Brown tiles, some dark gray walls, and occasional rainwater dripping from the eaves.

The two of them are low-key and have black faces that quickly blend in with the wall.

Move slowly through long alleys.

"Miss, are we going to go back like this?"

Ruyi suddenly paused, a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, I forgot." ”

"Huh?" Yuan Xing was speechless.

"Because I've been thinking about that silver-haired man."

If you scratch the back of your head, you're a little embarrassed.

Only then did Yuan Xing remember that the man was cold, with long narrow eyes and a cold and ruthless look, like a king who came out of the snow.

"Miss, you shouldn't have fallen in love with him at first sight, right?"

Such as a little head.

"Miss!" Yuan Xing exclaimed with a lament.

"Tease you!" Ruyi gently wiped off the toner on his face with a handkerchief, and also reached out to wipe it off for Yuan Xing.

"Why do you always care about my life's work? I'm always afraid that I'll like someone else, isn't it? ”

There was ridicule in his eyes.

The two of them, one in green clothes and one in green, stood together affectionately, the drizzle was slanting, and the majestic wind raised the corners of their clothes, disturbing whose thoughts.

"No, I ......" Yuan Xing was anxious and wanted to justify.

As soon as he turned around and propped himself up, he continued to move forward calmly, his voice was calm, "A shallow smile can disturb the microwave, why bother to join hands when we meet, just treat it as if everything is in the haze like this rain, isn't it?" ”

She turned around, her face was still quiet, making people feel that she didn't seem to belong here, and when she wanted to catch it, she couldn't reach the corner of her clothes.

Yuan Xing somewhat understood his young lady's intentions, and stepped forward, "Miss, don't worry, I won't ask in the future." ”

"Even if you are eighteen years old, even if you are seventy or eighty, Yuan Xing will be by your side and never leave you."

Listening to the other party's loyal words, Ruyi couldn't help but cough lightly, her body and soul were considered old in another world.

But so what?

"The master said that cultivators don't need to care about age, they only need to care about the depth of cultivation!"

Speaking of this, there was a hint of yearning in her eyes.

"But Miss, you are eighteen years old, that is, a beginner sorcerer, let alone in this continent, even the Guangguang Forest Deep Country is crushed by strength!"

When it comes to what she is doing, Yuan Xing seems to be more melancholy than worried about her life's events.

"No, it won't!"

If I clench my left hand, she will soon no longer be a mid-level practitioner, but the key is to have a device.

Her spiritual power and cultivation were not strong enough for her to transform into a weapon to fight.

Therefore, the spiritual power attribute of her left hand can only be practiced like her right hand by relying on spirit beasts that can be stored and transformed into tools.

On the one hand, it can increase the actual combat experience, and on the other hand, it can strengthen the spiritual power through the refining of the weapon.

"Let's go, Yuan Xing!" Ruyi suddenly shouted.

Yuan Xing took small steps behind him, and small steps followed.

"Where are we going?"

"Go buy medicinal herbs and continue refining pills." She touched the three thousand silver taels in the purse on her waist, and the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

"Refine a little bit of the elixir of the pony ascension, and by the way, also refine some of what I need!"

At this time, she had already made a very important decision in her mind.

"Oooh!" Yuan Xing obediently followed.

"Miss, I don't know who has a lower cultivation level, you or Master Horse?"

Ruyi twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at the other party lightly, and pinched the tip of the other party's upturned nose, "You little clever ghost, you really can't open any pot!" ”

"Hahaha!" Yuan Xing ran forward excitedly.

Ruyi shook her head helplessly behind her, yes, her current cultivation is not as good as Zeng Fansuo, it can be regarded as a veritable waste material.

The two of them only looked forward, not noticing that a black dot was following them under their feet.