Fu Heshu stood stunned. Why on earth would Chen Wanli suddenly offer to treat them to noodles?
As he turned his head, he saw Cang Jingliang, whose face was now as pale as a sheet, tense as a string about to snap. Fu Heshu felt a jolt of terror; they were already walking a tightrope before the King of Hell—if anything else went wrong, he doubted they would make it out alive.
"Is there something wrong with the noodles? I made them myself; no one else touched them."
Chapter 273