may be because she received Jialan's warning, Lan Shuying felt that this dark gold palace brought her a feeling of depression, so she didn't stay long.

The moment she left, the temple collapsed.

Not a single trace of dust leaked outside.

From above, it looked like a palm that suddenly clenched, and Lan Shuying was a wisp of wind that had just escaped from between her fingers.

She watched the scene in the mustard boat, her face gloomy.

Toffee's diamond body floated beside her, dormant as previously stated.

There was only herself in the entire mustard boat space, a soul without breath or temperature.

For a moment, I was extremely lonely.

She was stunned for a moment.

I can't help but poke the crystal shell of the toffee, without you being noisy, will you feel lonely......

After Lan Shuying hesitated slightly, a fire lotus rose in the palm of her left hand.

It burned happily, occasionally splashing out a slender fiery letter, the torn silk of the lotus flower.

As if bewitched, she turned the fire lotus into a tongue of fire, condensed it on her index finger, and slowly approached her right arm.

Where the flames were burned, it was like a paper roll that had been lit, and immediately green smoke rose from it.

Hiss!

She removed the fire, and it took a little effort to repair the piece of soul.

Still is...... I'm so anxious.

If the fire spirit is still there, she can use this fire to refine her soul body and make herself stronger. The psychic fire knows how to distinguish between friend and foe, and she also knows what the effect she wants to look like, and it will definitely not cause self-harm like the one just now.

This time it's a decryption of the world, and she doesn't gain a soul, but Toffee benefits a lot.

It would lie dormant for a long time, and in that world it would roughly digest the weakest clone of the witch, and then swallow three more clones, as well as the white ball left behind by the witch's own death.

In this way, it is difficult to determine the time when the toffee wakes up.

But the nightingale's data card may have been exposed.

She can now use the dormant toffee as a key, open the boundary gate by herself to find the host, and bypass the Nanming Mansion for private transactions.

But I don't feel at ease. It's better to rest for a while, and precipitate the recent experience, which is also good for the expansion of the upper limit of the soul body.

To be honest, Lan Shuying still didn't quite understand Qiao Sen's choice.

Originally, she didn't want to kill Qiao Sen, she just felt that he was pitiful and let him out. She guessed that the frame of the boundary gate was not the door to leave the C world, but the cage where Jossen was imprisoned.

The real door is Jossen himself.

Jialan said that the love between the two of them is too distorted, and it is inevitable that it will not be perfect, but the ending of dying together is a happy ending. At the end, he teased her: "You are just a spectator, you don't have to think about it so much." ”

Not really.

Lan Shuying leaned against the Ginza and closed her eyes quietly.

There was silence in the space.

I don't know how long it took, but the diamond cube above the Ginza armrest trembled.

She opened her eyes, and the toffee obediently jumped into her hand.

"Master, I've grown up again."

This time, no new features were developed, but only improvements were made on the basis of the original.

What surprised Lan Shuying the most was that the transformation had advanced.

Now, Milk Candy can hack into the tasker's identity system of Nanming Mansion and help her transform into any tasker.

"Master, master, let's go to the next world."

"Okay."

……

There were two running figures in the long tunnel.

There were countless black shadows chasing behind them, getting closer and closer, and the physical strength of the two fleeing people was already close to the limit.

The man running in front fell slightly behind the woman, and he made a cut in the palm of his hand with a knife, and threw out a blood-stained charm: "Lao Tzu fought with you!" ”

"Senior brother!" The woman screamed.

Dark shadows enveloped her petite body in an instant.

Screams echoed throughout the tomb.

She didn't understand until she died, why the senior brother who shouted that he was going to fight with ghosts pushed her over......

……

Lan Shuying subconsciously reached out to her throat.

The skin is smooth, not painful or itchy.

But she just felt uncomfortable, and it felt like someone had stuffed a fist-sized rag into it, and it became much harder to breathe.

There is a cup of residual tea in sight.

She checked the teapot next to her, it was empty, and she temporarily rested to drink water, planning to find a quiet place to receive information.

At this time, a thin bald man who looked like a guy came to look for something, saw her standing here, and said in surprise: "Dumb girl, why are you still stupid here, Master Tang is still waiting for your tea!" ”

He turned to one side, and Lan Shuying noticed that this person was not bald.

There is also a twisted braid that reaches to the waist behind his head, and he wraps a few red ropes underneath, and the braids are neatly and beautifully, which also shows that he is in good spirits.

She had seen this kind of dress on TV.

Therefore, the time background of this small world should be between the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, and the specific year will have to be looked at again.

He walked around the small courtyard, saw that she was still standing in place, sighed, and walked over helplessly: "What's the matter?" Did you burn out last night? Even the tea won't burn? ”

Lan Shuying nodded.

The man complained in his mouth, but he acted quickly, and set up a small iron kettle in three or two.

After boiling the hot water, he turned out the tea leaves again, and laughed at himself: "My little craftsmanship is absolutely incomparable to you," as soon as the words changed, he said with a hippie smile: "But no, Master Tang is not here to taste tea, as long as you serve it yourself, even if it is the mouse urine, he still praises the deliciousness!" ”

After these few sentences, Lan Shuying has roughly understood.

No wonder she felt uncomfortable in her throat just now, it turned out that the body she was on top was a dumb girl.

Look down, bumpy and convex, graceful waist, can enter the eyes of that old man, probably a beauty embryo.

The guy stretched his waist and sighed again: "You are a good fate, if you can let Master Tang buy it, it will be the third grandmother in the house, it is better than following our old man to survive, especially in this place, alas, it is evil." After receiving this month's salary, I'm afraid you won't be able to see my brother and me in the future. ”

Lan Shuying wanted to ask him, but opened her mouth, her throat was blocked, and she couldn't do it, she frowned subconsciously.

The man noticed it, and happily washed the tea sets one by one and placed them on the table.

"Well, it's uncomfortable, but don't cry, if the shopkeeper sees it, and thinks I've bullied you, it's my sin. The sentence that Xiucai said is good, there is no feast in the world, fate has arrived, and there is no way, Brother Xiaosong advises you, make plans early, but don't ......"

"Ahem!"

A heavy cough came from outside.

The man's "good words" came to an abrupt end, and he went into the house in a gloomy manner.

This time it was a middle-aged man with a white beard, wearing a melon-skin hat, a crisp dark brown coat, and glasses on the bridge of his nose, with an elegant temperament.

It's just that his brows are tightly locked, as if he has encountered a very difficult thing.

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