"Hot baked cake noodle soup, a set of ten cents-"

In the early morning, the streets and alleys will gradually sound one after another.

People bring out the ingredients prepared in the morning and put them into the pot, and the steaming is steaming, mixed with various aromas and burrowing into the noses of passers-by. If you walk from the street to the end of the street, you will be soothed.

The bright and vulgar woman, while teaching the maid beside her endlessly about her experience, squeezed into the innermost circle of the crowd with ease, and took a picture of sixteen copper coins: "Two sets of baked cakes and noodle soup!" ”

Even though the women and maids were dressed as men, the passers-by around could still see their gender, and they all got out of the way and whispered.

"Alas, which girl's family actually dressed like this to go out."

"Who knows. Seeing that he is not young, there is no one to take care of at home. ”

The maid was a little embarrassed by the gaze around her.

It was the bright woman, who glared and glanced around, and the knife-like gaze immediately quieted the surroundings.

"This, little boy, you don't give enough money." The old man at the cake stall was a little embarrassed.

"Not enough?! Isn't your pancake a bowl of eight cents? ”

It's not that the woman feels sorry for this money, she just feels that she has been refuted and can't get off the stage, "Bengong...... My son is a regular visitor to your house! Your family has always been at this price! ”

"Yes, yes, but the price of food has risen too much recently, and we have no choice but to follow the price increase."

"This son doesn't care about you, you have to sell us for eight cents!"

After some entanglement, seeing that the woman was going to lift his stall, the old man wanted to cry without tears, so he had no choice but to sell two sets of cakes to her for eight cents.

What kind of day is it today, it is not written on the yellow calendar.

After the master and servant left, the old man sighed deeply, but found a white hand stretched out in front of him.

However, what attracted his attention was not the thick calluses on the tiger's mouth, but a small ingot of silver held in the palm of his hand.

"This?" The old man looked up blankly, but met a gentle gaze.

"If the two of them come back in the future, they will sell them for eight cents, which is a deposit. If she does not come, it will be considered that I will confess to you in her place. ”

This this.

This small ingot of silver is enough to buy as many pancakes as you want.

Xia Qingyang put the silver into the old man's hand and smiled: "Just don't mention me." ”

After Xia Qingyang left, the maid secretly came back and wanted to give the little money to the old man, but she heard from the old man that someone had already given it for them.

Given? No, her mother's temperament still has friends outside the palace???

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"You can really bear it, you don't want to go up and say hello?"

In a large sea of flowers, a tall chair is placed.

The little boy sat on the chair, although his legs couldn't touch the ground, but his hands still had to support his head, and his posture was still cool.

"Didn't you say Daojun, can't you be anxious?"

"Just remember. If the trajectory of their lives is disrupted, it may have unknowable consequences. You, just wait until they 'should' know you, and then hang out in front of them. ”

Daojun jumped down from his chair.

He walked through the flower beds, got on the elevator, and went downstairs.

Yes, this sea of flowers is not actually blooming in the vast fields of the void as before. Rather, in the rooftop greenhouse of a skyscraper.

After the battle with the rules of the game, the surviving players of the Heavenly Dao faction took the void of the Dao Monarch as their home, established a new city-state, and started a new life.

Xia Qingyang thought that Daojun would reopen a space to live by himself, but he didn't expect that he was quite willing to join in the fun with everyone. It's just that he will never admit it, and Xia Qingyang is not allowed to tell the fact that he also lives in the city.

So this skyscraper belongs to Xia Qingyang's name, but only Xia Qingyang knows that the top floors are where Daojun lives.

Daojun also specially designed the top floor to look like a large flower garden, with chairs placed in the center to create that familiar feeling.

Usually, when he has nothing to do, he changes his face, mixes into the crowd to eat, go shopping, and "have fun with the people".

By the way, Xia Qingyang's plan to "reverse time and space" was successful.

But the price is a little bit bigger-

One is that her heart is imprinted with the punishment of the law, and she must work hard to accumulate merit in order to slowly eliminate the brand, otherwise she will usher in divine punishment after tens of thousands of years.

The second is that Daojun used up most of his strength in order to help her, and changed back to Xiao Zhengtai from a handsome young man. Now this matter is still used by him as a handle, and whenever he encounters something that the two disagree on, he will take it out and say it.

And, after the Three Thousand Worlds stabilized, Xia Qingyang tore through time and space and went to meet a few former player friends.

But she found that they didn't know her anymore.

In other words, after reversing time and space, people who are "reborn", whether they are players or ordinary people, will lose their memories of the past.

As for whether the memory can be restored, Daojun said that this varies from person to person.

According to Gu Sinan's theory, time and space are mutually influencing and superimposing. Although Xia Qingyang used the power of faith to forcibly push the Three Thousand Worlds back into the past, it did not mean that everything had not happened.

On the contrary, there are no rules of the game in the current 3000 worlds, which is just a proof that everyone has worked together. It's just that ordinary people have a limited will and can't inherit that memory.

And a powerful player, or an ordinary person with strong willpower, has the possibility of recovering his memory.

However, in order not to break the original life trajectory of the players, Daojun means that it is better not to meet them first.

Players are different from ordinary people.

They were the main contributors to that campaign.

No one knows if a subtle change will have any impact. So it's better to be cautious.

This is also the reason why until now, Xia Qingyang has not shown his face in front of the three mothers.

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Xia Qingyang walked around the market, bought some breakfast, and then slowly paced to Xia Mansion.

"Madame! Miss Xia is here! ”

After knocking on the door, the subordinates of Xia Mansion opened the door, and when they saw that it was Xia Qingyang, they immediately welcomed her in with a smile.

Interestingly, this girl surnamed Xia has a good relationship with their old lady.

Some time ago, when the old man returned to the city, he met a bandit who robbed the road. It was this very good Xia girl who saved the master.

Later, I learned that the group was ordered to intercept some evidence. Fortunately, the old man was safe, and the evidence was brought back to the capital in its entirety, so that His Majesty did not get angry.

Later, Miss Xia became the master's guest, and when she came to the house as a guest, she chatted with her wife very much. It didn't take long for her status as a doorman, in the hearts of the lord and his wife, to be higher than that of her only son Xia Zhike.