The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　"You're not doing anything weird, are you?"

　"Strange things? How could that be? Our family members are all very cute! For example, you!"

　Aurora patted Xingmo's shoulder, her demeanor like a boss giving recognition to her employees:

　"Say hello to them! Come on, don't be shy."

　"Cute...? Really..."

　Xingmo swallowed the second half of the sentence because the crack opened up.

　At this moment, she was looking into at least a hundred eyes, all on the trunk of a crooked tree.

　When looking at Xingmo, those eyes narrowed in a friendly manner, and the thorny branches swayed towards Xingmo.

　"Hi, Miss Saint!" More than fifty sharp-toothed mouths opened between the one hundred eyes. "Hello, I am..."

　Xingmo closed the rift.

　She lowered her head, wiped her face deeply, then folded her umbrella and looked up at the gray sky.

　I'm as cute as that thing...???

Chapter 386: Danzhou Ancient City and Oil-Paper Umbrellas (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　After trying hard to forget what Aurora had done, Xingmo finally had an appetite for the delicious hot pot in front of him.

　Of course, this mainly depends on Aurora spending dozens of minutes convincing Xingmo that not all followers are so ugly.

　She showed Xingmo a puppy companion made of rattan as evidence. Although it still had a lot of eyes, at least it looked a lot cuter.

　This restored Xingmo's appetite...and her confidence in her appearance.

　"Hoohoo, hot pot, hot pot hot pot."

　Aurora picked up a piece of beef from the bottom of the boiling pot with chili peppers floating on it and began to chew it with big mouthfuls.

　"Eat slowly," Xingmo patted the little ancestor's back, "How spicy is it?"

　"Very good!" Aurora gave a thumbs up. "A little spicier than East City, but acceptable!"

　Yes, you have to be able to handle spicy food to experience the joy of hotpot...

　Xingmo also picked up a piece of hot beef and was about to put it in her mouth when Aurora pushed a small seasoning plate over to her:

　"Try our condiments!"

　Xingmo took a look at Aurora's sauce plate: oyster sauce, coriander, chopped green onions, and minced garlic, a very common combination.

　She dipped the beef into Aurora's plate and chewed it gently, feeling the aroma of the fragrant juice and the dipping sauce bursting out together.

　"The taste is a bit strong, but the seasoning ratio is good," Xingmo nodded. "You can reduce the proportion of oyster sauce next time."

　"That's a pretty high rating," Aurora smiled. "Not bad, not bad."

　"Because I also use the same seasoning when I eat hot pot," Xing Mo blinked, "Isn't that right... Never mind, it's okay."

　"Hmm? What's wrong?" Aurora tilted her head.

　"It's okay, it's okay," Xingmo smiled.

　She guessed that Miriam must have told Aurora about this set of seasonings!

　Miriam is really just trying to match people up...

　Xingmo smiled slightly and looked at the two people across the table.

　Alice was busy serving the dishes, while Vivian looked absent-minded.

　When she pressed the same poor piece of tripe into the hot pot for the fifteenth time, Xingmo said:

　"Sister Vivian, I can't chew the tripe anymore."

　"Ah? Oh..." Vivian came back to her senses, "It's okay... I have good teeth..."

　She put the tripe into her mouth and crunched it, still looking absent-minded.

　Alice reached out and gently rubbed her little dragon girl's neck:

　"Are you worried?"

　"Not really," Vivian shook her head, "I just feel... this atmosphere... is very familiar..."

　A courtyard, steaming hot pot, and noisy faces gathered around the table.

　Fuzzy, yet real.

　"It's okay. Don't stop because of me." Vivian smiled apologetically at the three of them. "Let's eat quickly."

　Seeing Vivian like this, Aurora

　La puffed out her cheeks slightly.

　"I feel like you've become like the little saint you used to be," she muttered, "a bit withdrawn!"

　"I'm not that aloof..." Xing Mo stuck out her tongue.

　"Alright, you're all good, sensible kids," Alice said, trying to smooth things over. "It's okay. Some emotions... just take a while to process."

　She picked up a piece of tripe, tossed it up and down, dipped it in the sauce, and then brought it to Vivian's mouth.

　"Come on, ah~"

　Seeing Alice feeding a child, Vivian stuck out her tongue sheepishly, then gently opened her mouth.

　"what..."

　"So... you grabbed the gift they were going to give... and then let them take it away?"

　By the quaint window, Zuo Shao stretched out his hand to catch the raindrops falling from the gray clouds.

　He turned his handsome, sharp features to the side and looked at Lin Yan, who had a dazed look in his eyes behind him.

　"It's not taking away..." Lin Yan murmured, "It's definitely not that simple..."

　"Are you referring to the little incidents that happened during the process?" Zuo Shao raised his eyebrows. "Those accidents...are also considered part of their strength?"

　"Not really! But..." Lin Yan gently touched his Adam's apple, "That's such a coincidence..."

　One after another, the followers left the team due to accidents... The kitten that inexplicably stole the wand... And the fallen pants...

　Is it a coincidence? It's all a coincidence...

　But Lin Yan felt something was amiss: were coincidences supposed to happen one after another? Even if it were a coincidence, could it be so lucky that he would be able to land right in front of the girl and hand over the loot he had snatched?

　Looking at Lin Yan's depressed look, Zuo Shao sighed gracefully.

　He closed the window, walked to Lin Yan and looked down at him.

　"You don't believe me?" Lin Yan raised his head.

　"Of course I believe you. After all, the tattoo on your hand is from... Lin Yu himself," Zuo Shao laughed dumbly. "The fact that your uncle was hunted by that mad dragon proves the value of his identity, doesn't it?"

　Four months ago, Lin Yan's uncle Lin Yu died at the hands of Gu Longshou. This incident caused a sensation throughout Danzhou and made people panic for a while.

　Zuo Shao grabbed Lin Yan's hand, gently stroked the black tattoo on his hand, and murmured:

　"The gift from the Dragon Lord should allow you to perceive some...disharmony. Perhaps there is something truly extraordinary about those strangers."

　"Right, right!" Lin Yan quickly agreed, "So many coincidences, how could it be possible..."

　He remembered that his pants fell down and he fell, cleared his throat and said:

　"One more thing, I saw the gifts those outsiders brought..."

　"What is it?" Zuo Shao looked up.

　"...It's a scale. I almost fainted when I saw it. It must... really be a dragon scale."

　Hearing this, Zuo Shao stood up and paced back and forth by the window.

　"That's even more interesting..." he murmured, "Do they really have the ability to...hunt a dragon?"

　"Shouldn't we just leave them alone?" Lin Yan seemed a little timid. "I mean... they're here to deal with the Ancient Dragon Hunters anyway, right? Didn't your father say..."

　"Just because my father wants to cooperate with outsiders doesn't mean I want to cooperate with outsiders too." Zuo Shao said coldly.

　The expression on his face suddenly changed, becoming more ferocious and unfathomable.

　"Don't forget, the night your uncle died was the night the holy relic in the White Tower exploded," he said word by word, looking at the timid Lin Yan. "Are those outsiders really just here to kill the ancient dragon? No... maybe they are trying to convey another message to us..."

　"what's the message?"

　“They are more powerful.”

　Zuo Shao clapped his hands lightly, and several men in black suits came up and stood at attention in front of him.

　"You all know what to do, right?" Zuo Shao's eyes swept over them. "Keep the confidentiality measures in place and go test the waters, okay?"

　"no problem."

　The man in black retreated without delay and began to assign tasks professionally.

　Looking at this scene, Lin Yan was stunned for a moment.

　"The men in black? Are you going to tear your face off with those outsiders?" He muttered, "It's not like you..."

　"How can we say we're being rude," Zuo Shao smiled. "The ambassador from the Academy City possesses a suspicious and dizzying supernatural object, and intends to give it to the prefect as a gift. As the guardian of Danzhou, what's wrong with me sending someone to investigate?"

　He ignored Lin Yan, walked to the bed alone, and reached out to catch the rain again.

　Come on, outsider, let me see what you are capable of... he thought to himself.

　"So, that kid seems to be a character."

　Xingmo unfolded the magazine and showed the large front page to Aurora, who was sitting across from her:

　"Lin Yan, son of a well-known tobacco tycoon in Danzhou..."

　"Smoking is not good at all," Aurora said, pinching her face out of boredom. "It's harmful to your own life, and it's harmful to the lives of others as well."

　"This tobacco tycoon's name is Lin Kemu," Xingmo said, looking at the magazine by herself. "Lin Kemu... is a rich man, so why does his son act like a gangster?"

　Thinking of the feedback from the string of fate - the followers beside the young master named Lin Yan were indeed

　They are all kinds of people, and there are no decent people among them.

　"A frivolous rich second generation." Xing Mo nodded thoughtfully.

　"It's great to be a rich second-generation who doesn't work properly." Aurora blinked.

　"Why is it good?" Xingmo was curious.

　"Because if he wants to do something serious, he will probably squander all the family fortune." Aurora pointed at Lin Yan standing next to Lin Kemu on the magazine cover.

　"puff."

　Xingmo reached out and rubbed Aurora's head, thinking that this little girl was getting better and better at telling jokes.

　"So, the tobacco tycoon's son brought people to steal our gifts," Xingmo nodded. "Does this reflect the Danzhou government's actual attitude towards our arrival?"

　"Didn't they invite us here? Surely things won't get too bad," Aurora muttered. "From what I can tell, it's the Black Dragon Society's bad guys who are causing this."

　"Black Dragon Society?" Xing Mo laughed, "Impossible."

　"Why isn't it possible?"

　"That guy looks like a fool, not the Riddler." Xing Mo shook his head.

　She recalled Heimu's sullen face and spread her hands with emotion:

　"If he's truly a member of the Black Dragon Society, he wouldn't casually show off his tattoos. After all, they're a secretive organization that serves an unknown god. Using tattoos in broad daylight would only make him look like an amateur."

　"That's true," Aurora stretched lazily. "But it's just a small fry anyway. Let's just keep an eye on it. Maybe there will be a surprise."

　"I don't have any expectations about this." Xingmo shook his head.

　In her opinion, the essence of this matter was more like a ridiculous provocation made by a rich young man in order to find a sense of existence, most of which was accompanied by a strange sense of superiority of "You are a foreigner, you are not welcome here".

　As for whether there are other intentions behind this... I'll know when I meet the prefect tomorrow.

　"It's nothing interesting," Xingmo stretched, "Little pillow, come take a nap."

　"You said, Princess, please take a nap." Aurora opened her arms.

　"Princess, please take a nap~ Ouch, don't jump on me! You weigh too!"

　"That's because I eat too well. Besides, I don't weigh anything. I'm so light."