Command three districts

Is this the mysterious person Qin Dong mentioned?

Qian Luo's expression froze. Her spiritual power hadn't yet returned to normal, only half. She looked at the mysterious man in front of her and said, "Who are you? Qin Dong is dead!"

"Oh? Dead?"

The mysterious man used magic to levitate the two manuals, not caring about Qin Dong's death: "Burning my life and fulfilling my wish is not a bad thing."

"Yeah... there's nothing wrong with fulfilling my wish..."

The mysterious man suddenly started talking nonsense, and a ball of black mist rushed around, scaring Qian Luo so much that she stepped back repeatedly. The people behind her were also confused and surprised, especially Chi Zhao, who dove into the spirit beast bag, patted his head for Qian Luo, and stuffed him into the spirit beast bag.

Qianluo caught a whiff of something unusual. Could the person before her be the Soul Devourer himself? Or perhaps one of his relatives?

"Soul Eater... True Man?"

Sure enough, the black mist actually stopped and stopped in front of Qianluo. The black mist looked very strange: "Do you know me?"

Qianluo raised an eyebrow. So he really was the Soul Devourer… Judging from his appearance, he must be a spirit, otherwise how could he have existed for so long? Could it be that he wrote both "The Secret of Burning the Body" and "The Soul Devourer Demonic Art"?

In the simulation, he cared so much about these two books of martial arts that he was not happy to hear anyone say good things about them. He was crazy and mad. Was he really possessed and had his brain burned out?

She coughed a few times, looking at the spirit in front of her who seemed not very smart, and deliberately said: "Haven't you already gone astray and your enemy is both defeated? What is your last wish for staying here?"

"Yes, what last wish do I have? I killed my enemies and avenged them, but my family can't come back. I helped that little girl because I hoped she could do the same as me and take revenge by killing people. But I didn't expect her fate to be the same as mine, burning her lifespan and losing her consciousness."

"Because I still harbored resentment, my soul was sealed within the Soul Devouring Demonic Art I wrote. I never imagined I'd be able to escape alive. Thousands of years have passed, and the world is at peace, but my family will never return."

"I would rather never have woken up and never formed an elixir."

Perhaps Qin Dong had also said what he said: even if the enemy was avenged, Zhu Ling would not come back. Sun Rushuang had also thought so: Chen Ziqiu was dead, but her mother would not come back either.

But Qianluo doesn't think so: "People should always look forward. Looking back will only make them stagnate and stay where they are."

"Little girl, you are right, but these belong to you living people, not to us dead people."

"Looking forward is too difficult, but looking back is easy." The Soul-Devouring Immortal shook his head. The black fog enveloped him and then gradually dissipated. His soul gradually disappeared, leaving only one sentence behind.

"Maybe everything is just fate..."

Destiny?

Qian Luo looked at the tranquility at the foot of the mountain. Further north were Districts 8 and 9. Districts 8 and 9 were not like this before. Yan Bufan abducted women on a large scale, causing tragedies for countless families. Wang Tongtian opened an arena and a gambling house and raised rents, causing people to live in dire straits.

"Destiny can be changed."

She changed the fate of Districts 8 and 9.

Qian Luo also let go of her sadness. She wanted to look forward, practice Qi, build a foundation, and form a pill... She wanted to move forward bravely. She still had a long way to go and could not forget her original intention!

"Let's go down the mountain."

"From now on, the lower three districts will be under my command!"

…

A month later, in the palace of District 7, on the high seat.

The girl touched the dragon head on the seat with her bare hands. The huge yellow dragon surrounded the throne, which was majestic and eye-catching, just like the ancient emperor's throne.

It seems that Chen Ziqiu also wants to become emperor.

All the mortals and monks from Districts 7 were waiting outside the palace. They were terrified and unwilling to accept the defeat, but they were all frightened by the monk guards from Districts 9 and 8, Mount Wendao.

"Who is the new district chief? Why didn't they get the Immortal Cultivation Alliance's approval? Did they parachute in?"

"It's only been a few days, why do I feel like something is getting more and more wrong?"

"And look! Why are all these people wearing swords!"

"They call themselves monks from Daoshan. What is Daoshan? I've never heard of it!"

"The district chief is dead, why didn't the Immortal Cultivation Alliance send someone down?"

"Shh! Stop talking! You're killing me!"

The most troublesome problem for Qianluo now is the barriers between districts and counties.

Qianluo asked the official passage and the staff at the smuggling port in District 7, and they all told her: "Districts 7 and 6 are closed. There are no entrances or exits."

"But now...are District 9 and District 8, District 8 and District 7..."

They secretly looked at the woman who was in charge of the third district, a beautiful girl, very young, but she was able to successfully kill the chief of the third district in less than three years!

The strength should not be underestimated!

And... she doesn't fit the image of the rumored demon at all.

Her skin is as white as snow, her face is beautiful, her eyes are hazy, and her whole face is dazzling. If she doesn't speak and doesn't sit on a high seat, she is so imposing that one would really think she is a statue of a goddess. One can't help but worship her without a trace of disrespect.

"Xiaoqing, Shuyu." Qianluo sat in the main seat, with Liu Xiaoqing and Jiang Shuyu next to her. When the two heard Qingshu say that Miss Qianluo was fighting Chen Ziqiu in District 7, they immediately brought the spirit ship to support Qianluo.

However, when they arrived, the place was already quiet and no one even dared to go out. After asking carefully, they found out that these people were actually afraid of Miss Qianluo!

The reason turned out to be that Miss Qianluo was a murderer who killed District Chief Chen Ziqiu!

“Bullshit!”

"Sister Rushuang said it all. It was Chen Ziqiu who committed the most evil! He wanted to make these people into corpse puppets! It was Miss Qianluo who saved them, but not only do they not know how to be grateful, they even speak ill of him behind his back!"

"I guess Chen Ziqiu acted too nicely in front of them, giving them free housing and free admission. They haven't seen Chen Ziqiu's terrifying appearance with their own eyes, so they definitely won't believe us!"

"This situation is much more difficult than in District 8. We finally managed to tame those ignorant and talkative people in District 8, and now a group of people from District 7 have appeared. They still hold a grudge against us. They really don't know what's good for us!"

…

Now, a group of shifty palace staff appeared before them. They raised their heads cautiously and said, "Before, the district chief gave us a salary, free housing, and free schooling..."

Qianluo knocked on the table and said meaningfully: "Haven't you been saying bad things about me behind my back these days? You thought I would deduct your wages."

They all felt guilty and pretended to be calm: "How could that be true? Who said that? We didn't say that!"

Qian Luo sneered: "Since you are capable of doing things, I will naturally not treat you unfairly, but those things you did before that were not presentable will probably be gone."

As an ordinary person at the bottom of society, she was well aware of the moral character of the palace staff, who deceived their superiors and subordinates and plundered the people's wealth. What she was talking about was naturally the shady business deals that were done behind the scenes. Although everyone knew about it, from now on, she would no longer allow such things to happen!

"From now on, Liang Wenxin will be in charge of the mortals in District Nine, Wang Wenzhu will be in charge of the mortals in District Eight, and Liu Baozhu will be in charge of the mortals in District Seven. Wendao Mountain will directly supervise all cultivators in the lower three districts. Liu Xiaoqing will be the head, Meng Yuanxiang and Chu Zhengzheng will be the elders, Jiang Shuyu and Shi Xiaoxiao will be in charge of Qiuyu Academy, and Han Tong and Yang Ruxuan will be in charge of Dongshuang Academy."

"Meng Ming, Zhang Su, and Zhao Zheng are responsible for guarding the lower three areas!"

Everyone in District 7 was angry about her orders but dared not speak out, and they grumbled in their hearts.

How come only three men hold positions? Will women be superior to men in the future?

What should I do about the free housing and free schooling? I heard the ancestral hall is being renovated! My child is of school age!

[The female devil looks very fierce! The days ahead will be difficult!]

"People from the lower three districts are prohibited from entering or leaving the other six districts. Violators will bear the consequences at their own risk!"

Within a month, Qianluo had destroyed all the teleportation arrays, and all of them could not be used, but she had the small black tripod and could come and go freely, and perhaps other people had treasures that could also do so.

Therefore, she could not allow danger to occur, nor could she allow monks from the middle three districts and the upper three districts to appear in the lower three districts.

Peace in the lower three districts has not yet been fully achieved. There is still a long way to go, and no more accidents can happen!

Qianluo was a kind person, but she wouldn't let her kindness cost her her life. If someone went to the Middle and Upper Third Districts and reported her for killing the Lower Third District Chief, not only would she be in danger, but everyone else in the Lower Third District would be exploited by the Immortal Cultivation Alliance and humiliated by the District Chief!

If so, where will the next person stand up? And how many years will it take?

Within three years, she killed the chief of the lower three districts, founded a sect, and led to the rise of Mount Wendao, the rise of the Alchemy Pavilion and the Formation Pavilion, ushering in another small group of cultivators' learning craze.

At present, it has just stabilized and must not be destroyed!

"Anyone who has questions can ask me!"

As soon as the divine sound came out, it spread throughout the lower three districts! Countless people trembled in their hearts!

…

The people of District Nine were particularly proud. Living in the lowest spiritual energy district, they could be considered to have enjoyed a good life in advance. "Didn't you see the look on that young man from District Eight's face when he entered our Dao Mountain? He was completely shocked!"

Wang Wenzhu covered her mouth and laughed, "Now there are a few more young people here. I heard they are male and female students from District 7 College. They can't stop laughing!"

Liu Yunniang held Xiao Wan in one hand and carried a vegetable basket in the other. "Of course! We're in Daoshan, where we have an Alchemy Pavilion, a Formation Pavilion, a Hundred Herb Garden, a Hundred Beasts Garden, and a Mission Hall! The monks also get a monthly allowance, eat in the cafeteria, and even have spiritual rice to eat. Who wouldn't be shocked by this! Such great benefits!"

Zhang Guihua patted Xiao Wan's head and said, "They said they were giving us free admission and free houses, but they treat it like a treasure? Aren't these houses given to us for free? And the alchemy formations are also free to learn? What did these young people learn in this academy? I think they only got some magic tools and stuff. When asked about elixirs and formations, they know nothing! I am just a mortal, but I know more than them!"

"Hahaha, Aunt Zhang said it well!"

Wen Yutong, standing nearby, was laughing so hard that her mouth broke. She kept telling Li Manting about the jokes the students from District 7 had made. "They're still saying bad things about Grandma Qianluo. They're actually afraid to take over their houses and destroy their schools. Who wants all that junk?"

Li Manting and An Momo are both sisters from Tianshang Pavilion. They were rescued by Qianluo and have great respect for her. They cannot stand others saying bad things about Qianluo and therefore they treat the people in District 7 badly.

"I heard that Chen Ziqiu's storage bag is filled with piles of spirit stones and magical instruments, which can be used to replenish our small treasury at Wendao Mountain! The people in District 7 actually treat him like a treasure. Don't they know what kind of person Chen Ziqiu is? They are about to turn them into corpse puppets!"

An Momo nodded repeatedly: "That's right! Tomorrow we will follow Sister Baozhu to District 7 to manage the mortals. We can't be nice to them! It was Miss Qianluo who saved them, but it's like we owe them millions!"

Li Manting narrowed her eyes and smiled: "Miss Qianluo was right to choose Baozhu to manage the mortals in District 7! Baozhu looks down on these people the most. The mortals in District 7 are going to suffer!"

An Momo patted her chest and said, "Sister Baozhu is so cool now. She's so decisive and resolute. I'm even scared when I see her!"

The students from the District Seven Academy blushed upon hearing this. They had not expected that the welfare benefits in Wendao Mountain were so good. There was an Alchemy Pavilion and a Formation Pavilion, which were all hard-core technologies. They only knew how to do these on paper in the academy, and the only thing they could show off was the high-level magic weapons given out at every commendation meeting.

"You! You guys!" A male student blushed with anger and stammered, unable to speak. He was an outstanding cultivator who received the Lingquan sachet at this year's Lingquan Festival. He didn't know where Qin Dong came from and disrupted the meeting.

Afterwards, accidents happened one after another. The owner of District Seven changed, and a woman became the king. It turned out that District Nine’s status was not as good as District Seven, but now she wants to climb over the faces of all the monks!

"Shi Fei! We're here to study, don't cause any trouble!"

A female student from Qiuyu College stood up and scolded Shi Fei in front of everyone. Shi Fei looked unhappy, muttered to himself, and was still angry.

"Yeah, don't be so irritable. This isn't your Winter Frost Academy. Don't mess around! Now that you're here, study hard!"

"Alchemy, formations, spiritual plant cultivation... We still have a lot to learn!"

Shi Fei stiffened his neck in protest, furious. "Gu Fuling! You women love to talk softly! Meng Yuanxiang and Chu Zhengzheng are both elders of the Nine District's Daowen Mountain. Why should we be inferior to them? And my cultivation is higher than theirs! There are mortals among them!"

"And the head of Wendao Mountain, Liu Xiaoqing, whose cultivation level is even lower than mine, is still the head! Why does she have to suppress us, the cultivators of District Seven?"

The male students standing by had long been fed up with these mortals, who kept pointing fingers at them, criticizing them, and belittling them, but they were top-notch students in the academy!

Behind them, Gu Fuling led a group of twenty or so female cultivators. She had also come to visit Daoshan today, and she could have done so peacefully. But they came in and started to talk nonsense, saying that Daoshan was just a shabby ravine with nothing to see! This angered the nearby mortals and cultivators, who started to scold them!

"That's because Senior Sisters Meng Yuanxiang and Chu Zhengzheng are valued by the new district chief. You're just taking advantage of the situation! If you really calculated rank based on cultivation, you're not as good as them, or as good as me!"

Gu Fuling is also at the tenth level of Qi training, and is also the female student who received the Lingquan sachet.

The Shi Fei in front of him was arrogant and proud, and he got carried away by his achievements. He probably thought about working in the palace of District 7 and following Chen Ziqiu. Now that his dream is shattered, he naturally dislikes everything!

"If you're not convinced, you can go and talk to the Foundation Building District Chief."

Gu Fuling glanced at him indifferently, then led the female students behind her up the stairs, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.

Wen Yutong clapped her hands in delight, "Hahaha! Looks like there are reasonable people in District 7 too!"

Wen Yutong immediately felt a connection. She felt the girl before her had a higher cultivation level than herself, and surprisingly, a better personality. She was so gentle, humble, and beautiful. Smiling, she stepped forward and said, "Hello, my name is Wen Yutong. I've been visiting Mount Wendao for a while now. Let me be your tour guide today!"

"Okay, thank you."

The two men smiled at each other and walked forward, regardless of how Shi Fei jumped and tried to break through the defense behind them.

…

Time flies, and summer is already here.

Since Qianluo took charge of the three districts, she was not in a hurry to leave, but stayed to handle affairs and intimidate everyone.

The changes in the lower three districts are so great that it is hard to guarantee that the people below will not make any unusual moves, so she can suppress them here for a while. Liu Xiaoqing and Jiang Shuyu's cultivation is not enough to intimidate them, and Meng Yuanxiang and Chu Zhengzheng cannot convince Districts Nine and Eight.

Therefore, she stayed for a while longer to organize the small treasury, deal with the staff, build the Asking Dao Mountain, and manage the monks. She was very busy!

The spiritual spring water was directly introduced into the community in District 7. People could drink the spiritual spring water by turning on the tap. There was nothing wrong with the spiritual spring water itself. The problem was of course Chen Ziqiu's magic.

In this way, the spiritual spring water reaches every household, greatly satisfying the needs of the monks.

District 9 has spiritual mines, District 8 has the royal family treasure, and District 7 has spiritual springs. Each district has its own characteristics. People in the lower three districts have long been bored to death, originally only able to stay in their own areas. Now that the lower three districts are all connected, they can appreciate the different people and local customs.

In order to develop the area near the barrier, a commercial area near the barrier was also planned. After all, the gap can only accommodate one person, and the spirit ship needs to become smaller to come out, so the flow of people there is the largest.

Many shops are planning to open there, forming a distinctive commercial street.

Recently, the Baibao Pavilion in District 7 is also preparing to move there. Qian Youcai said, "The Baibao Pavilion in Districts 7 and 8 actually belongs to the Jubao Pavilion in District 4. We have to pay a large amount of spirit stones every year. Fortunately, the barriers have been closed in recent years, so we can't leave. There are no banks here, so we can be self-sufficient and balance our income and expenditure."

"But business isn't going well. You've moved the Treasure Pavilion from District Eight to Wendao Mountain, and we don't have any cultivators here to buy..."

Qian Luo: "Since you said so, then we will set up a branch of Wendaoshan in District 7!"

She also engraved the story of Qin Dong and Zhu Ling in the memorial hall of District 9. No matter how time changes, the pair of Dong Ling Emei spears in the glass box emit a silent and cold luster.

Their stories will also be seen, long live friendship!

Finally, she used the simulator to help Sun Rushuang find a practice method that suits her, hoping that she would not indulge in the sadness of her mother's death and become self-reliant.

Everything is over.

…

The night dew is moist, the stars are silent, and the ninth district is heading to the Dao Mountain.

Qian Luo had been dealing with things all afternoon. She twisted her nose and wanted to call Sun Rushuang and Liu Xiaoqing to have dinner together, but found that no one was there. "Why is there no one here?"

Then, she used her scrutiny to investigate the meeting hall, the alchemy pavilion, the formation pavilion... and discovered that everyone on the entire Dao Mountain had disappeared! Both mortals and cultivators were gone! Even Qing Shu and Chi Zhao from the Beast Garden were gone!

"Hey? Where did everyone go?"

"Xiaoqing, Siyu?"

Where did these two girls go?

Qian Luo searched with her spiritual sense, but found no one there. She frowned, "Could it be the Immortal Cultivation Alliance? Or am I hallucinating again?"

She was about to open the immortal cultivation simulator when she heard a loud noise in the sky!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a rumbling sound, the moment the fireworks bloomed was like a bright meteor across the night sky, blooming into one flower after another, contrasting with the stars in the sky, breaking the quiet night.

There were sounds one after another, light and darkness, and she felt something in her heart and turned her head: "This is..."

The sound was deafening and fell on her heart.

Soft voices came from behind. Qianluo seemed to know what had happened. Tears flashed in her eyes and she turned sideways awkwardly.

"Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you~Happy birthday to you!"

Under the noisy fireworks, a group of people came out pushing a three-layer birthday cake. Leading the group were Wang Wenxiu, Liu Xiaoqing, and Sun Rushuang. They could be considered Qianluo's relatives in this world, especially Aunt Wenxiu, who had been with her for eighteen years and was more intimate with her than others.

Wang Wenxiu's eyebrows curved, and the wrinkles on her face smoothed out: "Xiao Luo, happy 21st birthday!"

"Everything has changed since your 18th birthday. I missed your 20th birthday, so let all of us celebrate your 21st birthday with you today!"

Wang Siyu squeezed out of the crowd, popping out a dark head: "Sister Xiaoluo, you were so busy that you forgot! Today is your 21st birthday!"

"Sister Rushuang used your magic ring, so you didn't notice us. We prepared a surprise for you!"

Sun Rushuang and Liu Xiaoqing smiled. If Aunt Wenxiu hadn't told them, they wouldn't have known Qianluo's birthday, and perhaps they had actually forgotten it. They thought her cultivation was so profound and intimidating, but they also forgot that she was just a 21-year-old girl.

"Qianluo, this is for you." Sun Rushuang handed her the Lingyu ring. She forgot to return it after the last battle, but it came in handy at this birthday party.

She had no desire for the treasure, because it belonged to Qianluo, and such a treasure must not be known to others. She was also very glad that Qianluo believed in her, so she gave her the Lingyu Ring.

Qian Luo blinked, having almost forgotten about the Lingyu Ring. She would need it to conceal her whereabouts and disguise herself when she went to District 6. She put it on her index finger and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Rushuang."

She reached out and gently embraced Rushuang, whispering softly, "I'm so happy to see you overcome your sorrow. Aunt Peilan's body is still in your storage bag. Have you learned the chapter on refining corpse puppets in Chen Ziqiu's Soul Devouring Technique..."

Sun Rushuang looked a little unnatural and changed the subject: "Xiaoluo, today is your birthday. Let's stop talking about this and blow out the candles and eat the cake!"

Jiang Shuyu, Shi Xiaoxiao, Han Tong, and Yang Ruxuan also urged: "Hurry up and blow out the candles! Make a birthday wish!"

Meng Yuanxiang and Chu Zhengzheng smiled: "Ms. Qianluo, happy birthday." They only found out today that Qianluo, who was in the middle stage of foundation building, was only 21 years old, only one year older than them, and behaved more maturely and steadily than her peers.

They felt ashamed of themselves and secretly resolved to practice hard.

Liu Baozhu walked forward and pulled her along while laughing: "Xiaoluo, why are you embarrassed?"

Liu Baozhu, who has already become a physical cultivator, has recently been focusing on both cultivation and work. His spirit and appearance have been refreshed. He is no longer sad and energetic. He has lost a lot of weight, but his eyes are getting brighter and brighter.

"Thanks……"

Qianluo clasped her hands to her chest and closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. In fact, she had forgotten that today was her birthday, because she hadn't celebrated her birthday in many years.

Looking back, she can only feel lost: "It turns out that I was already 21 years old."

Cultivation, life and death, fighting, simulation, alchemy, formation, searching for people, saving people... all these things occupied her mind. She lived in a hurry every day. She had to pay attention to details in every simulation and think from a different perspective, for fear of wasting the simulation opportunity.

In fact, her life was very tiring. She had killed so many people and saved so many people. She had long since disregarded her own life and death and forgotten her own needs.

Ever since she rescued Liu Xiaoqing, she had been killing and saving people all the way until the lower three districts were merged and she took charge of them. Only then did she live like an ordinary person these days, without having to worry about life and death every day.

At this moment, she found herself again.

So, at the age of 21, she made a silent wish in her heart: finish all the things in the lower three districts, and from now on, live for herself.

"call--"

All the candles went out, and everyone cheered loudly. The fireworks above their heads never stopped blooming, one after another, illuminating the girl's laughing face: "Eat cake!"

The mundane atmosphere also made her more real, no longer the grandmother that everyone feared and looked up to.

The fluffy cream cake melts in your mouth, full of milky flavor. One lick will make you feel sweet to the heart. Xiao Wan's face is covered with cream cake, and she smiles with her eyebrows curved: "Fairy sister, today is your birthday, I wish you a happy birthday!"

"Okay, thank you Xiaowan, I hope you grow up quickly and be safe and healthy!" Qianluo hadn't seen Xiaowan for a long time. Now seeing her smiling face, she knew that Liu Yunniang and Liu Qiaozi had taken good care of her.

Suddenly, a bowl of steaming noodles appeared in front of her eyes, covering the woman's wrinkles. She looked old and aging, and her hair had turned white. "And there are the longevity noodles I cooked!"

Wang Wenzhu covered her mouth and laughed, "You've made it so many times. Sometimes you said you added too much salt, sometimes you said you added too much sugar. I don't know what you were thinking. The remaining noodles were eaten by Wu Tongzhiping and Nanxing Siyu."

"Oh, please stop ruining my day!" Wang Wenxiu said embarrassedly, "I haven't cooked noodles for Xiaoluo in a long time. I've almost forgotten her taste."

It was as if they were back to the night when they were 18, when they were just a group of people sitting in the room eating noodles and celebrating a bright future. Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened the next day, and they didn’t return to District 8 until a few years later.

Aunt Wenxiu, Uncle Wutong, Siyu and the others were by her side, but Qian Ruixue, who grew up with her, was not there.

In fact, she had simulated it once, and the simulation said that they would meet in the upper three districts. He was a direct disciple of the Amaterasu sect, and he had everything he wanted, so she didn't need to worry too much.

…

"Is it delicious?" Aunt Wenxiu in front of him opened her old but not cloudy eyes. There were burn marks on her hands, a red patch.

Qianluo devoured a bowl of noodles in big mouthfuls, tiny stars in her eyes. She held Aunt Wenxiu's hand and used magic to smooth out her injuries. Her eyes softened, "It's exactly the same as before."

"That's good..." She finally felt relieved. Seeing Xiaoluo eating quickly, it was obvious that she was very hungry. "I told you not to do this kind of surprise so late at night. It will make Xiaoluo hungry!"

But she forgot that Qianluo was already a foundation-building cultivator and did not need to eat anything and would not feel hungry.

"Go, have your husband wash the dishes. We sisters can enjoy the bonfire dinner while it's fun!"

Wang Wenzhu held Wang Wenxiu in one hand and Qianluo in the other. Everyone held hands and danced around the lively bonfire to celebrate Qianluo's birthday.

There is harmony here, but there are always places where there is disharmony.

"Don't pull me!" Sun Rushuang looked reluctant. She was not being petty. Wang Nanxing next to her was always secretly trying to please Qian Luo, which made her uncomfortable!

He had heard before that Qianluo had saved him in District 8: "What's there to say? Qianluo also saved me."

Wang Nanxing, with her rosy lips and white teeth, blinked innocently: "What's wrong? Sister Rushuang, did I do something wrong?"

"Don't think I'll let you go just because you say that." Sun Rushuang narrowed her eyes and said in a dangerous tone, "How old are you? You're already imitating others to play this trick!"

Wang Nanxing gritted his teeth secretly as he watched his mother holding Sister Qianluo's hand. He felt very envious. Then he looked down and saw him holding Sun Rushuang's sleeve. He felt very depressed. Why couldn't he stand next to Sister Qianluo!

"Sister Rushuang, I don't understand what you are saying."

The boy's eyes were clear and pure: "Sister Qianluo saved me and you. I thought we were her supporters and shouldn't have quarreled."

Upon hearing this, Sun Rushuang felt a little proud: "I am different from you. Qianluo is willing to do anything for me. You were just saved by her. Don't always cling to her!"

"Besides, our feelings are different!" She had long seen that this boy had ulterior motives towards Qianluo. He hasn't even fully grown his hair yet, and he's already trying to imitate someone else's secret crush?

Maybe it was because the bonfire was too hot, but Wang Nanxing blushed all of a sudden: "Then why are yours different from mine..."

"Yours is... mine is..." Thinking of the several martial arts books Qianluo gave her, the girl couldn't help but blush, her eyes flickering, "Anyway, they are different!"

"Xiao Luo and I are the best in the world!"

Wang Nanxing was unconvinced: "Me too!"

"You're not! Brat!!!"

What was supposed to be a good dance turned into a duet between the two of them, with each chasing the other and neither willing to give in.

…

There were flickering flames everywhere, shining on people's faces, full of vitality and shining brightly, driving away all the darkness and ushering in a new dawn.

Because there are so many people and there are many bonfires, Chi Zhao is needed at this time!

"Huff, huff—" Chi Zhao was furious and busy as hell. Many people even took advantage of his work to harass him. This was too much. If he didn't work hard, he would become a woman's plaything!

"Haha, I touched it! It's so soft!"

"What a fat, big cat!"

"This is Sister Qianluo's big cat! So fat!"

He was too tired to refute these words. How could he be that fat?

"Qingshu, wuwuwu!" The fat and helpless big cat fell into the arms of the Green Blood Silver Anaconda. The Green Blood Silver Anaconda, which had almost recovered, was wagging its tail.

Her emerald eyes looked at everything in front of her with curiosity, and she had no time to comfort him.

“So, this is the human world.”

Lively, lively, full of laughter...

Her eyes reflect the most beautiful world.