Mu Jiujiu and the black-faced stall owner looked at each other.

After a while, Mu Jiujiu took out the spirit stone with a painful face and handed it over.

Brother Qianxiao stopped her.

I saw Duan Qianxiaoyun lightly take out a jade buckle with high quality and spiritual power from his baggage, and said politely: "I broke a lot of spiritual fruits of the stall owner before, I'm very sorry, I don't know if this is enough?" ”

Mu Jiujiu and the stall owner were stunned.

Pretending to be like the wind, always with me.

The domineering president fell in love with me, and this woman's taste was damn sweet......

Phew! What do you think.

The stall owner here is not an illiterate person, and he said "enough is enough" while accepting it, as if he was afraid that Duan Qianxiao would regret it.

Mu Jiujiu didn't want to suffer a loss, pointed to another pile of spirit fruits and said, "Since it's enough, then the stall owner will give me this pile too." ”

Stallholder: "......" this stingy woman!

Duan Qianxiao: "......" What kind of hard life did Qingqiu live after hurting the heavenly spirit!

……

Mu Jiujiu took Duan Qianxiao to the Drunken Immortal Residence.

After putting the ingredients she had purchased in the morning in the dining room, she thought of another reason to say goodbye to the hostess.

The proprietress was a little reluctant when she learned that she was leaving, but after seeing Duan Qianxiao behind her, her eyes were a little meaningful.

"Good boy, the proprietress supports you and strives for your own happiness."

Mu Jiujiu: "? ”

At the request of the proprietress, Mu Jiujiu took a bunch of spirit fruits and set out on the journey.

This spirit fruit is tender and watery, sweet and crispy. Every time Mu Jiujiu eats one, he feels a warm power flowing in his body.

"How do we get there?" Mu Jiujiu asked.

"Edgeworth." Duan Qianxiao said.

Mu Jiujiu has no meow on her face, she won't.

A quarter of an hour later, at Mu Jiujiu's strong request, they bought two Changfeng foals from the nearest spirit beast shop and headed to the Canglan Palace.

The Long Wind Pony is a hybrid spirit animal with excellent stamina and speed like the wind.

All the scenery was retreating frantically, compared to the casualness of Mu Jiujiu, Duan Qianxiao's eyes were as heavy as ink.

Some of the branches and leaves were blown in the wind and hit him in the face, but he didn't care.

Why did the usual well-known path become so unfamiliar? Duan Qianxiao drove the Changfeng horse, as if he had spent most of his life.

Before seeing Sheng Canglan's death with his own eyes, he still had a hope in his heart. As the master of the Canglan Palace, Sheng Canglan has not had many deeds in his previous nine deaths? Rumors of this kind of thing, once spread ten or ten hundred times, may be very different from the truth.

If this is true......

No way, he ordered himself to dispel the thought.

The buildings in front of you gradually became familiar.

Duan Qianxiao walked into the Canglan Hall with Mu Jiujiu, and before he entered, he heard a heavy death knell.

Mu Jiujiu was stunned.

Beside her, Duan Qianxiao, who had been riding a long wind horse for thousands of miles and was in high spirits, trembled slightly, and her feet could no longer take a step forward.

"No, no......"

Mu Jiujiu listened to Duan Qianxiao mutter.

His eyes were reddened and his face was in disbelief.

At this moment, Mu Jiujiu also restrained his previous relaxed expression.

She stood silent, trying to comfort something, but a thousand words condensed into her throat and swallowed back.

As an outsider, she may be able to say something painless, such as "people can't be resurrected after death" and "please mourn". But the grief in Duan Qianxiao's eyes was too real for her to stay out of the situation as a "player".

Maybe they've been through a lot together.

It is true that Sheng Canglan is just an unknown person to Mu Jiujiu, but for others, it may be the sudden departure of people with flesh and blood in life.

In the depths of Mu Jiujiu's heart, he even felt a little empathetic sadness.

"Boom—"

As if God had also been inspired, a thunderclap sounded.

The weather, which had just been mild, changed suddenly, and there was a tendency for it to rain.

In a few moments, countless raindrops fell from the sky.

Duan Qianxiao stood in the rain curtain, letting his body be drenched in the rain.

His eyes lost their sparkle, and he was at a loss.

A white umbrella appeared above his head.

He turned his head a little stiffly, and found Mu Jiujiu holding an umbrella and looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Brother Qianxiao, please mourn. This has come to this, and we ...... Let's go check it out first. ”

……

There was a faint cry in the Cangyun Palace.

Those who loved him wept, and those who had thought of transcending him to take his place also wailed in disbelief.

Mu Jiujiu walked in and saw such a scene.

Before, Sheng Canglan was just a symbol in her heart - the master of Cangyun Palace, with high skills.

Seeing the scene in front of me at this moment has some other meaning.

A person who can have so many people really grieve for him after his death must be an unforgettable person in his lifetime.

Mu Jiujiu's ears came with countless suppressed sobs or loud weeping.

The eyes are full of sadness, and the songs are sad on all sides.

Mu Jiujiu walked past the countless people who came to mourn and walked forward.

She wanted to see what this man looked like before she died.

This is a person who has made countless people nostalgic.

She came to Sheng Canglan's coffin.

The face of the person in front of him lay calmly in the coffin, like a painting.

It was a warm, comfortably handsome one without any aggression. Like the buds of new leaves growing behind the rainy curtain in early spring, or the warm wind that unintentionally passes through a cloud that is out of reach in the sky.

It's so beautiful, it's as if you wake up when you wake up.

However, his robe was stained with blood, bright and dazzling, like a large cluster of roses.

Mu Jiujiu looked at the man whose face was the same as before, but who had lost the color of life, and sighed.

This person must have been a peerless character before his death.

It's a pity......

Suddenly, Mu Jiujiu felt dizzy. She felt a little hot inside herself, and her stomach began to ache......

- The spirit fruit I ate before.

word God, the spirit fruit sold by this stall owner won't be poisonous, right?

She must go to the stall owner to settle the score! Defend your consumer rights!

The last thought flashed through her, and she was dizzy, her mind went blank, and she lost consciousness.

……

The sound of a heavy object falling on the ground attracts people's attention.

"Oh my God!"

"Come on, someone's fainted here—"

Duan Qianxiao, who was looking sad in the back, looked up when he heard the voice, and happened to see the scene of Mu Jiujiu fainting in front of Sheng Canglan's coffin.

There was a painful look between her eyebrows, and her slender hand slowly slid over the side of the coffin, which could be described as very reluctant.

He thought of Mu Jiujiu pretending to be okay to comfort himself before, and she must have been heartbroken, right? Also, as Sheng Canglan's apprentice, she must be the saddest one. It was only for the sake of his emotions that he tried his best to comfort him.

Thinking of this, he sighed and shouted to the people in front of him, "She is the apprentice of the Lord of Canglan Palace, Chi Qingqiu." ”

Everyone suddenly realized.

Is this Sheng Canglan's humble and little-known apprentice?

"Sheng Canglan's apprentice fainted from grief excessively—"

"Someone! Help her to rest in the side hall—"