What safer place could there be for Blue Charm than this Strange Rock City?

The only cosmic overlord who can pose a threat to her acquiesces to her existence, and as long as she is safe, she can recuperate here with peace of mind. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info this is much better than being scared in other places.

But, the kid named Ron in front of her is really a problem, and it seems that he has entangled her. Okay, for the sake of the seniors, I'll be with you for the time being, and I'll talk about it after my injuries are healed.

But this kid is really funny, well, then I'll tease you first. If you think about it, how many thousands of years have you not experienced the life of a mortal?

Early the next morning, the genius was bright, and Ron, who had not slept all night, had already appeared at the door of Lan Mei's room with a large box of carefully prepared by his subordinates.

"Toot-toot-" Ron knocked softly on the door, trembling uncontrollably at the thought of the charming face in the room. This is the woman he has been looking for, this is the woman he wants to get no matter how much he gives, even if it is his life!

In the room, Lan Mei, who was sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed to heal her wounds, heard the knock on the door, shook her head helplessly, hurriedly stuffed herself into the quilt, and shouted weakly: "Who?"

"Me! Ron!"

"It's Brother Ron, please come in!"

Ron walked in with the food box, hurried to the blue ghost's bed, opened the food box one by one, and placed it in front of her.

"What do you like to eat?" Ron looked at her expectantly.

"I'll see—" Lan Mei looked at the food one by one, and could see that this kid had taken a snack, so she pointed to one of them and said, "That persimmon cake!"

When Ron heard this, he hurriedly handed it over with three-pronged chopsticks, Lan Mei was about to take it, but Ron hurriedly stopped her: "You are not well, I will feed you!"

Saying a pair of chopsticks and persimmon cakes, she fed a mouthful of porridge, and kept wiping the corners of her mouth with a warm towel in the middle. This meticulous care made Lan Mei, who has always been alone and has a cold and vicious personality, in a trance in front of her eyes. The ghost made a god suddenly, and suddenly turned over a memory that had been sealed for a long time tens of thousands of years.

At that time, she was still a little girl, and one day she was sick, and her mother fed her with such a mouthful of porridge and cakes, and the warmth in it made Lan Mei accidentally immersed in it.

Of course, this trance is only a momentary effort. But even she didn't notice that when she shook her head and came to her senses, when she looked at Ron again, the heart behind her cute eyes was no longer so cold.

Some people say that true feelings are not challenged by age and distance, so will it be challenged by cultivation?

Time flies, and the peaceful life of Qiyan City is day after day, and when I look back, those seemingly old memories are still vivid and have never been forgotten. But it adds a lot of sad emotions.

On this day, Mark set off a large string of firecrackers in the backyard of the store, listening to the roar of this "ping pong", he sighed silently in his heart:

"Ten years! It's been ten years since I came to this world! But I don't even know which world this is, which universe I belong to!

Over the years, he has lost all his cultivation, and he has only paid attention to three things as much as he can.

The first, and certainly the most important, is to pay attention to the condition of his soul restoration. The results were terrible, and it was expected to take a hundred years, but now after ten years, although it has improved slightly, it has not reached the level he wanted.

Second, pay attention to the progress of the disciple Pami's cultivation. As his personal disciple, Pami is almost as close to a biological father-daughter relationship. Mark naturally wanted to cultivate her with all his might, but the massive resources in his Ring of Legends could not be extracted, so Pami could only rely on his own hard power step by step.

However, after so many years, she finally did not disappoint Mark, because the requirements for spiritual power are not so strict compared to wizards, and there is no element of spiritual power, so the promotion speed is not much different from that of a warrior. Over the past few years, Pami has finally stumbled to the point of being at the top of the first level.

Of course, if she wants to be promoted to an intermediate magician, she still needs more experience, perception and penance. There is no doubt about it.

Third, Mark's last focus is on Ron and Blue Charm. There's also a bit of bad taste in Mark's heart.

The changes between the two in the past three or five years have made Mark really a little incomprehensible, to say that in the first two years, the relationship between the two was relatively normal, and this blue charm is estimated to be in the critical period of repairing his injuries. But in the next few years, the two actually began to go shopping on the street in and out of each other?

What are you going to do? Fall in love with a bang, or do you want to go on a trip?

Watching the deafening sound of firecrackers end in the smoke, Mark stood there for a long pause before getting up and walking to the front room.

In the past two years, "Strange Rock City" no longer needs him to carve it himself, and the curious and eager Pami took Mark's carving knife. It finally made him a lot easier. And soon Mark passed on his skill of stir-frying to Pami. Now he can be regarded as completely liberated.

As soon as I came to the store, the old customer Du appeared. When he saw Mark, he pulled him aside with a mysterious face, and whispered:

"Did you hear that?"

"What did you hear?" Mark blinked, he had rarely been to the Cold Wind Tavern in recent years, and the latest information was usually told to him by Old Man Du, who came over every day.

"I think you're making money and making stupid money, and you don't even know about such an important thing?" said Old Man Du with a look of disgust.

"What the hell is going on?" asked Mark without throwing him at all, and asked with a calm face.

"Hmph, I can't see your face full of beatings, I obviously want to know it to death, but I pretend to have a calm face. Are you fake?!" Old man Du looked obscene even if he scolded people.

"Then I'll go!" Mark said, turning to head to the backyard.

"Hey-don't-" Old man Du hurriedly grabbed him, this old man was not afraid of others scolding him, saying about him, praising him, and even humiliating him, what he was most afraid of was that people would ignore him. So how can he display his talent for speech?

"You don't know yet, do you? Then let me tell you, I'm afraid that there will be a war in Qiyan City recently!" Old Man Du was speechless.

"War?" Mark's face finally changed a little, but he still had a non-caring attitude, just frowned slightly, "Who are you fighting with?"

"Of course it's with other cities!" Old man Du took a sip of the tea that Pami had sold, and proudly began today's pre-lunch speech:

"Speaking of this war, first of all, we have to start with this Haiyin City, and the city lord of Haiyin City ......"

Listening to Old Man Du's story that he didn't know where to hear, Mark's face became worse and worse, and it seemed that no matter what the process was, this battle would not be able to run away in the end.