Chapter 1616 She found herself a new plaything

In less than half an hour, Fu Tingyun cleaned up the garbage and put it into the Qiankun bag worn on the puppet's waist to prevent the woman from coming back to look for it - except for the jar of candy that everyone could eat, he had completely destroyed it.

Although the things in the room all looked like garbage to him, he still kept the ones that looked somewhat useful and only cleared out the garbage from the trash.

As a result, seven or eight out of ten items in the house were gone.

He sorted the remaining things into different categories and hid away all the odds and ends. Although it was still far from what he considered a suitable residence, it was at least a little cleaner.

He put the Qiankun bag into the chest of drawers and went outside to meditate.

After two days, the fusion of his soul and the puppet had made further progress.

The range that the spiritual consciousness can cover is still limited, but it should be able to include the entire Yunyu Sect territory.

Fu Tingyun closed his eyes and released a stream of spiritual consciousness, extending outward to Guocheng outside the Yunyu Sect.

As long as he wants, everything in the city is within his awareness.

He knew that the woman was also in the city at this time, but he just wanted to measure the exact range, so there was no need to avoid her deliberately.

He soon found her and a handsome male cultivator in a clothing store.

I guess it’s the Xiahou family they are talking about.

He didn't care what they did or said, but his spiritual consciousness was connected to his five senses, so he couldn't help but hear a few words when he scanned them.

He heard the rather attractive male cultivator say, "So Junior Sister Xiaoyuan still doesn't have a crush on anyone?"

…

Xiahou Che stared at Su Xiaoyuan without blinking, his eyes soft but determined, as if he would use his glare to pester her to death if he couldn't get an answer.

Su Xiaoyuan's mind suddenly stopped working: "I..."

Then she suddenly had an idea. This Senior Brother Xiahou started to teach her everywhere again.

Look, she seemed to have grasped the meaning of "expressing feelings through eyes and eyebrows".

"Brother, were you teaching me just now?" she asked uncertainly.

Xia Hou Che didn't deny it. He smiled helplessly and self-deprecatingly, "Then Junior Sister Xiao Yuan, do you know how to answer?"

"Uh… honestly?"

"What if you don't want to tell the truth, but you also don't want to lie?"

Su Xiaoyuan was stumped. She looked up at him blankly, her eyes like two clear pools, and the pebbles and small fish and shrimps at the bottom were all visible.

Xia Houche: "If you encounter a question that is difficult to answer, you can ask it in return."

Su Xiaoyuan still looks eager to learn.

Xia Houche looked into her eyes, his gaze moving like ripples on the water. "For example, you could ask me, 'Brother, why are you suddenly asking me this?'"

Su Xiaoyuan's eyes suddenly lit up: "So that's how it is, I got it! Senior brother is really amazing!"

Xiahou Che raised the corner of his mouth helplessly: "Junior sister, you are too kind."

"Brother, please wait a moment..." Su Xiaoyuan lowered her head and took out her own notebook and charcoal pencil from her small bag. "Let me take a note. I'm afraid I'll forget it when I get back..."

As he spoke, he buried his head and began to write rapidly.

Sometimes she would stop to think and subconsciously bite the wooden end of the pen, leaving small teeth marks.

Xia Houche waited patiently for her to write: "Don't worry, take your time. Junior Sister Xiaoyuan is really serious and studious."

Su Xiaoyuan smiled bitterly: "Even though I studied hard, I still did so poorly. If I don't work hard, I won't be able to pass the inner gate exam."

After writing densely on almost half a page, she hurriedly put away the notebook and said, "I'm sorry for wasting Senior Brother Xiahou's time."

Xia Houche deliberately frowned and raised an eyebrow: "If Junior Sister Xiaoyuan wants to make amends, please help me choose clothes for the Wushan Festival."

As he spoke, he glanced around the small shop, quickly picked out a few clothes, asked the shop assistant to take them down, and then tried them on one by one.

She asked Su Xiaoyuan for her opinion every time she tried on something.

Xiahou Che is good-looking, has a good figure, and is a natural clothes hanger, so of course he looks good in anything he wears.

He obviously has good taste. The clothes he wears seem to be casually put together, but the colors are harmonious and eye-catching.

Xiahou Che's outfits gave her a lot of new inspiration. Every time he put on an outfit, Su Xiaoyuan couldn't help but wonder what her puppet would look like wearing it.

Originally, she thought Fu Tingyun was most suitable for black, white, gray, and cool tones, and an ascetic style, but now it seems that clothes with bold colors and flamboyant patterns may have a miraculous effect on him.

If I put him in women's clothes...

When Su Xiaoyuan thought of that scene, she felt dizzy and her blood rushed to her veins. She couldn't help but take out her notebook and start drawing.

Seeing that she was absorbed in the painting, Xiahou Che did not rush her and waited patiently for her to finish painting the clothes.

…

Fu Tingyun withdrew his consciousness and opened his eyes.

But there seemed to be a residual image of what the spiritual consciousness saw in front of his eyes.

Su Xiaoyuan watched the handsome male cultivator change his clothes, and her face with flushed cheeks and shining eyes was still vivid in her mind.

He didn't want to be her plaything, so she found herself a new plaything.

Last night she was still worried about him, but today she was chatting and laughing with the male cultivator.

This shows how fickle human hearts are.

At this moment, I felt an itch on the little finger of my left hand.

He lowered his eyes, and the red thread made of her blood wrapped around him again.

Ever since he first allowed it to come near him, it would come and haunt him every time he meditated.

His mind was shaken, was it because of the influence of the puppet body, or was it because she had tampered with the blood contract.

He immediately denied the speculation.

Today he had just watched her take classes on witchcraft and talismans and formations, and had seen how she was struggling and flustered with some simple little spells.

There was no way she could have cast any witchcraft spell on him.

Fu Tingyun looked coldly at the strand of red hair as thin as a spider silk. It was so fragile that it would break if he moved his fingers.

With just a slight tug, the inexplicable bond between them and her life ended.

Everything will be back on track.

While he was hesitating, the thread became more aggressive and wrapped around him a few more times.

Why are you hesitating?

He opened his eyes, stood up, and with an expressionless face, went back into the house and sat cross-legged on his mat.

Soon the sun set in the west and was swallowed by the mountains. The last trace of pink and purple in the sky faded away and turned into a deep purple-blue.

The moon rose and slowly rose above the treetops.

She hasn't come back yet.

Fu Tingyun stood up, walked to the cabinet, opened the drawer, and took out the Qiankun bag.

The spiritual fire in the palm of his hand ignited, and the icy flame instantly engulfed the Qiankun bag.

To melt these debris with weak spiritual power, there is no need for a molten abyss, a palm fire is enough.

In an instant, the Qiankun bag and the things inside were all burned to ashes, leaving no ash.

Anyway, she had gained a lot from this trip to the city. She thought that a new batch of garbage would arrive soon, so she could make room for the old garbage as soon as possible.

…

After trying on the clothes he had chosen, Xia Houche asked her, "Junior Sister Xiaoyuan, which one do you think is best?"

Su Xiaoyuan said, "They all look good. Senior Brother Xiahou has such good taste. The ones you pick must be better than mine."

Xiahou Che curved his eyebrows and said, "Pick the one you like."

Su Xiaoyuan said bluntly, "It's useless for me to like it. Brother Xiahou still has to like the clothes himself."

Xia Hou Che couldn't help laughing and touched her head: "Junior Sister Xiaoyuan, what I meant just now was that I wore this dress for you to see."

"Ah?" Su Xiaoyuan took a while to figure it out, "Ah!"

She lowered her head in shame: "I'm sorry, I'm really slow."

"It's indeed very slow." Xiahou Che nodded.

As expected, Su Xiaoyuan sighed in her heart.

"But this is also the cutest thing about Junior Sister Xiaoyuan." Xiahou Che changed the subject.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Xiahou, for your comfort," Su Xiaoyuan said sadly, "If I were really as good as you say, I wouldn't even be able to pass the entrance exam."

"It's hard to pass the entrance exam just by being liked. This is also a way to protect the disciple," Xiahou Che said. "A simple girl like Junior Sister Xiaoyuan must learn to protect herself, because you are too popular with bad people."

He blinked and said half-jokingly, "For example, me."

"But Senior Brother Xiahou is a very nice person."

Xiahou Che laughed.

Before he could say anything, Ruan Mianmian's voice rang out from outside the store: "Xiao Yuanzi, where are you?"

Su Xiaoyuan said, "Sorry, excuse me," and ran out, waving her arms: "We are here——"

Because the communication equipment in the world of immortal cultivation is expensive, she and Ruan Mianmian cannot afford it, so when they go out, they have to rely on shouting to find people.

After a while, Ruan Mianmian ran up to her through the endless stream of people.

"How is it?" Su Xiaoyuan leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Did you find Song Jinshu?"

Ruan Mianmian shook her head indignantly, gritting her teeth and saying, "We were almost catching up, but his scent drifted to the perfumed powder street and I couldn't smell it anymore! Ha Qiu!"

She sneezed several times in succession and finally recovered: "But I must be right, that's his smell!"

"But why did he come here?" Su Xiaoyuan was puzzled.

Ruan Mianmian was also clueless: "I don't know. After he took the initiative to send the letter of annulment to my family, his mother kicked him out of the house. I don't know if he ever came back."

She herself ran away from home and had to hide from her family.

"Forget it, forget about him! My head hurts from thinking about him!"

Ruan Mianmian banged her head, making a loud sound like a bell, which startled a young couple on the roadside and made them pale with fright.

She laughed heartlessly a few times and touched her stomach: "I'm hungry, I'll buy something good to treat you and my brother to a good meal!"

In the end, it was Xiahou Che who insisted and invited them to have a big meal at Jiangzhenlou, the best restaurant in the city.

Su Xiaoyuan couldn't resist the temptation in the clothing store and bought Fu Tingyun a low-key outfit, a white cloud-patterned shirt with silver edges, to match his new headband.

This dress, including the headband, cost a full two hundred high-grade spirit stones, thanks to Ruan Mianmian's bargaining skills and the fact that Senior Brother Xiahou is a VVIP.

She ate delicious golden milk pastry and small round cakes stuffed with honey in Jiangzhen Tower, and secretly ordered one of each for herself. When she came back, she gave half to Ruan Mianmian for breakfast and brought the other half to Fu Tingyun.

She felt inexplicably guilty for leaving him alone at home until so late and asking him to do housework.

When I returned to the sect, the full moon had already risen to the zenith.

Su Xiaoyuan drank two small glasses of fruit wine for dinner and was a little tipsy.

She opened the door, carrying her shopping haul from today, humming a song she loved in high school.

"Fu Tingyun, I'm back from hunting..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly felt that something was wrong around her.

Although it was pitch black and I couldn't see clearly, I inexplicably felt a sense of emptiness.

She touched the lamp, threw a spirit stone into it, and the light gradually lit up.

The room was still dim, but it was bright enough for her to see her surroundings.

Su Xiaoyuan opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

She felt dizzy and her body swayed, and the bag of clothes in her hand fell to the ground with a plop.

Her home was robbed.

The author has something to say:

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-20: Scratch, scratch, if you don’t come back you’ll scratch the sofa!

Senior Brother: I thought it would be a fierce battle, but the opponent stabbed me in the aorta.

Xiaoyuanzi: The multifunctional household appliance I bought on a certain fish for 20 yuan really has safety risks. I still have to buy genuine products.

This is the update for the 28th. I posted it in advance after I finished coding, so it was not available during the day.

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