Qinchuan looked at the arrogant man and decided to ignore him.
"Did you hear what I just said? Leave the Imperial Preceptor, "the man said again.
"Seriously, Chen 'er, who is this idiot?" Qinchuan asked.
Fan Qing Chen's mouth twitched and he said softly, "Don't swear. He is the eighth prince of the Northern Snow Nation."
When the man heard Qinchuan's words, he was so angry that he almost went berserk. However, after hearing Fan Qing Chen's introduction, he believed that this guy would change his mind.
Among the three countries, the Northern Snow Nation was not the strongest, but it was much stronger than the Nantian Empire. In front of the Nantian Empire, the Northern Snow Nation could not be provoked, especially under such circumstances. If the weak provoked the strong, it would be courting death.
"Eighth prince, right? I didn't care about what you said before. I also forgive you," Qinchuan said calmly.
Although the eighth prince was not feeling well, he felt a little better after hearing Qinchuan's words. He was much more polite now. After all, he was the eighth prince of the Northern Snow Nation. Everyone in the Nantian Empire had to be polite to him.
"Chen 'er is my woman. Don't have any ideas about her. Stay away from her in the future. Although I know that my woman doesn't care about you, I don't want anyone to have any ideas about her. If I find out that you have any ideas about my woman, I will kill you," Qinchuan said.
His calm tone sounded a little weird, as if he was an idiot …
The eighth prince thought that Qinchuan would change his mind and leave Fan Qing Chen. However, when he heard what Qinchuan said, he felt his hair stand on end.
His body trembled slightly as he looked at Fan Qing Chen.
This man said that she was his woman, and he found that Fan Qing Chen did not refute him. This made him even angrier. This woman was his, and no one could take her away from him. Whoever dared to fight with him, he would kill them, no matter who it was.
"Good, very good. You don't know what's good for you," the eighth prince said coldly, looked at Qinchuan and left.
Qinchuan acted as if he didn't see it.
"Be careful of the Eighth Prince. He will deal with you in the Mystery Realm of Buddha Mountain," Fan Qingchen said.
"He's no match for me. Killing him will be easy." Qinchuan laughed.
"Do not be careless. It is better to be safe than sorry," Fan Qingchen said.
"Baby, you're right. I'll listen to you." Qinchuan looked at her and smiled.
"Disgusting!" Fan Qing Chen blushed.
"Is it really disgusting, little darling?" Qinchuan moved closer to her and smiled gently.
"Disgusting!" Fan Qingchen felt her heart beating faster. It was an indescribable feeling. Actually, she did not feel disgusted. She just felt a little weird. Her heart was beating a little fast, and she felt dizzy.
The Eighth Prince looked at the intimate appearance of Qinchuan and Fan Qing Chen from a distance, and the fire in his heart burned even brighter.
"Hubby, he's a godly doctor. What if you feel disgusted? With my many years of experience, let me take your pulse." Qinchuan was already holding Fan Qing Chen's hand. He placed two fingers on Fan Qing Chen's wrist.
His eyes lit up.
Fan Qing Chen looked at him in confusion.
"Congratulations, Madam. This is the pulse of pregnancy. You're pregnant." Qinchuan laughed.
"You're a jerk." Fan Qing Chen spat. She glanced at Qinchuan and laughed.
It was very relaxing and natural to be with this guy. Time passed quickly.
The Eighth Prince saw Fan Qing Chen's happy expression again. It was the first time he had seen it. He had never thought that Fan Qing Chen would have such a feminine side.
Suddenly, he hated this woman. In the past, this woman was high and mighty, and she never talked to any man. At that time, he felt good about her. She was the goddess in his heart.
But now, she was showing such a feminine side to a man, and that man was not him. His heart was in a mess.
In the past, he did not want to do anything to this woman. But now, he was thinking about how to get this woman and kill that man.
At night, everyone roasted food to eat. It was like a bonfire party.
Qinchuan, Fan Qing Chen, Zu Hao, and the others gathered together.
Zu Hao was also shocked by Fan Qing Chen. He gave Qinchuan a thumbs up. "I'm completely convinced."
Qinchuan smiled and did not say anything. He was naturally satisfied. Sometimes, this was the only way for a man to be satisfied.
Qinchuan's cooking was naturally good. Many people in the Nantian Empire knew about it. Fan Qing Chen naturally knew about it too.
This time, Qinchuan roasted a big wild boar and roasted a wild rabbit at the side.
Very soon, the aroma was pulled out. The smell was really tempting. Zu Hao and the others naturally knew that Qinchuan would roast an entire wild boar for them to eat.
All of them were drooling.
Qinchuan got some natural spices and herbs.
This roast made many people lose their cool. The smell from Qinchuan's side made them all lose the mood to roast.
Just the smell alone had conquered them.
Food was the most important thing to the people. Even martial artists and half-saints had to eat and drink. Eating was the most basic enjoyment of life. It was the enjoyment of survival. It was an instinctive enjoyment of the body.
Very soon, it was cooked. Qinchuan smiled at Fan Qing Chen. "Do you want to eat that?"
"Anything is fine!"
Qinchuan picked up the wild rabbit, tore it off, and gave it to her.
When Qinchuan said that, the others immediately divided up the wild boar.
Each of them held a big piece of meat and took big mouthfuls of wine. That satisfied expression came from their mouths.
The surrounding people looked on enviously.
That refreshing aroma kept assaulting their taste buds.
The Eighth Prince's expression was ugly. He saw Fan Qing Chen holding a rabbit leg and eating it in small bites. Her small mouth was extremely sexy, and her jade-like face was flushed. She was still indescribably beautiful. Many people looked at Fan Qing Chen in a daze.
Food and sex were all gone.
It was a pity that they couldn't eat or have sex. The Eighth Prince looked at Qinchuan with extreme jealousy. He used to look down on chefs. No matter how good a chef was, he was still a chef. However, this person was able to practice cooking to such a level. It was really amazing and legendary.
However, a chef was a chef. You are so good at cooking, but your cultivation is definitely not good. Buddha Mountain Mystic Realm will be your burial place.
The Eighth Prince stared coldly at Qinchuan.
Qinchuan raised his head and looked at him. He smiled coldly, disdainfully, and sneered.
This made the Eighth Prince's blood boil. He couldn't wait to go up and kill Qinchuan. However, he looked at Fan Qing Chen and resisted this tempting thought.
"Yes, Mr. Qin's cooking can only be found in the heavens. We are really satisfied."
"Yes, it is really a great fortune to know Mr. Qin."
"I am an old man. To be honest, I have lived for more than half of my life. After eating this meal, I can die without regrets."
"Old man, you are too polite. When we return to the Nantian Empire, I will treat everyone to another meal." Qinchuan smiled.
"Good!" Everyone cheered.