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Chapter 1907

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No one present knew that Zhen Xiaoxiao was carrying a Li Yan Absolute Crystal Mushroom worth fifty thousand divine silver.

Because he had just gotten the Crystal Mushroom and had almost figured out the way to catalyze them, Zhen Xiaoxiao was in a good mood at this time. Even if he wasted some on the chicken demons, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Who knew that she would cry poor …

The guinea fowl, who had just gotten a benefit and was hoping for another round, had a sad expression on her face …

It wasn't easy to find an interesting gambling friend, but she said that because of the reality … she couldn't gamble anymore. How could she not be sad?

Gritting her teeth, the guinea fowl plucked a feather from her armpit and forcefully stuffed it into Zhen Xiaoxiao's hand.

"Go to the Ten Tao Squares. Take this storage item and wander around for a while. If you are lucky enough to meet the Star Meeting, you must go inside and have a look!"

"Wow! The boss plucked a feather! "

"Isn't the boss known to be stingy?"

"My God, that feather will take a year to grow back. The boss is bleeding a lot this time!"

After dropping the feather, the guinea fowl didn't care about Zhen Xiaoxiao at all and left with her team. However, the excited chatter of the flock still clearly reached Zhen Xiaoxiao's ears.

This feather …

Is it special?

Star Meeting … What the hell is that?

Zhen Xiaoxiao stared at the wooden stove and Qian Kuaolai in a daze. However, these two, one claimed to be a troublemaker who had been mingling with the underworld for many years, and the other claimed to be a direct disciple of the Qian family with business all over Liyan, shook their heads blankly under her inquiring gaze.

Star Meeting?

Never heard of it!

In any case, the wooden stove was saved. Although it cost two hundred divine silver in vain, Zhen Xiaoxiao, who was holding a feather, faintly felt that the two hundred divine silver seemed to be well spent.

Everyone cheered up again. After watching the tyrannical chickens leave, they strode into the Ten Tao Squares.

Buzz! Buzz!

It formed a sharp contrast with the quiet Human-gang Secret Realm.

A shadow flashed in front of them, and an extremely noisy noise suddenly entered their ears.

There were the sounds of hawking along the street, the sounds of servants welcoming customers on the street, the sounds of teahouses and wine shops bustling with people, and the sounds of birds chirping drifting out of some small window, as well as the sounds of people fighting in narrow alleys.

Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes flashed, and the road beneath his feet turned into a bluestone path. In front of him were houses of various heights. The roads were intricate, with some wide and some narrow. Sometimes, there were five or six branches at an intersection, and the style of the houses were also different.

The red-roofed ancient wooden building with high eaves and the insect nest made of stones were neighbors. The waterside pavilion with its exquisite railings and jade-built walls, and the altar with a pointed roof full of otherworldly reliefs … This absurd combination created the unique style of the Ten Paths Square.

"Oh my god, why is this place so chaotic?"

Mu Ziming, who was used to the Mu family's simple and elegant taste, felt a little suffocated when she saw this scene. Especially with her beautiful appearance, as soon as she appeared on the street, she inexplicably attracted the bold peeping and flirting gazes of many cultivators, which made her even more annoyed and ashamed!

"Ah … I'm home!"

Snorting fiercely, the wooden stove took a deep breath. His expression was completely different from Mu Ziming's nervousness and restraint.

So comfortable.

The air was filled with the smell of chaos, cosmetics, blood, and poison … all with the smell of freedom!

"Let's go, uncle will take you to make a lot of money!"

The bad memory of being ganged up on by a group of chickens had long been tossed to the back of his mind.

Mu Chen lightly patted the storage pouch on his waist. He puffed out his chest and strode forward valiantly with his feet splayed out in front of him.

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