Kapitel 143: Killing the Master

Tie Hanfeng had a good dream: he lived in a villa of the North City and was surrounded by countless gorgeous beauties. One bloke who looked like Slave Huan called him "dad".

As he was still immersed in his dream at the moment when he opened his eyes, he did not immediately recognize where he was.

"It really wasn't my house..."

Tie Hanfeng rubbed his eyes and observed his house thoroughly. This was the exact same stone cabin in the East Castle, and he was lying in his recliner, but everything was so... so clean.

Everything, including flagons, cups, spitballs, broken daggers and fallen chairs were all gone. It seemed like a hurricane just swept over this place.

The beddings were neat and the closet was sparkling.

Tie Hanfeng could recall a servant cleaning his residence in his dream. But who would do that in reality? He only had one apprentice, who was once a servant but knew nothing about cleaning.

He stood up and walked out his room.