She runs a store in another world

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door. Wen Ying put down the things in her hands and looked at the door. There was a human figure faintly printed on it.

"Who?" Song Lin stood in front of the door and looked at the person behind the door.

"I'm here to bring you food." A soft voice sounded from behind the door.

Song Lin opened the door, and a fairy in colorful clothes was holding a plate and smiling.

He didn't know if it was because her pupils were too dark, but Wen Ying always felt that she was smiling deliberately, which looked weird.

"This is Jiaoli and Huozhao, and this is fine wine." The immortal envoy placed the glass cups on the table one by one and explained in detail.

Wen Ying looked over and saw that it was just a pear and a date. The whole name she didn't understand was the water. What was it called? It looked sparkling and glowing, as if special effects had been added. However, There seems to be a problem.

"Immortal envoy, I saw a tall building on the top of the mountain. It is extremely beautiful. Do you live there?"

As soon as Wen Ying came in, he saw the tall building, standing on the top of the mountain. In the immortal sect in the novel, not only the leader, but also the immortal must be an immortal to live at such a high place.

"Of course not, that is the residence of the true immortal." The immortal messenger looked at Wen Ying and said slowly and softly, with gentle and sticky eyes.

Wen Ying also wanted to ask this so-called true immortal, but the immortal envoy didn't seem to want to answer her anymore and said, "Guests should not ask too much. Immortals don't like to be talked about casually." Then he turned and left.

Wen Ying felt that this sentence was more like a warning. What would happen if we talked about it?

It seems that everything here conforms to the world's definition of the world of immortals, like the immortal settings stolen from people's minds.

"I think the taboo conditions here may be some taboos in the secular world that offend the gods." However, this is too scattered, there are too many wild myths, and there is no definition at all.

"We'll find out when someone triggers it." Song Lin picked up the jade cup and looked at the liquid inside.

With so many people in the dungeon, the taboo conditions are triggered faster, and someone is probably going to die tonight.

"You can't drink this," Wen Ying reminded, seeing that Song Rin seemed to be very interested in the wine.

"Did you smell it?" Song Lin handed the jade cup to Wen Ying.

What do you smell? Wen Ying put her nose close to Yuzhan and shook her head. There was no smell at all.

"It smells like blood." Song Lin replied, but he didn't know what kind of blood it was.

My mother, Wen Ying shook his hand and almost spilled the water inside, and quickly put the jade cup back on the table.

"Then what will happen if you drink it?" Wen Ying looked at the water in the jade cup. Fortunately, he didn't drink it. It was so disgusting.

"Let's do an experiment." Song Lin picked up the jade cup and poured it into the potted plant next to it.

Then Wen Ying saw with eyes wide open that flowers bloomed on the green branches, just like in all fantasy plots, flowers bloom slowly from the bones.

"Could it be that this is really fairy water? This is simply a dead tree blooming with spring." Wen Ying was a little doubtful. Could it be that she was wrong.

"You said it's beneficial to the things in the copy, are they good or bad?" Song Lin tapped Wen Ying's forehead.

Some things are arsenic to me and honey to him.

"Oh, you're right." Wen Ying felt that what Song Rong said was reasonable, but it was wrong to hit her on the forehead, so she raised her hand and hit her back, then jumped far away, "Even." Song Rin's mouth curled up slightly, He looked at the darkening sky outside and said, "We should go to sleep."

But there was only one bed in the room. Wen Ying looked at the only bed in the room. Although the bed was large and more than enough to sleep three or four people, she still felt a little uncomfortable when she thought about sleeping in the same bed with another person of the opposite sex. Awkward.

But there is nothing we can do. We can't let people build floors.

So the two of them slept on the south and north poles of the bed. Wen Ying lay straight on the bed, as stiff as a zombie.

Compared to the nervous Wen Ying, Song Rin was much calmer. She turned sideways, supported her head with her hands, and stared at Wen Ning, who didn't know where to place her hands and feet, "Are you going to sleep like this?"

Wen Ying swallowed, his eyes rolled continuously under his eyelids, and he said with some bravado: "Of course I sleep like this." How else could he sleep? What did he mean?

The side of her body suddenly sunk, and Wen Ying opened her eyes in panic. What came into view was Song Lin's enlarged face, so close that she could see the fine hair on his face.

"What are you doing?" Wen Ying felt his voice trembling.

Song Rin took a golden hairpin from her head and held it up to Wen Ying, "At least take this one off, in case it gets stuck in your head at night."

Oh, it turned out that I was removing jewelry, which scared her, but I couldn’t be so close to her suddenly.

"I'll do it myself." Wen Ying shrank to the side and wanted to sit up, but she didn't notice that half of her body had left the bed, and she fell down the bed with her center of gravity a little unsteady.

Seeing this, Song Rin took Wen Ying's hand, and the two collided with each other due to inertia. Wen Ying pressed his head tightly against Song Rin's chest.

She had never felt so clearly that Song Rin was not a living person, because the chest was very cold and hard, and there was no heartbeat.

So much so that she could hear her own heartbeat so clearly, one after another, deafening.

Wen Ying put her hand on the beating heart, as if this could hold down the wildly beating heart.

Why is her heart beating so fast?

By the way, it must be because I was about to fall down and was excited.

"I'll do it." A clear but hoarse voice sounded from above Wen Ying's head. Song Rin put his hand on Wen Ying's head while half-hugging Wen Ying.

Wen Ying could feel the hairpin being taken off her head and then placed on the table beside the bed. There was a clear sound of collision between gold and silver and the wooden table.

"Okay, go to sleep."

Wen Ying obediently lay down on the quilt, turned over and faced Song Rin, and pulled the quilt up to cover her red face.

Ahhhhh, she is a fool, so embarrassing.

Song Rin, who was behind him, couldn't help but smile. He looked at Wen Ying with his obsidian eyes, which were full of soft light.

"Good night." Song Lin also lay down.

"Good night." Wen Ying's somewhat muffled voice came from the quilt.