The Ai Ci dragged Dunta to a dark corner, her eyes full of murderous intent. She bared her snow-white teeth and warned him again, "… Don't mess with me again. Go back to your own territory immediately!"
Then, without waiting for Dunta to say anything, the Ai Ci disappeared into thin air.
Dunta didn't look surprised at all. He grimaced and touched the wound on his face, sucking in a sharp breath.
The Ai Ci was really ruthless. If those were just a few ordinary punches, it wouldn't have affected him at all. Unfortunately, the Ai Ci mixed in the power of magic.
They were the same kind, so she naturally knew how to really hurt Dunta. Besides, he was in the wrong and didn't have the heart to protect himself. Dunta smiled bitterly, then disappeared into thin air.
The Ai Ci reappeared in her own home.
Her new house was in the center of the city. It was two hundred square meters, and the elevator was in the house. The decoration was exquisite, and the location was excellent. It was high up and had a great view.
However, the price of housing in the capital was extremely high. Although the Ai Ci had saved up a lot of gold and hidden countless rare treasures in her old house, she couldn't sell those treasures.
The Ai Ci had a hobby of collecting things. She didn't collect priceless treasures, but things that she found interesting.
Therefore, the only thing she could spend in the end was gold. She spent a lot of gold to buy this house, and the Ai Ci was a little pained.
When she woke up, human society had developed to a point where there were too many new things waiting for her to explore.
And to explore this matter, one needed money.
She couldn't just sit around and eat. Although magic could solve many problems, as a good fairy with "five stresses and four beauties", she couldn't take advantage of humans like this. She couldn't reap without sowing. She had to be self-reliant!
It seemed that the matter of earning money was imminent.
The Ai Ci lay down on the soft two-meter-wide bed and rolled around comfortably. Since she was already lying on the bed, she might as well sleep. She could talk about earning money tomorrow.
This big bed was too comfortable. When the Ai Ci woke up refreshed, it was already two days later. If it wasn't for the strong desire to explore the new world in her heart, she would probably sleep for another hundred years.
She first looked out the window. It was a rare blue sky in the capital.
Without the smog, an outsider who forcibly joined the class, her mind was clear.
Although she didn't mind the smog, its existence more or less affected her personality. Two days ago, she beat up Dunta without saying much. On one hand, it was because of her hateful ex-boyfriend who had cheated on her. On the other hand, the smog was in the air. On the other hand, the smog in the air. She couldn't help but become more irritable. on the other hand, she didn't speak.
She was not the kind of violent demon who would attack without saying a word.
Lying on the bed, Ai Ci slowly turned on the TV.
A sweet female voice immediately sounded in the room. "The 90s starlet Yang Cai'ning had a birthday dinner last night. Half of the entertainment industry's photos were posted on Weibo. As the new starlet with the most momentum recently …"
The Ai Ci changed the channel uninterestedly. The voice immediately turned into a rigid male voice. "Recently, a student from our country who went to America spoke as a student representative at the entrance ceremony. He claimed that the air in our country is terrible, and the air in America is very sweet …"
The Ai Ci immediately sat up straight.
The air in America? That bastard Dunta? Sweet?
"Pfft —"
She sneered and curled her lips. She took out her new phone and began to browse Weibo.
The Ai Ci hadn't been awake for long, but she learned how to use these new technologies in human society very quickly.
As expected, Weibo exploded with comments about the sweet air in America.
Although the air pollution in China was a sin created by humans and the Ai Ci didn't care, she couldn't stand being humiliated like this.
Before the Ai Ci could come up with an idea to establish her authority, her expression suddenly changed.
She jumped lightly and stood on the bed. A gust of wind blew in from the window, making her nightgown flutter. The books on the table flipped quickly, and the small wooden stool that kept moving into the room scraped against the wooden floor, making ear-piercing sounds.
The Ai Ci narrowed her eyes. Her expression was solemn. She slowly raised her hand and grabbed the air.
"Hiss —"
Someone in the air gasped. Then, a graceful figure slowly appeared in front of the Ai Ci.
A blonde beauty stood in front of the Ai Ci's bed. She held her arm and frowned slightly. She looked pitiful. If there was a man with weak willpower present, he would definitely feel sorry for her and smoothen her brows.
The Ai Ci's eyes were sharp. She said word by word, "You Ruopei, didn't anyone tell you that you have to knock before entering someone's house?"
You Ruopei's voice was soft and a little coquettish. "We've known each other for so many years. Do I still need to knock?"
Seeing that the Ai Ci was still staring at her fiercely without a trace of compromise, You Ruopei bit her lip. Forget it. This was the Ai Ci's territory. She couldn't beat the Ai Ci. It was better to lower her head.
"I'm sorry, Ai Ci. I won't do it again."
Then, You Ruopei asked tentatively, "I heard that Dunta came to look for you two days ago?"
The Ai Ci was a little impatient. How long had it been since she woke up? Why was everyone coming to disturb her instead of staying in their own territory? And it was all because of that old incident.
The Ai Ci said, "I gave him a beating and chased him away. If you want to get back together with him, go find him yourself. Why are you here?"
You Ruopei had only come to find out the Ai Ci's attitude towards Dunta. When she saw the impatience in the Ai Ci's eyes at the mention of Dunta, she was immediately relieved.
You Ruopei continued in her gentle voice. "I don't plan to get back together with him for the time being. I just don't want you to be stuck between the two of us anymore. I'm sorry for what happened back then."
The Ai Ci waved her hand. "Alright, alright. You two can solve your own problems. Anything that involves me is a matter of the past. I'll be fine as long as you don't bother me again."
You Ruopei smiled. It was like a hundred flowers blooming and a warm breeze caressing her face. "I understand. I'll take my leave now. Goodbye." With that, her figure gradually faded and disappeared.
At the same time, the curtains that had been blown up by the strong wind suddenly stopped moving. The book on the table was flipped to an unknown page, and the chairs and slippers on the floor were scattered all over the place.
The Ai Ci did not ask You Ruopei, who had come all the way from Europe, to stay. She slowly got off the bed, glanced at the mess in the room, and waved her hand casually.
The curtains gently fluttered again. A gentle but powerful wind shuttled through every corner of the room as if it had a mind of its own, pushing the scattered things back to their original positions. The furnishings in the room were immediately tidied up.
The Ai Ci slowly brewed a pot of tea for herself. She did not drink it. Instead, she held it in her hands and sniffed its fragrance. She closed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. The dimples at the side of her mouth were faintly discernible.
Those who knew her well would know that this was the moment she enjoyed the most other than sleeping.
The Ai Ci liked pleasant smells.
When the tea was completely cold, and the fragrance had almost dissipated, the Ai Ci put down the cup and began to change her clothes.
She changed into a champagne-colored dress and gracefully put on a pair of earrings. Then, she carefully looked at herself in the mirror. She walked back and forth a few times while holding the hem of her dress. Finally, the corners of her mouth curled up in satisfaction.
Then, she raised her hand, and a painting scroll flew from the coffee table to her. She caught it firmly in her hand. Before she left, the Ai Ci glanced at the growing shopping list that was pasted on half of the fridge. She secretly made up her mind.
From today onwards, she would try her best to earn a small amount of money.
Then, she would be able to buy whatever she wanted!
**
In the alley in front of the calligraphy and painting market.
As soon as the Ai Ci got out of the taxi, she heard a shout behind her, "Robbery! Someone is robbing us! "
Before she could move, someone bumped into her back heavily. Ai Ci staggered, and the scroll on her back was knocked to the ground with a "plop" sound. It rolled into a large puddle of water with two "gulu" sounds.
The Ai Ci's hand that was trying to catch the painting scroll paused in mid-air. It was as if she saw her own small amount of money soaked and soaked in water. Her expression was sorrowful.
She slowly straightened her back.
Very good. He destroyed her painting scroll and made her unable to earn money. He even dared to bump into her and made her posture less elegant.
He touched two of her reverse scales. It was the robber's bad luck.
In the blink of an eye, the passers-by did not see how this overly beautiful woman moved at all. The Ai Ci had already caught up with the robber. She jumped up, and her skirt drew a beautiful arc. Then, she kicked the robber's back.
With a plop, the robber fell to the ground and screamed, "Ouch!"
The onlookers seemed to have just reacted. They swarmed forward and firmly restrained the robber.
The Ai Ci stood casually at the side. Her back was straight, and her left hand was placed on her right hand. Her posture was as elegant as a socialite's daughter. It was impossible to tell that she was a strange woman in a dress who kicked a robber over.
The victim finally caught up. He was an old man with gray hair. He panted and thanked everyone, "Thank you, everyone. Thank you."
Someone picked up the bag that had fallen on the ground, patted the dust on it, and handed it back to the old man. "Sir, you have to carry the bag inside. Be careful."
"Oh, thank you."
The old man hugged the bag and turned around. He wanted to thank the Ai Ci solemnly again.
The Ai Ci looked at him indifferently. Her gaze paused.
Her forehead was full, and she had the face of a treasure bowl. However, there was a faint black line on her forehead.
This person was rich, but he was also a disaster.
The Ai Ci curled her lips.
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