Chapter 165
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The shadow danced in ecstasy.
(The skill of making apricot cake, get √)
Chapter 71: Paramita
Ye Yunlan stood under the umbrella held by Shen Shu. He glanced at Rong Ran quietly and walked away.
Rong Ran didn't seem to care at all. Feeling Ye Yunlan's indifference, he maintained a gentle smile on his pale face.
He stared at Ye Yunlan's body with fascination, as if he wanted to see through every inch of Ye Yunlan's skin and insides through his white clothes.
Was he blind? He was too presumptuous. Shen Shu's footsteps paused slightly. He glanced at Rong Ran and gave him a deep warning look. He raised his right hand that wasn't holding the umbrella and made a choking gesture.
Rong Ran's smile finally froze. He remembered the experience of being stepped on by Shen Shu two years ago. He still couldn't figure out where Shen Shu's strange power came from, but he still swallowed instinctively and didn't continue to pester him. He watched the master and disciple leave.
They were about half a head apart. They both held the same umbrella, but it seemed like they were very close? Very close.
And this intimacy should have belonged to him.
Rong Ran stood alone in the drizzle with the umbrella, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
He reached out and touched his left chest, clenching it slightly. The slight pain caused by the Gu worms swimming inside made him feel at ease.
His Nightingale was going to return to him. He thought.
There's more? Shen Shu — —
He dared to humiliate him like this in Tianchi Mountain. This time in the Netherworld Secret Realm, he must die without a burial place!
Thunder flashed across the sky, illuminating Rong Ran's pale face. There's more? The figure in his eyes was gradually fading away.
…
Deep Star City was bustling with noise and excitement. It was called the Twin Cities of Heaven and Earth.
Through the Deep Star Bridge that mortals couldn't see, one would enter the "Sky City" of Deep Star City, which was an island floating in the air. The biggest island in Deep Star City? It was a famous market for cultivators, "Tianluo Square", where cultivators from the East Continent and the South Border traded with each other.
In the underground city, mortals and cultivators lived together. Private fights were prohibited in the underground city. Otherwise, they would be forcibly stopped by the city guards.
The city lord of Deep Star City was said to be a strong person who had transcended mortality. Although he wasn't on the Sky List, ordinary people had to give this city lord some points. Face.
What Ye Yunlan wanted this time was only the Soul-attracting Flower in the Netherworld Secret Realm, but he had seen some in the Tianluo Workshop? It was a pretty good magic tool and talisman, and he bought it with spirit stones. It was enough to deal with all kinds of unexpected situations in the secret realm. He also bought a hedgerow, which could block many troubles.
When the market was over, the two of them headed straight for the city, looking for a restaurant to have lunch.
Compared to Heaven City, Earth City was filled with the smell of smoke and fire. Everywhere was filled with the sound of hawking. Whereas True Cultivators mostly gathered in Heaven City where the spiritual energy was dense, it was rare to see one or two in Earth City.
"Selling sweet cakes! Green bean cake, red bean cake, and pea cake? We have everything, from sesame cakes, walnut cakes, peach cakes and red date cakes. Don't miss them! "
Shen Shu's footsteps paused. He tilted his head and said with a smile, "Disciple happens to be hungry. I want to buy some sweet cakes for Shizun to try later."
Saying this, he put the? He handed the umbrella to Ye Yunlan and walked up to talk to the shopkeeper.
Ye Yunlan nodded slightly and took the umbrella.
The breeze blew through the white veil on the hedgerow, and the rain was falling. He felt a slight chill.
Was it the air of Nanjiang in early spring? It was warm and humid, but ordinary people would not feel cold. He felt this way because he had been sick for a long time. Now his body was even worse than ordinary people.
Next to the shop selling cakes was a fortune-telling stall. Behind the table sat an old Taoist in a gray robe who was slowly fanning himself. Next to him was a white banner with a few lines of words dripping with ink, "Iron Mouth Can Predict Three Lives? Everything can be determined with a divination. "
Then he saw a few words on the old Taoist's fan, "Does Love Count?"
Ye Yunlan did not believe in fate at first, but later he had to. Although he believed in it, he was not confused. He had passed the time of arrogance. He returned to the human world empty-handed, and he was already prepared to welcome his end.
Therefore, he only glanced at the fortune-telling stall and then looked away.
But the old Taoist who was fanning himself had stopped. He touched his long beard and smiled at Ye Yunlan, "Benefactor, I see that you have fate. But I don't know if you have it? If you are not interested, let me tell your fortune? "
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