Eventually, she and Seth returned to where they came from.

Seth has signed another contract with her, and she has become the Lamp Keeper under Seth's jurisdiction!

But other people's races are lamp keepers, and she, whose race remains the same, has an extra profession.

〒_〒Isn't this really fooled?

Song Shuyun went back to her treehouse in a mess, and she didn't even pay attention to Shujue greeting her.

Shu Jue didn't care, he went to the mall by himself.

Song Shuyun was alone, lying quietly in the hammock of the tree house, silently looking at the shopping page.

A woman's mood is destined for three points, and seven points depend on shopping!

If you can't feel bad when you shop, it must be because you haven't spent enough money!

If you spend too much and can't alleviate it, it must be the wrong way to spend money!

So Song Shuyun's tree house was full of pastoral partitions, flower stands, flowers, fish tanks, bathrooms, and wardrobes......

She bought all kinds of snacks again!

There are many kinds of snacks, and she has seen very few of them, Song Shuyun looked at the dazzling array of things and drooled.

In anticipation of the future, she has one more, and she eats all the snacks in the main god mall!

She put all the elements that she once wanted but couldn't afford into her treehouse, and also bought the most popular and watching.

The writing is really good, Song Shuyun praised the author's brain!

But it's a pity that the book has been serialized for more than 9,000 years, and it is said that the male and female protagonists have not been together, and the plot is full of ups and downs, and the love is depicted in blood.

Song Shuyun watched the rise and forgot the time.

It wasn't until Shujue came back from shopping in the mall and knocked on her door that she got up.

There was a wooden fence around the outside of the tree where she lived.

The fence yard is full of flowers.

Shu Jue was lying there and looked very hard, stretched out his fingers to pinch off one, and when he saw Song Shuyun open the door and come out, he retracted his hand again.

Song Shuyun stood at the door and asked Him.

"Are you leaving?"

Shu Jue nodded, and said again: "My mission will be very long, about a few hundred years, and you may have to buy a pass to do the mission." ”

Song Shuyun was stunned for a moment, and her thoughts instantly surged.

What is a pass? Don't you have a contract? Does it have something to do with becoming a lamp watcher?

Shu Jue didn't know what she was thinking, and continued to explain: "The pass is a voucher for not returning here when the plane is too big and there are too many tasks, but directly following the trajectory of time. ”

Seeing that Song Shuyun didn't understand, Shu Jue suddenly became impatient, and his scarred face was extremely hideous.

"The time of our mission is inconsistent, you have completed a mission, and you can use the pass to start the next mission without being trapped in the client's body!"

Song Shuyun was taken aback by Shu Jue's ferocity, and felt that she was really floating, and the big guy dared to shake his face, regardless of whether he understood it or not, he immediately nodded.

The streamer's explanation appeared at the right time, because the time of the two missions was not unified, the main quest was not completed, and Song Shuyun couldn't come back after the end of the mission, so he had to use the pass to open the next mission in the same plane.

She was helpless, it seemed that the money could not be saved.

Fortunately, it is not too expensive, a little luck, if it weren't for the small savings she had in the last plane, she wouldn't even be able to afford a pass.

Song Shuyun calculated the time and bought a hundred directly!

I can't use it up this time, but I can use it again next time!

But if it's not enough, you'll be stupid!

Shu Jue asked her extremely impatiently, if there was anything she needed to prepare, Song Shuyun hurriedly exchanged for a knife and a soft armor.

She also looked at the gun and exchanged it for the cheapest one, and the bullets were only exchanged for 20.

Shu Jue saw her like this and reminded her.

"Every plane is suppressed, and if you take out weapons and tools that are different from the time and space you are in, etc., you will have to deduct luck!"

Song Shuyun nodded, indicating that she understood.

She'd read all of the Lantern Keeper's rules, and Seth had forcibly engraved them into her memory with props!

She knows all these things, but she still understands Shujue's kindness.

Everything is ready.

Song Shuyun's eyes flashed with white light, and when she saw everything around her clearly, she was already lying on a stepping bed.

Her eyes moved to see if anyone was around, but before she could get up, the bed tent was lifted up, bringing in a slight chill.

The man hummed a faint tune and gently tied the bed net to the bed frame.

The surrounding light was dim, but the figure who was tying the bed tent could still be seen clearly.

It was a little girl of twelve or thirteen years old, about 1.5 meters tall.

The upper body is a slightly larger gray cardigan jacket, with an old blue, blue to black vest on the outside, and the lower body is wearing cotton pants of the same fabric, the fabric is not embroidered, brand new, and the pleats pressed at the bottom of the box are still there.

She wore a double bun, an old blue headband, and pinned two light pink silk flowers to her bun, which were extremely pale in color and looked white at first glance.

I don't know how to comb it, but when I look at the light, I don't have a single broken hair.

Song Shuyun was lying in the warm quilt at this time, and there was a warm thing under her feet, constantly emitting heat.

She involuntarily stretched out her little hand, wanting to stretch.

Seeing this, the little girl who was humming a song was a little flustered and asked.

"Is Miss Nine going to get up?"

Song Shuyun snorted twice, pretending to be lying in bed and turned over.

The little girl who talks to the little girl with the little buttocks.

Seeing that she seemed to be sleepy, the little girl did not dare to disturb, so she took her voice away, picked up a broom and rag, and went out.

Song Shuyun heard the sound of her leaving, and sat up one by one, wanting to see if this place was suitable for accepting memories.

But I didn't want my line of sight to be much lower than usual.

She was stunned for a moment, stretched out her hands to look, and what caught her eyes were a pair of white, tender and soft little hands, with delicate and smooth skin, and slender fingertips as if transparent.

Look at this hand, the client is five or six years old!

Song Shuyun didn't have any unusual emotions in her heart, after all, she had seen Shujue become a man, become a woman, and she was mentally prepared to become a child, a beast or something.

She made up her mind and poked her head out to take a look.

The room is very large, in addition to the stepping bed, there is a large mahogany desk next to the bed, and a mahogany bookcase is placed against the east wall, which is full of various ancient books.

Next to the cabinet was a pair of huge suitcases, about the height of a grown woman's chest.

The wardrobe is painted with red lacquer, inlaid with silver lines, the red paint is old, and the place where it is often opened is darker than the side, and the suitcase is covered with white cloth, and the white cloth has been lifted and has not been put down.

The floor is covered with marble and cleaned cleanly.

There is a hollow door on the west wall, and the door is embroidered with a clump of plain white peonies, which is lifelike, and the peonies seem to be still shaking when the light changes.

Next to the door is a washbasin stand with a white handkerchief on the shelf.

On the side of the basin stand, there is a mahogany dresser, and the standing mirror on the dresser is facing the bed, Song Shuyun glanced over and happened to see the phantom of her arm supporting the bed.

Song Shuyun didn't see anyone, and she didn't have time to continue appreciating it, so she quickly shrank into the quilt and accepted the client's memory.