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Chapter 217 The Fireworks World, An Taiping 1

Perhaps because of the warning from Jialan, Lan Shuying felt that this dark gold palace gave her a feeling of depression, so she didn't stay longer.

The moment she left, the palace collapsed.

Not a trace of dust leaked outside.

Seen from above, it looked like a palm that was suddenly clenched, and Lan Shuying was a gust of wind that had just escaped through the gap between the fingers.

She watched this scene in the mustard boat with a gloomy expression.

Toffee's diamond body floated beside her, and as said earlier, it was dormant.

In the entire mustard boat space, there is only herself, a soul without breath and temperature.

For a moment, he was extremely lonely.

She froze for a moment.

I can't help but poke at the crystal shell of the toffee. Without you making noise, would I feel lonely...

After Lan Shuying hesitated slightly, a fire lotus flower rose from the palm of her left hand.

It burns happily, occasionally splashing out slender fire letters, which are the torn silk of the lotus flower.

As if she was bewitched, she turned the fire lotus into a wisp of fire, condensed on her index finger, and slowly approached her right arm.

The place scorched by the flames was like a ignited scroll, and green smoke immediately rose.

hiss!

She withdrew the fire, and it took a little effort to repair the soul body.

Still...too impatient.

If the fire spirit is still there, she can use this fire to temper her soul and body to make herself stronger.Huo with spiritual consciousness knows how to identify the enemy and the enemy, and also knows what the effect she wants to look like, and she will definitely not cause the self-harm like just now.

This time it was to decrypt the world. She didn't gain a soul, but Toffee benefited a lot.

It will then sleep for a long time. In that world, it roughly digested the weakest clone of the witch, and then devoured three clones, as well as the white ball left after the death of the witch itself.

In this way, it is difficult to determine the time when Toffee wakes up.

However, Nightingale's data card might have been exposed.

Now, she can use the dormant toffee as a key, open the gate to find the body, and bypass Nanming Mansion for private transactions.

But I feel uneasy.It's better to take a rest for a while, to settle down the recent experience, which is also good for the expansion of the upper limit of the soul body.

To be honest, Lan Shuying still didn't quite understand Qiao Sen's choice.

She didn't think of killing Qiao Sen at first, but she just felt sorry for him and let him out.She guessed that the photo frame of Jiemen was not the door to leave the C world, but the cage that imprisoned Qiao Sen.

The real door was Qiao Sen himself.

Jialan said that the love between the two of them was too distorted, and it was inevitable that it would not be complete, but the ending of their mutual death was satisfactory.In the end, he teased her: "You are just a spectator, so you don't have to think so much."

Indeed not.

Lan Shuying leaned on the silver seat and closed her eyes quietly.

There was silence in the space.

After an unknown amount of time, the Diamond Rubik's Cube above the Ginza handrail trembled.

She opened her eyes, and the toffee obediently jumped into her hand.

"Master, I have grown up again."

No new features have been developed this time, only improvements based on the original ones.

What surprised Lan Shuying the most was that the illusion had advanced.

Now, Toffee can hack into Nanming Mansion's tasker identity system and help her transform into any tasker.

"Master, let's go to the next world."

"it is good."

……

There are two running figures in the long tunnel.

There are countless black shadows chasing behind them, getting closer and closer, and the physical strength of the two refugees is close to the limit.

The man running in front fell slightly behind the woman, he cut open his palm with a knife, and threw out a handful of blood-stained charms: "I will fight with you!"

"Brother!" the woman screamed.

A black shadow surrounded her petite body in an instant.

The screams resounded throughout the tomb.

She didn't understand until the end of her life, why did the senior brother who shouted to fight the ghosts push her over...

……

Lan Shuying subconsciously stretched out her hand to her throat.

Smooth skin, no pain or itching.

But she just felt uncomfortably blocked, as if someone had forced a rag the size of a fist into it, making it much more difficult to breathe.

There is a cup of residual tea within sight.

She weighed the teapot next to her, found it was empty, and took a break from drinking water for a while, planning to find a quiet place to receive materials.

At this time, a skinny bald guy who looked like a clerk came to look for something, saw her standing here, and said in surprise: "Mute girl, why are you still standing here, Master Tang is still waiting for your tea!"

When he turned to one side, Lan Shuying noticed that this man was not bald.

There is also a waist-length braid attached to the back of his head, and a few red ropes are wrapped underneath. The braids are neatly braided and beautiful, which makes him appear to be in good spirits.

She has seen this kind of dress on TV.

Therefore, the time background of this small world should be between the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, and we have to look at the specific year.

He turned around in the small courtyard, saw that she was still standing there, sighed, and walked over helplessly: "What's the matter? Did you get burned last night? Can't you even burn tea?"

Lan Shuying nodded.

The buddy complained, but his actions were fast, setting up the small iron pot in twos and threes.

After turning on the hot water, he turned out the tea leaves, and laughed at himself: "My little craftsmanship is far inferior to yours." The voice changed, and he said with a playful smile: "But, Mr. Tang is not the same. It's for tea, as long as you serve it yourself, even if it's mouse urine, he will still praise it as delicious!"

After these few sentences, Lan Shuying has roughly understood.

No wonder the throat felt uncomfortable just now, it turned out that the body she was pushing was a dumb woman.

Looking down, you can see that there are bumps and curves, and the waist is graceful. If you can catch the eyes of some master, you must be a beauty.

The clerk stretched his waist and sighed again: "You are lucky, if you can let Mr. Tang buy it, you will be the third wife in the house, it will be better than living with our elders, especially this time. The place, oh, it’s so evil. After receiving this month’s salary, I’m afraid you won’t be able to see me, brother.”

Lan Shuying wanted to ask him something, but she opened her mouth, her throat was blocked, and she couldn't even say a word, so she subconsciously frowned.

The man noticed it, and cheerfully cleaned the tea sets one by one and placed them on the table.

"Come on, it's hard to feel bad, don't cry, if the shopkeeper sees me and thinks I bullied you, it's my fault. What the scholar said is good, there is no banquet in the world that never ends, fate has come, It’s okay, Brother Xiaosong advises you, make plans early, but don’t..."

"cough!"

A heavy cough came from outside.

The buddy's "good words" came to an abrupt end, and he went into the house in despair.

This time it was an uncle with a gray beard who came in, wearing a melon cap, a crisp dark brown coat, glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a refined demeanor.

It's just that his brows were tightly furrowed, as if he had encountered something very difficult.

(End of this chapter)