Mo Xie once heard such a saying: "If she is not deeply involved in the world, take her to see the prosperity of the world, and if her heart has been vicissitudes, take her to ride the merry-go-round." ”

In those years, Mo Xie used to take it as a motto, but in those years, the money at his disposal in Mo Xie's pocket could neither support the 'prosperity of the world' nor sit on the 'merry-go-round'.

But he can afford it now.

Of course, Mo Ye is not interesting to Angel, because Angel looks too much like "Venus with a Broken Arm", which is beautiful, but Mo Ye's aesthetics can't keep up.

Besides, he is also a person who has lived for more than 20 years, and in these more than 20 spring and autumn periods, he has more or less a few favorite girls, and he has to stay with Zhou Xinyan and the things in the circle of the cultivation realm, and he does have plans to go back and pursue his beloved girl.

It's just that I don't know how much fate is left between the two sides.

Walking on the most prosperous commercial street in Jianye, the shops on both sides play all kinds of festive music, although it is currently the Spring Festival period, most of the shops are still open.

"Soup packets, twenty servings. ”

casually walked into a store and clicked on the recommended products that were deliberately red and bold on the price list in the store, Mo Xie had slightly changed his appearance before entering the city, so his appearance did not cause any unusual commotion.

If you ignore the three men and one woman who are obviously white-skinned, exotic, and strangely dressed behind him.

"Guest...... This twenty copies may ......"

The shopkeeper looked embarrassed.

Generally speaking, there are fewer customers who enter the store to order more than two soup dumplings per person, because first of all, the price of the soup dumplings in this store is not ordinary, and secondly, the size of the soup dumplings in this store is also very unusual.

One soup dumpling is enough to be the size of a sea bowl, one for each piece, and you can choose one of two types of soup or porridge.

It is very troublesome to eat soup dumplings, and even if you are a skilled hand in Jianye, it takes about a quarter of an hour to eat an average soup dumpling.

Spending at least a quarter of an hour dealing with a breakfast is a luxury, even in the New Year.

The store was surprised that Mo Ye and his party were so bold that they didn't look like the locals' ordering routine, and they were surprised that most of them were white, but after all, they were open to do business, and the business could not be turned off.

The store opened its mouth because there are currently less than 20 soup packets that can be cooked.

"Take as many as you want, this soup dumpling on this street is the most authentic. ”

Mo Xie took out a stack of red skins, about twenty or thirty sheets, and he stuffed the money into the shopkeeper's hand.

"Try to use your skills as much as possible, and if these foreign friends are happy, they don't need to look for the money. ”

The store didn't dare to accept this money, after all, with his many years of experience in Jianye Street, he had never seen anyone pay like this for breakfast. At the same time, the sentence "This soup dumpling on this street is the most authentic" fell into the ears of the store, which made him blush a little.

"Good, good. Yes. ”

He nodded and jumped into the back kitchen.

"Today, you don't have any other tasks, eat in the morning and play in the afternoon, you're welcome!"

Mo Ye pulled a few 'foreigners' to sit down, and there was a benefit during the Spring Festival - whether it was on the street or in the store, there were many fewer miscellaneous people, just like there were only two or three customers eating and drinking in this store except for Mo Ye and his party.

"No, no, no, as angels, we don't need to eat at all......"

A male angel was still shirking, and he didn't stop until he received a glare from Mo Ye.

"Eat, it's an order!"

Mo Xie shouted in a voice that was inaudible to the guests at the other table.

"Yes......"

The angels had no choice but to accept their fate.

"Here comes the soup buns!"

Maybe because of the Chinese New Year, there was only one person inside and outside the store, but because the soup dumplings were all prepared in advance and put into the steamer, Mo Xie and his party didn't wait long.

The store brought a total of fifteen soup dumplings, and Mo Xie took one and put it in front of him.

"Suck the soup first. ”

Take a chopstick in your hand, Mo Xiyun chopsticks are like a sword, the chopsticks fall in his hand, and he makes a hole in the skin of the soup bag without making a sound.

A scent of aroma accompanied by a hot white gas overflowed from the breach, and after 0:001 a second, Mo Ye keenly observed the stunned expressions on the faces of the angels.

"What is this...... why does it smell so good?"

For the first time in his life, a 'grunting' sound sounded in the throats of the angels in unison.

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In the end, the contest between ice and fire failed to really distinguish between the superior and the inferior, but between Zhou Xinyan and the young lady, there was a winner or loser.

"You lost. ”

The morning sun shone on the desert, and also on the countless wreckage of magic weapons planted in the sand.

The morning sun is red, and this red is also stained on the wreckage of this place.

Zhou Xinyan waited for his dawn.

There was only a few sickly flames left in his body, the purple color had receded, and wounds of all sizes crisscrossed his body, every place was frozen in ice.

The green lady's ice armor was also shattered to the only piece of the heart, and even the remaining ice armor showed signs of melting.

Although the battle between the two was short, it was more intense than all the previous fancy exchanges combined.

Zhou Xinyan gasped, he half-knelt on the sand dune, like a loser's usual posture.

The young lady was suspended in the air, and the morning sun shone on her, covering her with the glory of the victor.

However, this announcement did not sound from the sky.

Zhou Xinyan raised his head, and there was a smile on his face that seemed to be satisfied.

His shadow was stretched long in the nascent light of the rising sun, and he stretched out a hand, and his shadow stretched out a hand.

The real hand only grasped the air, but the 'hand' that existed as a shadow and an illusion grabbed a black shadow from the sand.

It was a sword, the shadow of a magic weapon that had been damaged in last night's battle.

This is just the beginning.

With Zhou Xinyan's action of reaching out, countless shadow hands split out from his shadow, and each hand grabbed a damaged magic weapon.

No, it should be said that these damaged artifacts are calling his shadow.

"You lost. ”

Zhou Xinyan said with a smile.

Under the control of the shadow hand, the shadows of the magic weapon quickly surrounded the shadow cast by the young lady on the ground, and at this moment, the winner has won and the loser has lost.

"I didn't expect it...... Zhou Xinyan, who had cultivated the highest technique of the fire system, "Yao Sun Jue", realized that the supernatural power was actually 'Shadow'...... That's right, I lost. ”

The young lady hung her head.