The bottle that held the tree spirit slipped from his palm, and Kou Xiangxin was stunned, bent down, and lifted the sheets.

"Huh, want to run?" He snorted coldly, picked up the bottle, and flicked the bottle with two fingers, "It's not that easy!" ”

The dryad spirit trembled slightly, and the light seemed to dim a little.

Kou Xiangxin didn't notice these small details, he put the glass bottle in his pocket and hurried out the door again.

Under the bed, Nan Xian was so shocked that she didn't know how to react.

Just now, she was obviously hiding here, but Kou Xiangxin didn't even glance at herself as if she didn't see her at all, picked up the bottle and left.

She vaguely felt that this might have something to do with the women's clothing boss.

Thinking of this, she looked to his position.

However, there was no one behind him.

"Come out, he's gone."

A languid, pleasant voice came from above, and the intonation sounded like it had a southern accent, and the end of each word rose slightly like a song.

She turned her head along the source of the sound and saw that the pair of red-soled high heels had stepped on where Kou Xiangxin had been standing.

She didn't know how many times she had been scared tonight, so much so that she even felt a little funny at the moment.

Nan Xian: ...... Well, at least I'm sure the women's clothing boss is definitely not human.

She slipped out from under the bed, her eyes locked on the women's clothing boss, vigilantly keeping a safe distance from him.

The big guy doesn't look like he just came out from under the bed at all, even the hair is not messy at all, and every strand of curls is just right.

He took out a jewel-encrusted cigarette case from his coat pocket, picked up a thin cigarette between his white and slender fingers, and rubbed the index finger and thumb of his other hand lightly, and a cluster of almost pale flames jumped up on his fingertips.

Nan Xian's eyes widened slightly.

She knew that there were magical things like spells in this world, but this was the first time she had seen it with her own eyes.

He lit the cigarette, but instead of putting it in his mouth and smoking it, he pinched it and waved it in the air.

Nan Xian was a little confused at first, but soon she realized that he was drawing talismans!

Wisps of smoke condensed in the air, his movements were smooth and natural, his side face was bright and bright, and the corners of his lips pursed a serious arc, which made the originally very strange scene look like a few different kinds of beauty.

When the last stroke was completed, the smoke burned to an end, and the orange light dimmed.

With a flick of his fingertips, the cigarette butt vanished.

Before Nan Xian could see the complicated talisman, it collapsed violently, and the gray-white smoke closed and dispersed like a tornado, and finally, it formed the shape of a city in the air.

She recognized it, quickly recognized a landmark building, and subconsciously said, "This is ...... Gyeongseong? ”

Qingcheng is a bustling southern city, and Nanxian likes it very much.

The women's clothing boss turned his head to look at her, and a glimmer of unknown meaning flashed in the smiling fox's eyes.

Only then did Nan Xian realize that there was a vermilion tear mole under his eyes, very close to his eyelashes, like red tears.

Glamorous like a demon.

Really...... It's not human.

However, he doesn't seem to have any ill will towards himself?

Nan Xian's instincts have always been very accurate.

Moreover, she has a sense of intimacy with this women's clothing boss, who is obviously a stranger who has never met before.

Seeing that he seemed to be looking for something in this smoke map, Nan Xian thought about it, let go of her mind of turning around and running away, and stepped forward boldly.

"Are you looking for something? I know Qingcheng very well, and I may be able to help you. ”

The women's clothing boss paused when he heard this, raised his eyebrows, stared at her with a gaze that Nan Xian couldn't understand, and didn't speak for a long time.

He was tall, and Nan Xian needed to hold her head up to meet him.

She was a little nervous, her breathing unconsciously accelerated, and her fingers subconsciously tightened.

He quickly noticed, his eyelashes drooping, his gaze gently sweeping over her hand.

As if he had seen something amusement, his eyebrows and eyes were stretched, and his red lips curled in a very pleasant arc.

Nan Xian watched him approach her, almost to the distance where her face was close to her face.

She couldn't move, as if she had been spelled.

The man's slightly cool fingertips were pressed against the center of her eyebrows.

She heard him laugh and say:

"Ah Xian, you are really- haven't changed at all."

Nan Xian opened her eyes, the sky was spinning, and the light was dazzling.

She was top-heavy, her stomach was tumbling, and she felt like she was on the most exciting roller coaster, holding on to the edge of the bed and bending over to retch.

After a while, she felt that her soul had returned to its place.

Something dangled in front of her eyes, and she wiped away the tears that had blurred her vision, and her gaze focused.

There was a glass bottle hanging from her chest, a ball of bright green beating happily in the bottle.