"And, in addition to your appearance, some of your behaviors are also very similar. Kammar touched his chin, he really thought so. "I can't give examples of actual things, but that's what my feelings tell me. Her shadow can be seen in you, and your shadow can be seen in her...... You can feel what's going on between you and her...... Are there some associations?"

"Is there any connection between the Ninth Order Fifth Heaven and the Ninth Order Seventh Heaven? Chi Huan said helplessly: "My current feelings for her are really subtle, both recognition and disgust. I really can't say what will happen between fate and her. ”

"Ahh "The Nightmare is getting more and more of a headache. After hanging up the phone, he looked at the busy people in the Yunchuan port, and sighed helplessly. What is the matter, wasn't the original purpose of his coming here just to attend an auction?

"Sir, I've already beaten up all the troublemakers!, do you have any orders next?" Sikong Bosha's voice came into his ears from a distance, and the nightmare subconsciously raised his eyes to look, but the crowd blocked his vision, and he couldn't find where he was at all.

This kid is in a lot of interest. Float said in a normal voice, "Then please go and record the number of the exclusive cloud ship in the fifteenth district." Let's see how many more can be moved, and we have to move as much as we can now!"

"Okay!" the voice drifted farther and farther away, then disappeared into thin air.

Because of the stimulation of Tao Yiliu and Feng Yihe, Sikong Bosha, who was also at the peak of the eighth order and the ninth order at the time of departure, inevitably fell into a kind of anxiety. However, cultivating this kind of thing is not in a hurry.

In this world, there are demons like Chi Huan, who can be successfully promoted to the ninth order at the age of twenty, and there are also gods like Feng Yihe, who can accept the gifts of God and cross the moat that ninety percent of the people in the world have never touched. However, there are also the vast majority of magicians whose talent value is only more than twenty, and they cannot break through to the third order in their lifetime.

And those ordinary people. There was only enough low-level magic power in their bodies to survive in the cloud world, and they couldn't even cultivate. From this point of view, what a lucky thing it was to be able to touch the ninth-order barrier that was regarded as an 'absolute powerhouse' among these people?

Floating Nightmare didn't have that kind of cultivation talent, and he couldn't even break through to the seventh order. But he had seen many, many Ninth Order, and he understood the difference between these people and the Eighth Order who had not become Ninth Order.

Sikong Bosha, this imp who started to be impatient, is still far away.

After being busy in the Yunchuan port until dinner time, the Nightmare rushed back to the 15th district with Sikong Bosa, and finally ate the food in the crowded dining hall.

"You look tired, sir. After solving the three bowls of ramen, Sikong Bosa noticed that the amount of food in the nightmare was actually twice as large as usual.

"Ah, I guess I'm very hungry because I haven't eaten anything at noon. The Nightmare set the dishes and wiped her mouth gracefully.

"Sir......" Sikong Bosa was particularly embarrassed. Because at noon, it was he who ate the last bread, so that the nightmare did not have anything to eat.

"Well, I don't blame you. Don't be so polite to me. Float smiled, pointed to his phone, and said, "We still have a lot of things to do, so let's go when we're full." I guess I'm going to have an all-nighter today. ”

"Yes, I see. Sikong Bosa quickly packed up the dishes, took out his phone, and opened the chat history with the Nightmare.

"Ding Dong-" The phone prompt sounded. Sikong Bosa watched the message that the Nightmare sent to him as he turned his voice on mute.

[The elder sent me a message, saying that there was an accident and I am afraid that I will not be able to come back in time, and I want us to prepare. 】

【What preparation?】

[It was said that we were going to sneak into the venue of the auction and arrange a magic array according to Chi Huan's order.] After doing the work of intelligence gathering for so long, in the face of his old job, the typing speed of the nightmare, even if he puts his mobile phone in his pocket and types blindly, he can use words accurately and quickly. [However, this matter is estimated to be quite difficult. Although we have already determined where we will sit, the number of people attending the auction has increased dramatically, so from this morning until tomorrow evening, there will be people preparing for the expansion of the auction hall. It's almost impossible to be unobtrusive. 】

[Of course, I've already figured out a way. 】

Sikong Bosha, who was obediently holding his mobile phone, had no choice but to silently delete the message [What should I do?]. Mr. Flare's got to be a mind reader, well, he must. Moreover, typing is so fast that it is not enough for him to show his stupidity.

Twenty minutes later.

"Knock knock knock!" knocked on the door and knocked on the elegant Sikong Bosha, who was slightly rude and shocked Mo Tian, who was dealing with the work quite attentively, directly opened the door and broke into the office. "City Lord, Miss Song, she ......"

Mo Tian bounced up from the chair: "Xiaohui!"

"Xiaohui, what's wrong with her?!" Sikong Bosa put Song Huihui on his back on the sofa, Mo Tian saw at a glance that Song Huihui had traces of wiped blood on her face, and his heart became more and more panicked, and he raised his hand to release an eighth-order healing magic [Chunrong] on Song Huihui's body.

Could it be that who dares to attack her deputy!?

Sensing Mo Tian's anger for the first time, Sikong Bosa's potential exploded, and he hurriedly said: "No! It's not that someone attacked her, but she fainted herself!"

“...... What's going on?"

"Here's the thing. Sikong Bosa finished the draft early in the morning, but he couldn't help but be a little nervous about Mo Tian, whose face was extremely ugly at this time. "We, my husband and I went to find Miss Song, and when we asked about work, we found that Miss Song's face was very bad, so we asked her how long she hadn't rested. Miss Song said that it had been about three days...... The gentleman saw that Miss Song had not eaten not only dinner, but also lunch, so he asked me to go to the cafeteria to get some bread. Then, when I returned to her office, I found that Miss Song had fainted after holding on...... Ah, no, Mr. said, it was Miss Song herself who suddenly coughed up blood, and then he couldn't stand it, so he performed hypnotism to make Miss Song fall asleep compulsively, and then took over Miss Song's work, and asked me to take Miss Song back to her room to rest. ”

Sikong Bosa was as aggrieved as a puppy: "But I don't know where Miss Song lives, so I have to bring her to you......"