I've seen monsters who don't know the way, but for the first time, I know that the immortals also don't know the way, which makes the little monsters who are a little worried about Lingshuang even more uneasy.

"Hey, can you be self-reliant outside? Are you sure you're not bluffing me? The little monster looked at Ling Shuang with a slight headache, and then looked at the faint sights around her, and was not sure that she would be able to survive here.

Ling Shuang, who was obviously aware of his despised, shook his head helplessly and bitterly, he was not sure if he could get his own place in this powerful Fang City.

To say that Ling Shuang's luck is not bad, although the cultivation of this little monster is not high, at most one level higher than Ling Shuang, but with his spirit of hard work and never flinching, it is also registered in front of Wu Yi'an, there is such a little guy who thinks about Ling Shuang, I believe that even if others do not come forward, Ling Shuang will not be wronged much in this market.

Looking at Ling Shuang, who was obviously a little unconfident, the little monster just sighed, didn't say anything more, but told her to hurry up and return to the stall owner's position, not to leave easily before dawn, and hurriedly went back to find her marshal to ask the reason.

Ling Shuang was alone, sitting in the stall owner's position, watching as the sky gradually darkened, the originally bustling Fang Market, as if there was some flood beast, expelling those people except the stall owner, and soon, as far as she could see, except for the stall owners who were honestly sitting in their stalls, there was no longer the hustle and bustle of the day.

Looking at the change in the gap around him for some reason, a strange thought came to his mind, and Ling Shuang had to pay attention to the bearded man who brought him, and the little monster who had just left before dark, and the words of his own advice.

Before Ling Shuang could figure out what was wrong with this, she saw a pale blue light slowly coming from the distance, gradually covering the place where she was sitting.

At the beginning, Ling Shuang was still a little nervous, and she didn't know what this pale blue light was. However, when she noticed that the stall owners around her, as if they were accustomed to it, were just sitting between the seats of their stalls, like old monks, she couldn't help but be curious.

Just as Ling Shuang watched the blue light, like a strong tornado, easily tearing and crushing the empty land between them, every stall that came into contact with the blue light seemed to be shrouded in a transparent cover, isolating the blue light from the entire stall.

Looking at the stall owners who were safe and sound, the blue light that had gradually covered it, Ling Shuang's heart gradually rose, she didn't know what kind of method all the stall owners used? I was able to smoothly isolate those blue rays from my own booth, and I don't know if these isolated formations depend on personal cultivation.

Soon, with the spread of blue light, Ling Shuang, a small stall that was not in the middle of the entire market, made Ling Shuang's heart beat up and down fiercely as if he was sitting on the jumping machine.

"Whew, it's okay, it's really scared me to death, this is simply life and death." Ling Shuang looked at the transparent cover propped up on top of her head, and a sense of happiness made her almost cry.

Ling Shuang's voice talking to herself, as well as her movements, completely caught in the eyes of the old man in a corner.

According to common sense, no matter which world of fairies and demons, if there is a little cultivation, few people are willing to face the world with the face of an old man, unless some real old monsters, or those masters who stand at the top of the world, for the sake of their own face and majesty, few people will choose to do this.

It's just that there are some exceptions, such as some people who have encountered the five decays of heaven and man, or people who just want to play tricks on others for their own little interest, will choose to do so.

And the old man who was eyeing Ling Shuang was an exception, this person was different from the owners of other stalls in the Fang Market, no one knew when he appeared in the Fang Market, let alone his identity and origin, even in the Fang Market, the person who stayed the longest, couldn't tell what his identity was? What is the origin?

It's just that among those stall owners who have stayed long enough in the market, there is a quiet saying that in this huge market, don't offend anyone who offends him.

Because, whether you are the stall owner of this market or not, as long as he doesn't want you to be protected by these transparent covers, then, whenever the night comes, when the blue light appears, the Grim Reaper will stand by your side and quietly take you away.

Ling Shuang didn't know that he was being targeted at all, but instead with a happy face, after jumping on the spot a few times, he looked at the people around him, as if they were in the blue light, trying to cultivate, and couldn't help but sit down and cultivate quietly.

As the blue light gradually dissipated, the dawn slowly rose from one end of the sky, and as the first light fell, the transparent covers that protected all the stall owners gradually dissipated into the air, and there was no trace of it anymore.

At the moment when the transparent cover disappeared, Ling Shuang opened her eyes as if she felt something.

"Ah, my eyes are in the sand, it's so painful!"

Ling Shuang, who was completely unprepared, didn't know at all! When all the transparent covers are unfurled, the clouds of dust that had been destroyed under the blue light on the night before will drift down.

Compared with those stall owners who had prepared for a long time, at the moment when the transparent cover dissipated, they each used their own exercises to disperse or condense the dust that fell on the poverty alleviation cover, or condensed it into a soil ball, without affecting everything on it.

On the other hand, Ling Shuang, who is unprepared now, is now like walking in the Sahara Desert for a day, and the whole person is gray and abrupt, not to speak, even his eyes have fallen into the dust, and he can't open them for a while.

"Hahahaha, I didn't expect that there would be such a fun little girl in our market, hey, little guy, use the dust removal formation."

A voice like a silver bell appeared not far from Ling Shuang, reminding her of a quick solution.

Ling Shuang, who realized it later, pinched his fingers and used the exercises, giving himself a clean and new method.

After finally being able to open his eyes, looking at the stall in front of him, the black threads that climbed up Ling Shuang's forehead were almost able to weave into a long scarf.

(To be continued.) )