Be a Salted Fish In the Harem Text

After Luo Changhuai explained, Lin Qingyun still didn't understand.

"We didn't come out to play." She frowned and emphasized, but the two people on the opposite side nodded obediently, but they didn't seem to listen to a word. While Lin Qingyun felt it was absurd, she couldn't help feeling that "the outer door is the outer door". She ignored Luo Changhuai and the two, got up and left.

"Senior Sister Luo." A trace of worry appeared on Wen Xixue's face.

Luo Changhuai said calmly: "Those things only happened in Yejinmen. If it was so dangerous in other places, everyone in Shanwu City would have been in danger and closed their doors. How can we see the excitement?"

"Eighteen people... why are they so big-hearted." Wen Xixue sighed, full of emotion.

Luo Changhuai said: "Naturally no one cares about outsiders." She looked up at the sky, and whispered, "I hope the two senior brothers can bring back news today."

Jin Jin knocked on the door of Fengliu, which was the place where Wuling was young.

The scorching wind of August blows down the flowers all over the ground, and walking in the fragrant Shanwu City is Mu Sheng's freedom.

From her knees to half a person's height, Achou's rapid growth seems to have stagnated, but this seems to be just right for Mu Sheng. So delicate and cute, walking on the street will not scare others.

Ah Chou's appearance did not frighten others, but attracted a lot of attention. The brave girl even threw handkerchiefs and fruits at A Chou—poor Mu Sheng had never experienced the "fruit throwing car", It was because of Achou that he was able to enjoy it all over the place. In Shanwu City, she couldn't collect the spirit stones like she did in Zongmen, and she fled with Achou in her arms under the overwhelming enthusiasm.

Only shortly after she left, a black-clothed nun wearing a half-golden mask suddenly appeared on the street. Sensing the faint breath around her, she frowned, and after thinking for a while, she still chased after her.

Shanwu City is smaller than Stargazing Immortal City at the foot of Zongmen Mountain, there is not even a street for monks to come and go, only treasure pavilions, but the things inside are cheaper than Stargazing Immortal City, even gold from the world can be used instead of spirit stones. Of course, the Golden Musheng never had a single ingot.

This time, he came here for a mission, and Mu Sheng was still wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Tianyan Sect. Baoge's servant was very discerning, and the drowsiness in his mind completely dissipated. He hurriedly led the way ahead, trying to dig out all the spiritual stones of this big customer.

The spiritual grass in the glazed cover exudes aura and vitality, and a small card underneath marks a price that makes Mu Sheng frown. The moment she saw the spirit grass, she was a little moved, but that enthusiasm was extinguished by the price. After a long time, she said, "Are there any seeds?"

The little servant asked in surprise, "My fellow alchemist is an alchemist?" Many high-level alchemists despised the bad spirit grass on the market, and bought seeds to plant them by themselves. Mu Sheng nodded calmly, and was led to another room by the servant. After seeing the price of the seeds clearly, the uncomfortable feeling that grabbed his heart completely dissipated.

Things in Shanwu City are cheap, so it's better to buy them all at once.

What she chose were all the spiritual seeds needed for some yellow-rank elixir, and there were so many types. This calculation turned out to have cost thousands of spiritual stones. Fortunately, she made a fortune during the Zongmen Grand Competition, otherwise she would not be able to afford such a wealthy person. Just when Mu Sheng was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly saw the solitary, bean-sized black spirit seed in the tray, and her footsteps wrinkled suddenly.

The servant followed her gaze, and said with a smile: "That, our shopkeeper got it from a secret realm one time. I don't know what kind of spiritual plant it is, but the spiritual energy on it has basically dissipated. The probability of survival is not high, and no one cares about it.”

Mu Sheng's eyes fell on the seed without moving for a moment, as if the spring breeze had blown by his ears, as if he heard the seed sprouting. She moved down to the price tag, three thousand spirit stones were worth all the seeds she had bought earlier.

Seeing that Mu Sheng seemed to have a thought, the boy stretched out his hand to touch the three thousand spirit stones, and said with a smile, "If fellow Taoist wants this seed, you can take two thousand spirit stones away." Dead seeds are useless even as fairy seeds. There are many alchemists in their Treasure Pavilion, but no one is willing to set their sights on this dark, worthless seed.

Mu Sheng's footsteps were stuck.

These two thousand spirit stones are like cutting flesh, she should turn around and leave immediately, but she didn't, she has already made a choice deep in her heart. If the spirit stone is gone, she can make money again, but the seed of her interest will be lost if she misses it.

Mu Sheng used the spirit stone to buy the spirit seed very coolly, but when she went out, she began to sigh again.

Achou in her arms twisted her body from side to side, rubbing her furry cheeks against Mu Sheng, silently comforting her.

After squandering the spirit stone, there will be a sense of boredom and unhappiness.

Mu Sheng stretched out his hand and rubbed Achou's head a few times, in the end, he suppressed the idea of ​​letting Achou "prostitute himself". As soon as she turned a corner, she entered the teahouse opposite, and they all said that a cup of green tea could calm the mind and calm down, and maybe it could relieve the anxiety in her heart.

Teahouses are not as lively as taverns, but they have nothing to do with the word "quiet".

The storyteller speaks hype, but the tea drinker listens mesmerizingly.

He was talking about the most popular "Kaitian Ji" in the world of cultivating immortals. This "heaven" is not the sky of mortals, but the sky of cultivators.

Heaven and earth are called gods by themselves, and all races are called immortals after Taoism. Six thousand years ago, the world of Kyushu was not connected, and there were gods but no immortals. The long years have allowed mortals to touch a trace of "Taoism", but they still lack the spiritual power to break through the limitations. In their own helplessness, they chose to pray to God, to the God of Destiny, Lord Lixiao and Lord Zhuyou, who are in charge of life and death. Afterwards, there was a vigorous death of the gods. After the gods died, huge spiritual power surged between the heaven and the earth, and the earth's energy rushed like a dragon.

The avenue is opened, the heaven and the earth are connected, and the price is the life of the gods.

"Is there really such a selfless god?" Mu Sheng muttered. She had heard this story since she was a child, but she had always been skeptical about it. At first, she would talk about her confusion, but she attracted all kinds of puzzled and condemning eyes. Slowly, she hid those thoughts deeply. Until this time I heard the familiar "Kaitianji" in the teahouse.

"Of course not." The sudden voice startled Mu Sheng.

Achou's voice is clear and immature, but these four words are cold and not similar.

Mu Sheng frowned and looked left and right, looking for the source of the sound. Finally, she saw a figure almost submerged in the black near the railing not far away. At this moment, this person is looking at himself steadily.

wrong! She was looking at Achou!

Mu Sheng suddenly became alert, his nerves were tense, and there was a coldness in those dark and pure eyes.