At this moment, it is more important to kill Ye Chen.

This Ke Yingying should be the young girl who rescued Ye Chen. According to the usual routine, her identity and background must be very complicated.

Therefore, if you want to deal with Ye Chen, you have to overcome the hurdle of Ke Yingying.

It is best to strike first and get rid of the roots.

Suddenly, many fragments of memories about Ke Yingying emerged in his mind.

He was somewhat surprised by the other party's identity and background. He originally thought that Ke Yingying must be from some transcendent force, or at least from a big family.

Through memory fragments, we learned that Ke Yingying's parents were actually casual cultivators, and their cultivation level was unknown.

Even Ke Yingying had only seen her parents a few times. Because she was on good terms with the prefect of Nanyang Prefecture, she was fostered in his home.

The prefect of Nanyang Prefecture treated Ke Yingying as his own daughter, and the Ye family was a prosperous immortal cultivation family in Nanyang, so they had close contacts.

Apart from this, there are no more relevant memories.

But even so, it was enough to make him feel difficult.

He was not naive enough to think that this matter was as simple as it seemed.

He Changsheng was a little disappointed. There was very little valuable information in these memories, and he was basically ignorant of the power behind Ke Yingying.

He didn't believe in the so-called wandering cultivator parents. These were just what Ke Yingying thought. It was uncertain what the truth was.

The spiritual energy consumed in this simulation was wasted.

In front, the aura emanating from Mo Lianyun suddenly rose and spread in all directions.

"The little banshee has already established her foundation... When I think back to the experience of establishing my foundation in the simulation, it's simply a shed of bitter tears." He Changsheng sighed.

The medicinal properties of this Hundred Tribulations Fruit are really strong. Even after so much time has passed, the medicinal effect is still so strong.

What a pity, it's not his cup of tea, otherwise, by relying on simulation to gain experience here, he could be squeezed dry.

Instead of the body being hollowed out every time in the initial simulation...

He Changsheng had nothing to do, so he simply started exploring the area around the Hundred Tribulations Fruit again. Just like before, he still found nothing.

Half an hour later.

Mo Lianyun woke up, and the medicinal effects of the Hundred Tribulations Fruit had all been refined by her, and her cultivation eventually stagnated at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

She took a deep breath and felt refreshed.

She was quite satisfied with her current appearance after transformation.

I was so busy refining the remaining medicinal power just now that I didn't have time to feel it carefully. Now it seems that it is simply fascinating.

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Mo Lianyun lowered his head and took in everything. A pair of delicate and white feet came into view, but something seemed wrong.

Oh yeah, no shoes yet.

With a thought, she looked at He Changsheng eagerly again and said in a soft voice:

"Human cultivator, I don't even have shoes."

"Don't look at me. I don't have any extra shoes. I only have the pair on my feet. Don't even think about it." He Changsheng shook his head. It was simply a fantasy to want him to sacrifice himself to become a demon.

"Then you choose. Either give me shoes to wear, or you take the trouble to carry me on my back." Mo Lianyun frowned slightly.

Humph, ruthless!

"Forget it. It doesn't matter whether I carry it on my back or not. I just feel uncomfortable because it's too uncomfortable." He Changsheng remained unmoved. Don't think that you can impress him by changing your shape.

Don’t even think about it!

Mo Lianyun also sensed something was amiss and glared at him, "Human cultivator, you're going too far. How can you be so unkind and unfeeling? I won't take any responsibility, but you must be responsible for me!"

He Changsheng held his forehead with his hand. The style of the painting suddenly seemed a little strange. If someone didn't know better, they would think he was bullying a child.

Why did he suddenly bring up the issue of responsibility? All that talk of being gentle and considerate to women doesn't work on him.

What's more, this word is meant for human beings, and the little banshee is not included.

He Changsheng was so annoyed that he said helplessly: "How about... I try to make you a pair of straw sandals, you can wear them for now."

Mo Lianyun said resentfully, "Human cultivator, are you stupid? Have you ever seen a female demon wearing straw sandals? If this gets out, wouldn't I be laughed at?"

"Maybe it didn't exist before, but it exists now, doesn't it?" He Changsheng chuckled.

Mo Lianyun: “???”

Countless question marks appeared on her little face, and then she didn't respond, but just looked at He Changsheng silently.

He Changsheng was stared at like this, as if he was being stared into the abyss.

He smiled calmly. Although he said no now, his body would be honest later. No one could escape the law of true fragrance, not even a demon.

After He Changsheng swung his sword several times, the dead tree beside him was cut into the outline of a pair of shoes.

Looking at his masterpiece, He Changsheng nodded with satisfaction.

Then his eyes fell on the flawless white jade feet of the little demon girl.

He just wanted to check the size and had absolutely no extra thoughts.

Mo Lianyun felt a little uneasy when he looked at her, and snorted softly, "Hmph, what are you looking at? Anyway, I won't wear it."

"Raise your foot." He Changsheng said without raising his head.

Mo Lianyun lifted his right foot slightly as if possessed by some mysterious force.

He Changsheng grabbed it and found it soft and delicate, like warm silk. He couldn't help but pinch it lightly.

Mo Lianyun widened his eyes.

Her whole body was stunned for a moment, and her neck turned slightly red.

"Human cultivator, you indeed have evil intentions towards me. Stay away from me!" Mo Lianyun said with a wary look on her pretty face.

Even his body couldn't help but take a few steps back.

"Hehe, I'm just measuring the size, why are you imagining things?" He Changsheng said seriously.

Mo Lianyun was skeptical...

He Changsheng withdrew his gaze and continued with the task at hand.

The sword came down with the hand raised.

After a while, the prototypes of the two small shoes were finally finalized.

It might be a bit painful... He Changsheng had no choice but to take out another piece of clothing from his bag.

Clothes minus one.

Don't ask him why he carries so many coarse and tattered clothes even though he is cultivating immortality. If you ask, he just brings them with him.

How can we throw away the old one when the new one is not found yet?

Mo Lianyun was quickly attracted by the little white shoes on the ground.

Looking at it...it seems pretty good.

How about...giving it a try?

Just as she was about to lift her foot, He Changsheng suddenly stopped her, saying, "You don't like these shoes, right? I was thinking of taking them to Yangping to exchange for some money. There's no such thing as a free lunch. With this kind of craftsmanship, it wouldn't be too much to exchange it for a few golden pills or something."

Mo Lianyun's pretty face darkened and she said, "Human cultivator, how could you treat me like this!?"

And you think the golden elixir is cabbage.

"Then you can give me whatever you think is appropriate, and then we can sign and seal it." He Changsheng thought about it. This time he brought the talisman pen and talisman paper with him, so he could write anything and it was considered that he could make full use of them.

"Then you should keep it for yourself. I still want you to carry it on my back while I travel. It is more in line with my status. You should just adapt to the duties of the chief steward of your slaves in advance. Isn't this the best of both worlds?" Mo Lianyun said with his eyes lighting up.

He Changsheng raised his hand and touched the little banshee's forehead. She didn't have a fever. Could it be that the transformation had damaged her brain?