Chapter 497: Hello, I’m looking for Baijing Street’s Traveling Sabersman (2/2)

Wenzhou City, Baijing Street. Song Shuhang's home.

Mama Song was sitting on the sofa and eating watermelon seeds while watching Korean dramas.

Papa Song was lying on the sofa, resting with his eyes closed.

According to today's news report, the people that had ended up on the deserted island after the plane crash had been already delivered to Shanghai City by the cruise s.h.i.+p of that mysterious nouveau riche. All the pa.s.sengers were currently on their way home.

Therefore, Papa Song applied for leave today, and Mama Song prepared a good meal very early. Now, they were waiting for Song Shuhang to return home.

”Ding dong~”

The sound of the doorbell echoed in the room.

”Is Shuhang finally back?” Papa Song immediately sprang to his feet; his actions were so quick that they hardly resembled those of someone of his age. Immediately after, he rushed toward the door with quick steps and opened it.

”Boy, you have finally returned… eh?” Halfway through his speech, Papa Song saw the person standing in front of the door and became speechless.

The person standing before his eyes wasn't Song Shuhang but a woman with a tall and slender figure.

Her having a tall and slender figure wasn't strange, what was strange were the clothes she was wearing. She was wearing one of those ancient red skirts, and it felt as though she was a fairy maiden that had come out of a historical movie.

It was quite hot during this period. Other than it looking strange, didn't she feel hot and stuffy with these clothes on?

”h.e.l.lo, may I ask who you are?” Papa Song asked.

The woman wearing that ancient red skirt blinked her eyes and asked, ”Excuse me, is this little friend Stressed by a Mountain of Books' home?”

In the instant she smiled, a very strong attraction spread from her body, and Papa Song's body uncontrollably moved in her direction… of course, it's not what you're thinking! Papa Song wasn't attracted by her beauty but was literally 'attracted' toward her, just like a piece of iron attracted by a magnet. Papa Song felt that he was unable to stand up firmly.

”Stressed by a Mountain of Books? What's that?” Papa Song was confused. At the same time, he felt as though his center of gravity had become a bit unstable and quickly leaned back.

”Oh? Wait a moment. Today is a different day.” The woman wearing the ancient red skirt took out her phone and gently swiped on its surface. Soon after, she raised her head and said earnestly, ”Is this Baijing Street's Traveling Sabersman's home?”

”Baijing Street's Traveling Sabersman? What the h.e.l.l is that?” Papa Song rubbed his temples. Recently, these youngsters liked to have fun in strange and bizarre ways. His train of thought just couldn't keep up with theirs. ”But this street is indeed called Baijing.”

”Oh, wait a moment… I forgot something very important.” The woman wearing the ancient red skirt swiped on the phone once more and started to quickly type something.

In the Nine Provinces Number One Group.

Fairy Firefly: ”It's very urgent! I need to ask something to the fellow daoists online. What's Baijing Street's Traveling Sabersman's full name? I can't recall it.”

Vice-Island Master Tian Tianwei: ”Who is Baijing Street's Traveling Sabersman?”

Dongfang Snow: ”Is it a new fellow daoist that was just added to the group?”

Fairy Firefly: ”No! I'm talking about that fellow daoist with seven names that's using a different one each day!”

Dongfang Snow: ”Oh~ you meant Fellow Daoist Seven Days!”

Dharma King Creation: ”What the h.e.l.l is this Fellow Daoist Seven Days? That little friend is just changing name each day, and that's it.”

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: ”Fellow Daoist Seven Days… this dao name is quite good. I like it! Moreover, Fairy Firefly, Baijing Street's Traveling Sabersman's full name is 'Song Shuhang'. Anyway, why are you asking this?”

Fairy Firefly: ”I just went to his place, and I think I met his father. However, I just couldn't recall to mind Baijing Street's Traveling Sabersman's full name! Anyway, I got it now! Many thanks, Northern River! ?”

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: ”...”

Fairy Firefly switched the phone off and raised her head once more, saying to Papa Song, ”h.e.l.lo, is this little friend Song Shuhang's home?”

”Oh, so you are Song Shuhang's friend!” Papa Song nodded his head. At the same time, he shot a glance at Fairy Firefly. She was a very attractive woman, and if we were talking about makings and appearance, she was comparable to that Miss Yu Rouzi from the previous time; both had their merits. The only thing was that her strange behavior and clothing.

What the h.e.l.l was that name just now, Baijing Street's Traveling Sabersman...

Wait a moment... is it possible that it's that cosplay and role-playing thing that youngsters like nowadays?

Papa Song didn't expect that Song Shuhang liked such things.

”Please, come in. Shuhang should be on his way back home from Shanghai City. He should arrive today. Did you need something from him since you were looking for him?” Papa Song warmly received the guest.

”Yes. Song Shuhang orderer a special product recently. The product has already arrived in Wenzhou City and was temporarily delivered to my place. I've heard that he was coming home. Therefore, I decided to come here to meet him personally and see if he had the time to move some of the merchandise,” Fairy Firefly said with a smile.

The thousand bags of spirit rice Song Shuhang ordered had already arrived in Wenzhou City and had been stored inside Fairy Firefly's empty multi-storied building. Moreover, Fairy Firefly had been entrusted by Venerable White to send Song Shuhang to s.p.a.ce.

She hadn't used this method to deliver people to s.p.a.ce for a very long time. Therefore, she was starting to get restless, itching to enter into action.

Fairy Firefly had already prepared a full set of astronaut equipment for Song Shuhang.

Now, she only had to wait for Song Shuhang to return home, move some of the spirit rice, and say goodbye to his family before shooting him into s.p.a.ce.

Papa Song sighed and asked, ”Special product? What kind of special product did he order this time? That boy…”