"Does she really think highly of me, or is she hinting to me that this thing is just treated as a favor, and not to think too much, so that I can keep a distance from Shangguan Laner in the future?"
No one could give Lin Yi an answer to this question. He could only suppress it in his heart for the time being, and leave it to the future to prove it. At present, there was only one thing that needed his attention most, and that was the casting plan that was already on the bow!
On the other hand, after the kidnapping incident, Shanghai Laner was directly grounded after being taken home by Shanghai Tianhua, and even the Little Curly Bear was strictly ordered not to step out of the house. | [2] [3] [w] [x]
With this lesson, no matter how hard Shanghai Laner racked her brains, she couldn't find an excuse to go out in a short time.
However, what made Shanghai Tianhua quite helpless was that even if she was locked up at home, she couldn't expect Shanghai Laner to concentrate on her cultivation. In addition to playing with the Little Curly Bear, she also had to take time to write letters to her best friend outside the north island. She was very busy.
Her best friend was the daughter of the owner of West Island — Ning Xuefei!
Birds of a feather flock together. Except for an extremely special case like Lin Yi, with Shanghai Laner's family background, even if she didn't have the temper and airs of a rich lady, ordinary people were destined not to be her close friends. They were at different levels, and they couldn't talk to each other as equals. Naturally, there was no pure friendship.
And in the whole Three Pavilions of North Island, there were very few people whose family background could be compared with that of Shanghai Laner. If the target was further locked on girls of the same age, it would be even more difficult to find them.
Therefore, almost all of Shanghai Laner's best friends were on the outer island, and Ning Xuefei was the closest one among them.
Different from North Island, West Island was not only a gathering place for female cultivators, but it still retained the legacy of the ancient matriarchal clan, and everything was decided by women. However, these female cultivators were very powerful, and they were not any weaker than the forces of the other sub-islands. Ning Xuefei's mother was the Island Lord of West Island.
In the five great islands of Heaven Rank, powerhouses came forth in large numbers and experts were as numerous as the clouds. Being able to become the master of an island, even if it wasn't the middle island, meant that she was one of the few experts of the five great islands of Heaven Rank. Moreover, she was a woman, yet she was able to become an overlord. The difficulty of this could be imagined.
In the ancient secular world, this Island Master of West Island was comparable to the Empress Wu Zetian, a legendary existence revered by countless people!
Strictly speaking, Ning Xuefei's background was even more powerful than Shanghai Laner's!
Of course, the main reason why the two of them could become best friends was that their personalities were compatible. As for his family background, they didn't care about it at all.
A while ago, Ning Xuefei wrote a letter saying that she was going to the Far North Island to attend the auction. Shanghai Laner thought that she would come to the North Island to play with her. However, her best friend didn't come, and she always felt regretful.
This time, in reply to Ning Xuefei's letter, Shanghai Laner told her all the depressing things that had happened to her recently, from the birthday party to the kidnapping this time. She said all of them in one go. Anyway, she was grounded at home and had nothing to do, so she simply shared them with her best friend.
It was really hard for her, a young lady who claimed that she couldn't write. After a whole day of writing, she wrote a lot of papers and finally roughly said all these things. She sent them out unwillingly.
A few days later, Shanghai Laner received Ning Xuefei's reply, and the content of the letter made her jump with joy. In the letter, Ning Xuefei said that she had gotten her mother's permission to come to the North Island to play with her!
Like Shanghai Laner, Ning Xuefei had very few best friends. Now, after hearing all the things that had happened to Shanghai Laner, as her best friend, she naturally had to come and comfort her. As for the research of the automatic casting mechanism, naturally, her other best friend, Han Jingjing, would take over.
Because she was grounded at home by her grandfather, Shanghai Laner was now depressed. But now, her mood was finally lifted again.
… …
Middle Island, Alchemy Hall.
Recently, there were two things that attracted the most attention in Alchemy Hall. One was the death of Zheng Tianjie, and the other was the Minghun between Tian Chan and Zheng Tianjie!
She was at the age of a flower and wearing a charming bride's dress. Every girl who loved to dream would think of such a scene many times. Even a cultivator who was infinitely close to becoming an Extraordinary Immortal would probably have the same thought at this time. They would only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals.
However, what if the Mr. Right in front of her was a cold corpse?
With the contrast of Zheng Tianjie's cold corpse, the more beautiful Tian Chan was, the more pitiful she looked in the eyes of others. Even those who did not have much of a relationship with her could not help but sigh for her.
If it were any other girl, no matter how bad the other party was, people would at most say that it was a flower stuck in a pile of cow dung. But Tian Chan, the Mr. Right, was not even comparable to a pile of cow dung in the eyes of ordinary people.
However, this was only the opinion of others. Tian Chan was very satisfied with this.
Although the Minghun with a dead person sounded very horrifying, as Zheng Tianjie's widow, Tian Chan had a lot of benefits. Not only would there not be anyone who did not have eyes to harass her, but her status in the Alchemy Hall would also rise.
Without so many complicated cultivation tasks and the need to participate in the Alchemy Hall's routine cultivation, compared to before the Minghun, Tian Chan's life was much more peaceful.
Deep in the core of the Alchemy Hall, there was an extremely special room. Inside lived a strange patient. Originally, with Tian Chan's identity as a normal disciple, she naturally could not enter easily. But now, whenever she was free, she would come to visit this person.
"Grandfather, how are you feeling today?" Tian Chan appeared at the door of the room again and greeted respectfully with a smile.
A slightly hoarse voice quickly came from inside the room. "I am not your grandfather. I have no relationship with the Tian family in the secular world. You do not have to purposely curry favor with me. I am now a cripple. No matter how much you try to curry favor with me, it is useless! Zheng Dongjue will not listen to me. If you want me to help you break off the engagement, you better give up! "
Tian Chan smiled slightly and said, "Grandfather, no matter what, you are Chan 'er's elder."
"Don't talk about elder. I am not your elder. It is hard to say whose seniority is between the two of us. Who knows, you might even be my sister!" The hoarse voice said impatiently.
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