Elf: I, the Lord of Ghosts, lead the Night Parade of Hundred Ghosts

"Order it right now!"

Lin Qing, who was eager to eat the melon, immediately handed the tablet for ordering food to Xia Chan after hearing this.

"You order, you've made a lot of food guides before.

I'll eat whatever you order, and the guest should follow the host's wishes." Seeing this, Xia Chan pushed the tablet back in front of Lin Qing and said.

"Okay." Lin Qing did not refuse. He picked up the tablet computer, quickly selected a variety of dishes, and chose to place an order.

While waiting for the food to be served, Lin Qing said again: "When you fight Ling Ye, you must take me with you. I want to see the world!"

"Unfortunately, our battle is over." Xia Chan responded after taking a sip of the free watermelon juice.

"Ah? When?" Lin Qing was disappointed and asked unwillingly.

"About an hour ago." Xia Chan said without thinking.

"How was it? Did you win or did he win?" Lin Qing was very concerned about the outcome of the battle.

"Of course it's me." Xia Chan said as a matter of course.

"Hello, excuse me, your meal is now served."

While the two were talking, a wide variety of dishes were brought in by Hedi Lao staff on a cart.

The dishes were served, and under Lin Qing's questioning, Xia Chan gave him a brief account of the battle and the luxury of Lingtian Gym while eating.

During the process, he deliberately concealed the existence of telepathy, and only said that he and the dream demon were more skilled and won the final victory.

"As expected of you, Brother Chan. Even the heir of the Red Star Gym is no match for you and the Dream Demon. You are awesome!"

"You are now the strongest trainer in the first year of high school. I don't think anyone dares to question it!"

Lin Qing's blood boiled after hearing this and he praised Xia Chan and Meng Yao repeatedly.

"It's just an empty title. Don't spread the news of my fight with Ling Shu." Xia Chan swallowed a mouthful of shrimp paste and warned Lin Qing.

"Why? This is a great opportunity to clear your name!" Lin Qing asked puzzledly.

Because Xia Chan expressed his love to Ling Ye Lingbo every day, he had been subjected to a lot of rumors and gossip during this period, including those saying that he was a toad wanting to eat swan meat, that he wanted to live off his wife, and that he was shameless for pestering Ling Ye.

The school is large, but information flow is also very strong. The ubiquitous and developed network is an excellent way to spread all kinds of rumors. As a good friend of Xia Chan, Lin Qing sees and hears everything.

Now that Xia Chan has defeated Ling Shu, it is a good opportunity to prove himself. Why should he give up?

"I don't care what others say about me." Xia Chan waved his hand while holding the chopsticks, saying nonchalantly.

He only cares about the resentment value and doesn't feel anything about other people's negative comments about him.

"Do you love her so much? You would go to such lengths to save her brother's face!" Lin Qing looked at Xia Chan with admiration and said.

"what?"

When Xia Chan heard Lin Qing's imagination, he almost spit out the watermelon juice he had just drunk.

"Isn't that so? Why then?" Lin Qing put down his chopsticks, looking like he was determined to get to the bottom of the matter.

"That's it. Give me some face and stop talking." Xia Chan didn't want to continue this topic and said helplessly, pretending to be exposed.

"Alas, Brother Chan, you...even a hero can be tempted by beautiful women!" Lin Qing couldn't help sighing upon seeing this.

Originally, he wanted to ask Xia Chan how to pursue love, but now it seems that he should forget it. He does not have as firm a belief as Xia Chan.

"Stop talking about this and eat!" Xia Chan drank half a cup of watermelon juice, then "sadly" picked up a lucky bag of crab roe and put it into his mouth, as if turning his sorrow into appetite.

Seeing Xia Chan's expression, Lin Qing was very tactful and stopped talking about Ling Ye. He ate while chatting with Xia Chan about the issue of cultivating elves.

Time passed quickly as they ate and talked. When Lin Qing paid the bill and the two of them walked out of the river to fish, it was already 2:30 in the afternoon.

Xia Chan and Lin Qing then went to a nearby elf props store together. As the prices of the goods inside were too high, the two of them just strolled around for a while to digest the food in their stomachs and left empty-handed.

After that, the two visited a few more places and parted at a fork in the road.

After returning home, Xia Chan first released the dream demon, then changed her clothes that had been soaked with the smell of hot pot and threw them into the washing machine.

While the washing machine was washing the clothes, he also went into the bathroom, rinsed his body, and changed into clean pajamas.

Lying on the sofa, Xia Chan felt a little lazy. He didn't want to study and just wanted to relax.

After an inner struggle, he decided to give himself a day off and study all day tomorrow. After all, studying requires a combination of work and rest!

"Comfortable~" Lying on the bed, Xia Chan stretched his body, enjoying the feeling of the breeze blowing through the window, feeling very comfortable.

"Mmmmm~" (Summer Cicada~)

Xia Chan was enjoying a relaxing rest when Meng Yao, who was watching TV in the living room, floated to his side humming softly.

Today is also the dream demon's day off. It is watching horror movies in the living room and eating delicious ordinary-level ghost energy cubes, feeling very comfortable.

"What's wrong? Little dream demon." Xia Chan leaned his head on the pillow, stopped fiddling with his phone, turned around and asked.

"Mmm?" (When will my cell phone arrive?)

"Your cell phone...will arrive tonight!" Xia Chan then remembered that he had not bought a cell phone for Meng Yao yet.

But if he buys it now, it should be delivered in the evening.

After hearing Xia Chan's answer, the dream demon floated away contentedly.

After Meng Yao left, Xia Chan immediately opened the Lingjian software and placed an order to buy a mid-range version of Weihua mobile phone for more than 2,000 yuan.

Huawei mobile phones are far ahead, even the mid-range Huawei mobile phones have been used by the last dream demon.

After completing the order, Xia Chan came to the living room and used the infrared scanning function of the Lingjian software to detect the energy level of the dream demon and upload it.

Not long after, the upload was completed, Meng Yao's information was updated, and he was promoted to a first-grade ordinary trainer, and could enjoy more benefits than when he was a beginner.

After the information was updated, Xia Chan returned to the bedroom, lay on the bed, opened Lingbo, and looked through the latest hot news.

Most of them were news about battles between trainers at the Elite level and above, as well as some gossip about well-known trainers. Xia Chan basically knew the content of the news just by taking a glance at the title without clicking on the link.

After browsing for a while, Xia Chan didn't see any hot news that interested him, so he opened his personal homepage.

1023 followers.

Not only has his number of fans not increased for two days, it is also showing a downward trend.

Xia Chan didn't care much about it. After all, he didn't want to be an internet celebrity, and the number of fans didn't mean anything to him.

What concerns him is that the decline in fans means that the popularity of the content he publishes is continuing to decline.

In recent days, especially today, the resentment points he collected through the spiritual blog content were only a pitiful few hundred. Including the resentment points that were not converted yesterday, it was barely over a thousand, enough to be converted into 1 amplification point.

"This is not a solution..."

"Do you want to give up Ling Ye as a tool and find another way?"

"still……"

Xia Chan looked at the few comments under the spiritual blog content released today and the number of resentment points on the system interface in his mind, and fell into deep thought.