not be the same as the great disaster of the Great Wei. After all, the great disaster of the Great Wei is once every thousand years, and it is hard to say how long the Emperor of All Kingdoms stayed on the ship.

I was actually thinking about what a madman said, am I crazy... Zhou Fan woke up and felt a little funny. He said a few more words to the eldest gentleman and left.

The saint of the academy cheated him once, but Zhou Fan still believed what the Grand Master said, so let it go.

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...

Even Jing was unable to leave for the time being, so Zhou Fan began to invite the princes again. He planned to entertain the princes and stay for another ten days. If the Emperor of the Great Wei did not intend to summon him, he would find an excuse to ask to return to Hanbei Road to see if the Emperor of the Great Wei would allow him to leave.

Even after leaving Hanbei Road for so long, he still knew clearly what happened to Hanbei Road. Whether it was the news from the Lord's Mansion of Hanbei Road or the help of Xiao Kun Daxian's divine character to receive prayers from believers, he could know a lot of things.

It can be said that his new Hanbei Dao Lord has a foundation that is more stable than everyone thinks. Hanbei Dao has always been firmly in his hands, and the other six Dao Lords may not have a higher control over himself than his.

He could attend banquets of two or three princes a day, and even the first seventy-one prince he met went to a banquet.

Chen Zheng mentioned that among the more famous princes, the forty-fifth princes would not be seen, but there were still eighty-sixth princes and one hundred and one hundred and one princes.

But this morning, Zhou Fan was going to attend the banquet of the Eighty-sixth Prince.

He appeared in Linglong Restaurant in Linglongfang.

The mirrors are big and there are many restaurants. Linglong Restaurant is just one of them and there is no special place.

But the Eighty-sixth Prince asked him to come here to meet him, and he came. The restaurant did not close and did not do business because the Eighty-sixth Prince invited him over.

There are also many people eating in the restaurant in the early morning.

"Sir, please follow me, Your Highness is waiting for you inside." A man dressed in a waiter whispered after Zhou Fan came in.

Zhou Fan nodded slightly. The eighty-sixth prince asked him to meet here, so there should be no problem with safety.

Zhou Fan followed the waiter and walked in, but entered the restaurant's kitchen.

There are several chefs busy cooking in the kitchen.

One of the young men was giving advice.

"You've put too much oil."

“There is not enough firepower.”

"Idiot, I have more salt, pour it out and fry it."

The young man looked serious.

The waiter arrived at the young man and said, "Your Highness, Lord Zhou is here."

Zhou Fan was in a little subtle mood. He didn't expect that this young man dressed simply was the eighty-sixth prince.

"Your Highness." Zhou Fan bowed and bowed.

"Ha, Lord Zhou." The eighty-sixth prince smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go and kill a chicken first. Let's eat soy sauce chicken later."

"Your Highness is busy," Zhou Fan said with a smile.

The eighty-sixth prince caught a black-feathered chicken from the cage in the corner, cut his throat neatly and bleed, put the chicken in boiling water and scalding and plucking the hair.

Zhou Fan watched the 86th prince busy and praised: "Your Highness's cooking skills are superb."

"There are few people in the world who can compare to mine in cooking." The Eighty-sixth Prince smiled and said, "I just like these things, and I'm not interested in reading and practicing. Among so many brothers, I'm probably the lowest level. Now I'm just a blood-changing section."

"That's because Your Highness doesn't want to think about it. If you think about it, even the Qi Gang section will not be difficult." Zhou Fan told the truth.

"I'm not interested in these fights and killings." The Eighty-sixth Prince shook his head and said.

With the help of those chefs, the eighty-sixth prince prepared a table of dishes.

The eighty-sixth prince greeted Zhou Fan to sit down. He looked at the dishes with a full range of color and fragrance with a happy smile on his face and said, "Mr. Zhou, try it."

Zhou Fan raised his chopsticks and ate a piece of soy sauce chicken. He couldn't help but praise him. The 86th prince's cooking skills were indeed nothing to say.

But the strange feeling in my heart became stronger and stronger. Could it be that Chen Zheng said that the 86th prince is famous because he had a good deal?

If this is the case, then the eighty-sixth prince will really take the throne in the future and can publish a story book about the "Cook Emperor".

Zhou Fan was silently complaining in his heart. While eating and drinking with the 86th Prince, he discussed topics such as "How to make this dish better".

After the meal and food were full, the Eighty-sixth Prince still did not express or imply that Zhou Fan supported him.

Zhou Fan just waited patiently. Of course, the Eighty-sixth Prince might not mention this matter. After all, not all princes would mention this matter when they first met him.

"I have to deal with some things for you thanks to Your Highness for your hospitality. If Your Highness has nothing to do..." Zhou Fan felt that it was almost the same and said goodbye.

"Mr. Zhou, I actually don't want to be an emperor at all." The eighty-sixth prince suddenly interrupted Zhou Fan's farewell words with a smile.

Zhou Fan: “…”

He didn't believe this.

"Master Zhou may not believe it." The eighty-sixth prince said: "I am only suitable to be a chef, but because of the imperial family, my brothers are all among the people. I said I want to be a chef, and they will definitely not believe it, so I can only think of developing some forces to protect myself."

"Otherwise, I'm afraid the chef won't be able to treat it, and I'll slaughter it as the chicken just now and make it into soy sauce chicken."

"Only the dead will not compete with them for the throne, right, Lord Zhou?" The 86th prince looked mocking. Seeing that Zhou Fan was silent, he continued: "Only I can't help myself, only some princes who also don't want to be emperors can understand it. Lord Zhou may not understand it."

So how can I understand it but not what... Zhou Fan felt helpless and thought, and he comforted: "Things are like this in the world, how can everything be as satisfactory?"
Chapter completed!