Fang Bei had actually expected it, after all, Ning Huan's head was very important to Lu Yuan, if he could bring back Ning Huan's head, it would not only be Lu Yuan's great achievement, but also the secret of Ning Huan's rejuvenation was also very attractive to this Daojun Emperor.

Lu Yuan didn't want to stay in Los Angeles for a long time, since the thunderstorm on the side of the Clay Pot Temple, basically all people who were a little more rational would want to leave the place of right and wrong in Los Angeles temporarily.

Therefore, after Ning Huan spoke, Fang Bei also turned back appropriately.

In fact, Ning Huan's head was actually useless to Fang Bei's side, and a round of harmless treatment had already been carried out in Fang Bei's hands, if this Ning Huan could still be reincarnated in the soil, then Fang Bei could only wonder if this was a martial arts world.

After all, only the fantasy world can have such exaggerated expressiveness.

If you wait for the price to sell, except for Luojiao, I am afraid that there is no one in the world who can offer the highest price compared to the imperial court.

The problem is that Luo Jiaofang doesn't dare to sell it, does it?

"That's right." Fang Bei looked at Lu Yuan and said quietly: "Happy cooperation." ”

"And there's something else to deal with."

……

……

Under the cover of night, Fang Bei came and went quickly.

Lu Yuan finally got the box wrapped in green cloth, and after opening it, he could see Ning Huan's old wrinkled face parked there with his eyes closed and peaceful, and he really had the illusion that he would open his eyes at any time.

Only at this time can people understand why Ning Huan has to cultivate Heaven and Earth to Conquer Yin and Yang Great Compassion, just because the fear of aging and death is already imminent for him.

This is Ning Huan's head, Lu Yuan can be sure of it at the first glance when he sees this head.

It's just that.

Lu Yuan gently held up the head in front of him with his hand.

Yes, it's horribly light, about one-fifth the weight of a normal head.

Probably—the boy had hollowed out this head.

After all, if you sell your head, as long as your appearance is not damaged, it's fine.

The skull of the thief Wang Mang was collected by the royal family for hundreds of years, until it was destroyed by fire.

On the other side, Fang Bei had also returned to the Sky Soul Inn.

It's late, but since it's been decided to leave, the Sky Soul Inn won't open again, but will be handed over to the Hive, because this place is the property of the Hive.

Of course, Yuan Chong will come to Los Angeles next, and the existence of the hive in Los Angeles can be preserved or not, a big question mark must be drawn.

In the night, as soon as Fang Bei jumped on the wall, he saw He Ping who was drinking a small wine alone on the ridge, the proprietress was still wearing emerald green clothes, and a small low table was placed on the ridge, but usually He Ping drank only wine, and this time, in addition to wine, there was also a small dish of salted peanuts on the small table.

Fang Bei shook his head and sighed, then jumped lightly and came to the roof of the inn: "Sister Ping? ”

Obviously, He Ping was waiting for him.

"How's it going?" He Ping asked.

"Everything is going well, Lu Yuan is a smart person." Fang Bei said lightly: "He made those deals with us, once Yuan Chong comes, then he is very likely to be thrown out as an outcast, although he is obscure on weekdays, but he doesn't really let himself be in danger." ”

"This time we just gave each other a step down, which is good for each other."

He Ping nodded, and then quietly stretched out his hand: "Have a drink?" ”

Fang Bei nodded, sat down opposite He Ping, took out his white porcelain wine glass from his arms and put it on the table, and then poured it full.

This time, He Ping's wine is as clear as water, and I have to say that Sister Ping's collection of wine is really neat.

Fang Bei slowly reached out and picked up three saltwater peanuts, put them in his mouth, and then drank the wine in the cup.

"Thank you." The wine was very strong, but Fang Bei's expression didn't change too obviously, he just looked at He Ping, and then thanked him gently.

He Ping doesn't need to drink alcohol, in fact, to put it bluntly, He Ping's drinking is related to her illness, and temporarily slowing down her perception of the world through alcohol anesthesia is another clumsy pure world.

Before taking the Pure Glass Recipe to open the Pure World, He Ping needed a lot of alcohol to numb herself, of course, even after having the Pure World, drinking gradually became a hobby.

After all, no matter who you are, if you drink alcohol for more than ten years in a row, you will be addicted.

He Ping's drinking is just drinking, and the reason why he will put snacks and dishes on the table is because He Ping is waiting for others.

"Thank you for taking care of me for so many years." He Ping looked sideways at Fang Bei and said quietly.

He Ping's expression was serious.

So I don't have the slightest smile.

In the dim night, the proprietress lady's face was as calm as jade.

Fang Bei sighed: "Boss lady." ”

"I'm not going to be a hostess anymore." He Ping said seriously.

He Ping was right, they would leave the Sky Soul Inn soon, and Sister Ping would no longer be the proprietress anymore.

"Then let's form a circus troupe?" Fang Bei said with a smile.

He sensed that Sister Ping's mood was a little wrong, so he tried to gag and said.

Wasn't it a beast game before? Elephant lions, tigers, leopards, wolfdogs, cats and mice.

It just so happens to be the lineup of the circus.

There are no inns in this world that run everywhere, but there are circuses that run everywhere.

"Circus?" He Ping turned his head sideways and said, "Well, I'm a little uninterested." ”

"That's right, farewell." He Ping looked at Fang Bei's face, in fact, under normal circumstances, He Ping would not call Fang Bei by name, she was still more accustomed to calling Bei'er or something like that, as if Huo Ying was also a firefly or a little firefly in her mouth.

From He Ping's age, such a title is very appropriate.

"Hmm." Fang Bei nodded.

He Ping poured herself a glass of wine: "Actually, I have been thinking a lot about it these days. ”

Fang Bei smiled: "Sister Ping, you think too much, and it's easy to get old." ”

"It's because I'm old that it's easy to think more." He Ping looked at Fang Bei: "It's been a long time since it's been so lively." ”

Fang Bei nodded: "It's been a long time since it's been so lively." ”

It's been a really long time.

Fang Bei and He Ping have been living for a long time, and they never thought that other people would join this world so soon.

First is Lin Xue.

Then came the Dragon Boat Festival.

Then there is Shang Jiuge.

Next is Sheng Jun Qianningxia Heiwu.

Finally, Huo Ying.

Huo Ying was the first and last person.

Before you know it, it's very lively.

When I ate at night, I could already sit at a big table, instead of sitting opposite He Ping as I did at the beginning, and eat quietly.

Drink quietly.

Just like now.

"Do you remember how Xie Yuan died?" He Ping asked suddenly.