"Why?" Xiang Ling was a little puzzled by Zhou Su's sudden request.

"Take a closer look at the radio currents on that person!"

"Radio Flow!" Xiang Ling was a little puzzled.

She suddenly looked up and saw that the radio wave flow on the man's body was really strong and powerful, and more importantly, the radio wave flow on his body was flowing slowly at the moment, that is to say, he should be a protagonist in the author's pen, and this plot, the author is writing.

This person turned out to be a protagonist, Xiang Ling was surprised!

This discovery reminded Xiang Ling to be careful in the future, and also explained to everyone the fact that this person's origin must not be simple, otherwise, it would be impossible to become a protagonist.

Realizing this, the joy that had just now suddenly vanished, and Xiang Ling's heart began to feel sad again.

Following the protagonist, there is nothing good about yourself, and sometimes your own meaning will even be influenced by the author, and you have to do something you don't want to do.

However, none of these things can be controlled by her, so although she is extremely unwilling, Xiang Ling still has no choice but to accept this reality.

Everything was ready to stop, and the group shook their spirits and walked towards the capital of Arist.

The man walked last, and when he saw everyone moving forward, he stood silently at the edge of the dense forest, raised his head, and looked to the east for a while.

In the east, the sun had already risen, and nothing could be seen in the white light.

In his eyes, a complicated look flashed, and the man pursed his lips lightly, looked at the three people in front of him who had walked a certain distance, and quickly followed.

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"Xiang Ling, let's go back to Yunyu Pavilion." As soon as the four of them stepped into the heart of the Aris Imperial Capital, Du Kang stopped.

"Go back and do something!" Xiang Ling was a little puzzled.

"We are already people from Dihuang Pavilion, but after all, we have been in Yunyu Pavilion for a long time, and it seems a little unreasonable to leave without saying hello like this." Du Kang said dullly.

"I always feel that you are now crepe, as if you have really become a person of this world." Xiang Ling looked at Du Kang with some confusion.

"Du Kang is not like you, because the intensity of your brain waves is relatively large, so the consciousness of the person who supports you is completely suppressed by you, you only have your own subjective consciousness now, and Du Kang, he still has the consciousness of the original person in his body, and sometimes his actions will inevitably be affected." Zhou Su sighed.

So it was, Xiang Ling finally understood, but suddenly, she seemed to realize something.

Zhou Su said so bluntly, what kind of support, self-consciousness, didn't he realize that there was an outsider around them at this moment?

Thinking of this, Xiang Ling winked vigorously at Zhou Su, and glanced at the man, suggesting that Zhou Su should be careful when he spoke, so as not to reveal their identities.

Zhou Su understood, but he seemed to just smile faintly, and said, "He is not the protagonist now" and turned around and walked in the direction of Yunyu Pavilion alone.

Xiang Ling heard Zhou Su's words, his eyes subconsciously swept towards the man, and sure enough, he saw that the radio wave flow on his body was in a static state at the moment, that is to say, now he, like them, is acting autonomously.

As soon as his heart was relieved, Xiang Ling relaxed and followed Zhou Su.

"Excuse me----" When the three of them were about to leave, the man opened his mouth coldly.

The three of them stopped and looked back at him.

The man seemed to be a little hesitant, he lowered his head, looked at his body, and then turned his gaze to Zhou Su.

Zhou Su looked at the man who was still dressed in a black robe, knew his intentions, and smiled, "Go to the front and see the ready-to-wear shop, I will help you buy one." ”

The man bowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth pulled up a smile.

Looking at the man's behavior, Xiang Ling's heart began to churn with a strong sense of admiration, this kind of indifferent and elegant ancient style man, but what he wanted in his dreams.

When the four of them set off to find the ready-to-wear store, Zhou Su gently said a few words to Xue Xue in his arms, and Xue Xue jumped out of Zhou Su's arms and disappeared into the market.

"Where does Xue Xue go?" Xiang Ling watched in bewilderment as Xuexue's white figure disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Su shook his head and didn't speak, just smiled slightly.

Without further ado, the four of them quickly found a shop, and Zhou Su chose a white robe for the man and replaced the black robe on his body.

The man who had changed his clothes tied up the long hair of his shawl at random, and then stood in front of the three of them again.

Of course, it was amazing again, but this time, Xiang Ling looked at it very interestingly for a while and then withdrew her gaze, after all, in front of outsiders, she didn't want to look like a nymphomaniac, she was a "white bone spirit" in society, a woman who worked vigorously and resolutely, and came and went like the wind.

It's just that while his eyes were taken away from the man, Xiang Ling found the dazzling clothes in the ready-to-wear shop.

Stretching out his hand to touch the soft fabrics, Xiang Ling lowered his head and examined the clothes on his body.

The yellow, yellow clothes that he hated, were stained with specks of blood at the moment, and he looked so embarrassed.

It's all here, why don't you pick out a dress for yourself?

Subconsciously reaching into his pocket, Xiang Ling found that he was indeed penniless at the moment.

Looking at the clothes in front of him, he didn't have the money to buy them, and he didn't want to ask Zhou Su for them, Xiang Ling's heart suddenly gave birth to a sense of resentment.

This Qingling, who also said that he was his master, gave him a bunch of spiritual weapons that he didn't know, but he didn't give him a penny, which was really a slam on the door.

"Girl, do you like this outfit?" Xiang Ling was holding a water-blue dress in his hand in a daze, and the shopkeeper in front of him looked at him with a smile.

"I like it----- but I don't have any money!" Xiang Ling told the truth and reluctantly put down the clothes in his hand.

"The girl laughed, the distinguished guest of Dihuang Pavilion, how can I collect your money!" The shopkeeper neatly wrapped the clothes that Xiang Ling had just touched and handed them to Xiang Ling.

"Don't ---- take money?" Xiang Ling looked at the aqua blue Luo skirt in front of him in a daze, a little surprised.

"If you don't take your money, you just take it!" Zhou Su was stunned when he saw Xiang Ling, and stepped forward and said, "It's just that the shopkeeper knows your yellow clothes, which is the symbol of Dihuang Pavilion, and when the time comes, he will naturally go to Dihuang Pavilion to ask for silver!" ”

I see. Xiang Ling looked at the shopkeeper's embarrassed smile after being broken by Zhou Su's words, and took the clothes with peace of mind.

It seems that no matter where it is, there is no free lunch after all, but Zhou Su's words also made Xiang Ling understand why Qingling didn't give them silver when he set off, it turned out that the yellow clothes on his body were gold-lettered signboards, but this is at best, at worst, that is, people know your clothes, and they are not afraid that you will pay the bills.

However, since Dihuang Pavilion will pay, Xiang Ling can't take care of it so much, this time it is for Qingling to come out to find someone, and he almost gave up his life, and it is always okay to wear one of your clothes, so soon, Xiang Ling happily took the clothes and entered the dressing room.

The clothes of the ancient people were a little cumbersome, a belt here, a button there, Xiang Ling tossed for a long time before slowly coming out of the back room.

The moment she came out, several people in the outhouse were a little confused.

Although several people are very familiar with Xiang Ling, it is the first time they have seen her wearing ancient costumes.

Xiang Ling in front of them, I can't describe it in words at this moment, so I have to borrow the words and phrases stolen from Du Niang, and you can make up for it by yourself.

She wears a light water blue skirt, long hair hangs down her shoulders, tied with a water blue silk, the hosta is lightly pulled, the tip of the hairpin hangs down like a small chain of water droplets, a slight shake is like the rain is ethereal, the best silk material moves slightly with the action, like the first bloom of the light plum, not luxury but quiet. The eyebrows are clear and beautiful, clear and beautiful, there is a natural freshness to carve, especially the charm between the eyebrows and the lips, elegant and gentle, the view is kind, and the expression is warm but a little indifferent.

Is it beautiful or not? Of course, it was beautiful, so the expressions of several people couldn't help but froze slightly.

At this point, you should have found the problem, yes, I'm exaggerating.

In fact, after Xiang Ling changed her clothes and came out, several people were indeed stunned, but not because of Xiang Ling's beauty, but because of the birthmark on her face.

When Xiang Ling was in Yunyu Pavilion, he was wearing some coarse linen clothes, and he was tired from running around all day, his face was tired, and his hairstyle was messy, so the birthmarks on his face were easy to ignore in a pile of depression.

But now, Xiang Ling has washed off her face in the room and dressed up well, so neatly, the birthmark on her face looks dazzling to me.

Everyone knows that this is the birthmark of the Ling'er who Xiang Ling supported his body, so he was surprised and used to it, but Xiang Ling himself didn't seem to realize it yet.

She saw that everyone seemed a little sluggish, looked very proud, and enjoyed the feeling of being watched, and she ran to a bronze mirror in the store to have a good look.

It's just that the bronze mirror in ancient times was only the size that could illuminate a face, and the visibility of the bronze mirror was not high, so Xiang Ling's original idea of seeing his own demeanor still failed.

Pouting, Xiang Ling was unwilling to see his ancient costumes, and secretly slandered himself, the ancients were really picky, can't they get a floor-to-ceiling mirror, don't they need to look in the mirror when they wear new clothes!

In fact, it should be very fortunate here, the clarity of the bronze mirror of the ancients is not high, otherwise Xiang Ling will definitely be angry to death if she sees that she rarely wears ancient costumes but still has this honor.

"You're here!" Xiang Ling's depressed mood had not yet been dispatched, and he couldn't help but hear a shout outside the store.

Zhou Su was the first to walk out when he heard the voice, and saw a group of people standing at the door of the store at this time.

The first person was dressed in a jet-black short suit, and on his right hand was a huge copper hammer. Behind him, there were more than a dozen people, all of whom seemed to be his subordinates, all of them, who were staring at Xiang Ling and them at the moment.

"Who should I be, it turns out to be the son of the Black Pavilion Lord, Black Sky!"