"That … I don't have that much money on me right now …"
A big drop of cold sweat rolled down Eight-cloud Ink's head.
"Eh? No money? "
Ling Meng's expression suddenly became even more unfriendly.
"You dare to play with me!?"
Feeling the spiritual pressure from Ling Meng's body, Eight-cloud Ink sighed and said, "Wait until I have money, I will immediately donate 100,000 yuan to the shrine, okay?"
Hearing Eight-cloud Ink's words, Ling Meng felt very conflicted.
Firstly, Yukari always teased her (Mythological Beast) whenever she had nothing to do. Now that she could finally vent her anger on her brother, Ling Meng really did not want to give up this opportunity. But if she beat him up too much, wouldn't the 100,000 yuan be gone?
That was 100,000 yuan!
After struggling for a long time, Ling Meng finally asked, "How long do you need?"
"About … a week should be enough?"
Eight-cloud Ink said tentatively.
In fact, with his level of strength as a demon, as long as he left the Fantasy Village and went to the human world, it would be very easy to obtain human currency.
One day was enough.
And human currency could be used in the Fantasy Village.
But to be on the safe side, he subconsciously gave himself more time.
Unexpectedly, Ling Meng frowned and snorted, "A week? Okay, but you have to include the interest. 100,000 yuan a day, 700,000 yuan a week later! "
Eight-cloud Ink almost vomited blood.
Your interest rate is too frightening!!
But in this situation, he had no choice but to agree.
After being beaten up by Ling Meng, his elder sister did not come out. It was obvious that Yukari was prepared to watch a good show …
Sure enough, his elder sister was black …
"Okay, I promise you …"
Eight-cloud Ink propped himself up and sat up. After feeling that his body had recovered a little, he raised his head and looked at Ling Meng.
"Is this good?"
"That's more like it!"
Ling Meng snorted softly and flew into the air, turning into a red light and flying away.
Seeing Ling Meng fly away, Eight-cloud Ink heaved a sigh of relief. He stood up and frowned as he looked at his dusty clothes.
Eight-cloud Ink hadn't paid much attention to Ling Meng earlier because she had given him too much pressure. Now that Ling Meng had left, Eight-cloud Ink felt extremely uncomfortable as he looked at his filthy body.
Eight-cloud Ink's demonic energy flowed and cleaned up the dirty goods on the surface of its body. Eight-cloud Ink returned to its usual elegant and graceful appearance.
"Aiya, the little brother from the Yakun family is so pitiful …"
Marisa, who had been hiding far away, bounced back again. With her hands behind her back, she leaned forward and looked at Eight-cloud Ink with a smile.
"I was extorted by Ling Meng!"
"Who did I do all this for?" Ba Yun Mo said in annoyance, "If it wasn't for you, black and white, pestering me, how could I have attracted Ling Meng over …"
"That's none of my business …"
Marisa waved her hand with a gloating expression on her face.
"Little Brother, your elder sister made Ling Meng hot, so she's taking it out on you!"
Eight-cloud Ink was embarrassed.
Speaking of which, the reason was because of Ling Meng's words of "damned moldy old hag".
Because of this sentence, his "forever seventeen years old" elder sister had angrily taught Ling Meng a lesson. Ling Meng couldn't find Purple, so she could only take it out on him …
Eight-cloud Ink felt that he was too innocent.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll go first. I still have to go outside the Fantasy Village to get seven hundred thousand …"
After going through so many things, Eight-cloud Ink felt a little tired and missed Blue Black Tea.
"Hey hey! Wait a minute! " Marisa suddenly reached out and pulled Eight-cloud Ink's sleeve. Her eyes flashed as she said, "You want to go outside the Fantasy Village? Can you bring back some good things for me? "
The people and demons that lived inside the Fantasy Village's Fantasy Village generally wouldn't go outside the Fantasy Village.
In other words, most of the people and demons had no way to leave the Fantasy Village.
Of course, there were naturally exceptions.
For example, Ba Yun and Ba Yun who were demons.
Although Marisa could leave the Fantasy Village, it was more troublesome for her to pass through the Fantasy Village as a mage. The girl spent almost all her energy on practicing magic (stealing), so she wouldn't leave the Fantasy Village unless it was necessary.
"Oh? What do you want? "
Eight-cloud Ink raised his eyebrows at Marisa. He didn't mind this matter.
Marisa stretched out her right index finger and put it on her lips. She tilted her head and thought for a long time. Finally, she said, "Anything is fine! As long as it's something new and interesting. "
"Okay …"
Looking at the cute Marisa, Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
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House of the Lost.
As soon as he came back, Eight-cloud Ink said to Blue, "Blue, where is elder sister?"
"Welcome back, Young Master Mo."
Blue gently bowed.
"Lord Purple is waiting for you in the courtyard."
Eight-cloud Ink nodded and then went straight to the courtyard.
After passing through a long corridor, Eight-cloud Ink came to the courtyard.
Purple was sitting under a cherry blossom tree in the courtyard and tasting Blue's black tea. When she saw Eight-cloud Ink come, she raised her head and said with a smile, "How is it? How does Mo 'er feel about Ling Meng? "
"Come to think of it, this is the second time I've met Hongbai …" Yakumo walked to the opposite side of Yukari and sat down. She thanked Yukari who handed her a cup of black tea. "Sister, you've made me suffer …"
"Ah la …"
Purple opened his fan with a "pa" sound and covered half of his pretty face. His purple eyes were full of ridicule.
"Is Mo 'er blaming me? It's so sad, so sad … "
Although he knew that his elder sister was joking with him, Eight-cloud Ink still shook his head and said with a bitter smile, "Elder sister misunderstood. I can't be angry with elder sister no matter what."
Seeing that Purple was still looking at him with a smile, Eight-cloud Ink sighed.
"I think elder sister already knows. I'm going to go outside the barrier."
"Seven hundred thousand! We all understand! "
Purple's words made Eight-cloud Ink's face become awkward.
"Can we not talk about seven hundred thousand? Just talking about it makes me cry … "Eight-cloud Ink took a sip of black tea with a bitter face.
Purple closed her folding fan and said, "Mo 'er, it's okay to go out. You've been staying in the House of the Lost for three years. It's not good for you to stay for too long."
Eight-cloud Ink lowered his head in agreement, but he did not notice the strange smile on his elder sister's face.
"You can go out and play more this time. We can do something to the barrier so that no matter how long you play outside, Mo 'er, you'll only be back for seven days. So, seven hundred thousand is enough …"
Eight-cloud Ink was shocked. He ignored the seven hundred thousand that Purple mentioned and asked, "Elder sister, you want me to stay outside for a while?"
During the three years in the House of the Lost, Eight-cloud Ink also observed the outside world through the gaps. It was just an ordinary human world that was almost no different from the Blue Planet before he reincarnated.
There was no mystery to speak of.
What was so fun about such an ordinary world?
"Speaking of which, we have some clues about the ball of light in your spirit sea, Mo 'er!" Purple did not directly answer Eight-cloud Ink's question. Instead, she changed the topic.
Eight-cloud Ink's interest was immediately piqued.
"Mo 'er, you should have guessed that the grimoire is related to Chang' e."
"That ball of light is actually a 'fantasy seed'."
Fantasy seed?
What's that?
Eight-cloud Ink looked at Purple in front of him and quietly waited for her explanation.
"All sentient beings in the world will have a certain amount of influence on the world as a whole."
"Although the impact of a single individual is weak, if countless individuals have the same idea, then the impact will be huge."
"For example, the source of power of many monsters living in the Fantasy Village is the fear of monsters."
"And that fantasy seed can absorb the power of fantasy, enlarge the sentient creatures' ideas, and finally create a new existence … or even open up a new world!"
"Open up a new world!?" Eight-cloud Ink was shocked. Opening up a new world was not as simple as his elder sister setting up a barrier to build the Fantasy Village.
In the legends, those who could open up a new world were the powerful gods who stood at the top of thousands of creatures!
For example, Pan Gu.
"I don't believe that Chang 'e could create such a brilliant fantasy seed."
"Judging from the Huaxia Immortal God System that Chang 'e belongs to, the real author of that book should be an ancient god in the Huaxia Immortal System."
"Of course, these are not important. What's important is that Mo 'er, as a realm monster, you are born to control realms, and your soul comes from a human in the Huaxia Immortal System. This special combination makes you perfectly compatible with this fantasy seed."
"Through it, you can use the sentient creatures' ideas to go to many fantasy worlds."
Go to fantasy worlds that did not originally exist!
Eight-cloud Ink stared at Purple in front of him in a daze for a long time.
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