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There were many other fruits on the boss’ stall, but Wang Que fell in love with the sunset fruit at first sight.

This thing might turn you into a demon if you eat it!

"Reincarnated as a Hilichurl, ate the Sunset Fruit and became a Demon God!"

"Okay, please wait a moment."

The boss smiled and nodded to Wang Queqie, then picked out two of the largest and best-looking sunset fruits and went to the side where there were tools for making juice.

soon.

A glass of orange sunset juice appeared in front of the two.

Wang Que paid the bill and handed the cup of sunset juice to Shen He: "Try this, it will make you feel less greasy."

Shen He looked at the juice with small bubbles, took it and wanted to drink it.

"Wait." Wang Que stopped.

Shen He tilted his head and looked at him with a hint of doubt.

Wang Que picked up a branch from the boss's stall. It must have been from a fresh fruit that had been broken off by someone.

He pinched the branch with his right hand and exerted slight force. A ray of alchemical light bloomed, and the branch gradually stretched and became hollow inside.

After a breath,

Wang Que handed the branch to Shen He: "Here, a straw."

The branch no longer looks like a branch, it is just a wooden straw.

Shen He's eyes flashed slightly, he reached out to take it, and then put it in the cup.

He closed his slightly thin lips around the straw and took a light sip.

Sweetness blooms on the tip of the tongue, and the sweet scent of sunset fruit fills the nose.

She suddenly turned the cup towards Wang Que: "Sweet."

Sunlight filtered through the amber liquid, refracting tiny rainbow lights on the rim of the cup.

"Haha, as long as you like it, I don't need it."

Wang Que waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need it.

Hearing this, Shen He took back the cup, bit the straw again, and sucked carefully.

When he tasted the sweet flesh, the snow-white color on his slender eyebrows suddenly melted, and his eyelashes trembled lightly like a startled wild goose flying across the spring water, but were frozen again in an instant by the cold moonlight under his eyelashes.

Wang Que was watching from the side, his eyes a little distracted.

Shen He's shoulders, with their silver hair hanging down, were stained with the hustle and bustle of the city, but his back was as straight as the jade pillar of Kunlun, dividing the mundane world and his solitary immortal figure into a distinct twilight sky.

He was just drinking a glass of sunset juice, but he still looked so extraordinary.

"No more." Soon, the cup was empty and Shen He handed the cup to Wang Que.

Wang Que, whose heart was pounding, suddenly came to his senses. He reached out to take the cup, but found that the straw was not there.

Glancing at Shen He, she was holding the straw in her hand and seemed reluctant to let go.

I didn't care and returned the cup to the boss.

The boss took it with a smile and put the cup into the bucket beside him: "Boss Wang, this is you..."

Wang Que is somewhat famous here, and the boss also knows him.

However, the fruit stall owner's smile was a little ambiguous.

Wang Que quickly explained: "This is my senior sister."

"Oh, it's my senior sister." The fruit stall owner smiled.

Wang Que had no choice but to take Shen He away.

When we reached Sanwan Harbor, the storyteller's wake-up stick beat the hustle and bustle of the market.

Wang Que was about to comment on Tian Tiezui's storytelling, but when he turned around, he saw Shen He standing under the eaves of a pavilion, looking at a man selling candy figures.

When the wind blew, the red string in her hair swayed in unison with the bells on the eaves. The three-no girl moved her lips slightly: "It's like a painting."

The words were so light that they almost disappeared in the wind, but they did not cause Wang Que's chest to suddenly feel hotter.

"Ahem, buy it if you like it."

Wang Que took out Mora.

The boss took Mora and looked at the two of them with a smile: "Do you want flowers, birds, insects, fish, or portraits?"

Wang Que looked at Shen He.

But he found that Shen He was also looking at him.

understood.

"I want a portrait."

The boss nodded immediately: "Okay, wait a moment."

Take out a spoon, scoop out a spoonful of sugar juice, and start painting.

The boss's movements are very skillful.

Soon, a lifelike Shenhe sugar man was outlined.

Then there was Wang Que’s. The young man had an upright figure, and even though he was a sugar man, he still had some heroic spirit.

"Give."

Wang Que took the two sugar figures from the boss and handed Shen He's to her.

Shen He reached out to take it, pinching the small wooden stick under the sugar man with his fingertips. When his dark green wide sleeves slid down, half of his white wrist was revealed, shining with a cold jade-like light in the setting sun.

Wang Que always had a feeling that when he was with Shen He, his eyes would focus on Shen He, and the people around him seemed to be blurred.

"Eat."

Wang Que withdrew his gaze. He also had one in his hand. After he finished speaking, he put it close to his mouth without worrying about it sticking to his cheek.

Glancing at Wang Que who was eating, Shen He slightly opened his lips and took a bite with hesitation. The sugar threads stuck to the corners of his lips, making his usually cold face look a bit childish.

After biting it, her calm eyes suddenly widened, and her drooping silver eyelashes cast butterfly-wing shadows on her eyelids.

The sweetness of the sugar shreds melting on her tongue made her eyebrows move slightly, and her eyes, which were usually like an ice-covered lake, began to ripple.

When she lowered her eyes to gaze at the sugar man in her hand again, the curve of her crescent-shaped eyebrows became even softer, and even the red rope tied around her ears swayed.

She seemed to recall some distant memory, a memory that was almost forgotten.

It was a picture of a pale-faced woman with a little girl on the street.

In the picture, the little girl is also holding a string of lifelike sugar figures.

The little girl... was very happy.

For a moment, she was a little dazed.

The sugar threads unconsciously slid across her lips, and her watery lips were stained with honey, which was even more translucent than the crane feathers hanging from her temples.

"How's it going? Is it delicious?"

Wang Que's voice came to my ears.

Shen He came back to his senses, looked at the sugar man in his hand, and wondered what he was thinking.

moment,

"Yeah, sweet."

She nodded slightly.

Wang Que didn't know what Shen He was recalling, but he still smiled and said, "Let's go and listen to Tian Tiezui's storytelling."

Shen He looked at Wang Que with softer eyes and nodded: "Okay."

There were even more people at the storytelling tea stall.

However, Wang Que and Shen He did not need to squeeze. With Shen He's aura, when she walked over, the crowd would unconsciously give way.

After the two approached.

Then one heard Tian Tiezui slamming the wake-up stick against the faded elm table, startling the copper bells on the eaves of the tea stall to jingle.

"The hurricane created by the golden-winged roc flattened half of the mountain..."

The hoarse ending tone was still lingering in the morning mist, and the three-finger-wide folding fan opened with a "swish".

The tea drinkers all leaned forward half an inch at the same time, and the hot steam from the tea soup condensed on everyone's tense brows.

The storyteller suddenly took the fan bone into his palm and said, "But who knew that the evil demon had already laid an ambush..."

This is a story about an event that happened long ago, in which an evil demon was wreaking havoc among the mountains and was eventually killed by the Great Sage Subduing Demons and the Emperor.

Wang Que was listening intently when suddenly he heard a sentence.

"fake."

Shen He frowned slightly: "Everything he said is false."

Her voice was normal, not too low, attracting the attention of several people around her.

Wang Que quickly pulled her up and walked out while greeting her awkwardly.

He finally breathed a sigh of relief after he finally walked out of the crowd.

"You...are you on the run?"

Shen He's right hand was held by Wang Que, but he was asking strange questions.

Wang Que rolled his eyes: "You're about to destroy my job, how can I not take you with me and run away?"

Shen He frowned, "But what he said was indeed a lie. In that battle, I heard from my master that the Emperor didn't make a move at all. It was the Demon Subduing Great Sage who single-handedly defeated the enemy."

"Ahem, storytelling, there must be artistic processing. Before, the Kitchen God was Marcosius, and now he is the Emperor." Wang Que explained helplessly.

Shen He frowned slightly and looked at Wang Que strangely: "How did you know?"

Wang Que's expression froze. Is this the key?

"That's not important. I'm Grandma Ping's disciple, so it's reasonable for me to know some secrets of the immortals."

"The important thing is that they are making money and have not offended us, so we cannot destroy their jobs."

Shen He frowned and nodded, "I understand."

"Senior Sister, it's a good thing to speak your mind, but you also have to consider the occasion." Wang Que reminded again.

Shen He didn't understand: "Master never taught me."

True Lord Liuyunjiefeng had indeed never taught Shen He how to speak in different situations.

wrong!

Master Liuyunjiefeng himself is a big mouth.

Thinking of Master Liuyunjiefeng, Wang Que felt that Shen He's habit of "speaking his mind directly" was not really his fault.

Chapter 168 Ganyu: Don’t say it!

Stay away from three bowls but not harbor.

Wang Que took Shen He to continue eating at Huyan.

Until night falls.

"Come on, I'll take you to where you'll rest for the night."

After shopping and eating for a long time, Wang Que felt a little tired.

There aren't many people here now, so it's a good time to take Shen He to arrange accommodation for the night.

He planned to arrange Shen He to stay at [Adventure Best], where there were guest rooms available.

As for why it was not given to Bixie to live there before, but is given to Shenhe now.

Then Wang Que could only say, "Don't worry about it."