Chapter 299 She's not a butterfly, she's a thorny spiky firecracker.
Qi Ran was stunned for a moment, "Son?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than Xiao Tong immediately debunked her lie: "Host, she's lying to you. That child's spiritual energy fluctuations are definitely not those of an ordinary person."
Qi Ran certainly knew.
This child is almost certainly the spirit of the tower.
Now that the whereabouts of the Blessing Lamp are unknown, and after the Prelude Dream Secret Realm closed, she used cards several times to predict the whereabouts of the Reincarnation Sundial, only to find that it was not still in the secret realm as Zhan Li had said, but had already been taken out by someone.
This person is most likely still a kaolin.
Of the four magical artifacts, two were in her hands.
Qi Ran pursed her lips. No matter what, she was determined to get the remaining Luo Shen Book.
She stopped looking at Huali and nodded to Mufeng, "Please inform the Lingyin Sect so that these two people can be taken back."
"The message has already been sent out." Mu Feng nodded.
After speaking, he subconsciously looked in the direction of Karin, about to speak, but then paused slightly—
Where is the girl now?
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Huali carried the small tower and walked briskly along the riverbank until she could no longer smell blood before slowly stopping.
She put down the small tower, her voice crisp yet tinged with impatience, "I said, you've been following me all this way, why don't you come out and wait for me to invite you?"
The air fell silent for a moment.
Immediately afterwards, the halo of the setting sun slowly condensed in the misty water vapor on the river surface.
A blurry figure sitting in a wheelchair spreads like ink on rice paper, gradually deepening in color.
Wen Tingyun, dressed in a dark blue robe, with a handsome but pale face, looked at Huali with his usual faint smile.
"Miss Cuihua, how have you been?"
These ancient names instantly brought back memories for Huali of how she survived the clutches of this snake back in the days of the Soli Kingdom.
A surge of revenge welled up inside me!
"It has indeed been a long time." Huali raised an eyebrow. "What? Have you recovered from yet another defeat in Sunset City and are now preparing to cause trouble again?"
Wen Tingyun's smile froze.
He flicked away the jade fan in his hand, and laughed with a sigh, "Cuihua is still as quick-witted as ever."
"Yes, not only am I quick-witted, but I can also shatter mountains with my fists and cleave rivers with my palms. Why don't you give me a try?"
Hua Li stared at Wen Tingyun with an impatient expression.
The Wen family only has these two lunatics. Fortunately, Wen Jin's condition has gradually stabilized thanks to her relentless treatment.
But the smiling tiger in front of us is real, and quite ill.
Even with Wen Jin's leg crippled, he's still playing the stalking trick from behind?
No matter how arrogant he gets, she'll smash his wheelchair to pieces.
"Oh?" Wen Tingyun responded softly, "Miss Cuihua, what are you saying? I just happened to be passing by and saw that you were in a hurry, so I was a little worried."
Huali: "......" Read but not replying.
Wen Tingyun stroked the fan in his hand, saying, "Although I am not very talented, I may be able to do my part."
Huali: "......" Read but not replying.
"It's only been a year since we last met," Wen Tingyun said, glancing at the little pagoda that was perched like a mother hen guarding Huali's legs. He sighed lightly, feigning seriousness. "I'm curious, how did Miss Cuihua's 'son' come to be?"
Huali: "......" Read but not replying.
......
A few crows flew by...
The gentle smile on Wen Tingyun's face began to stiffen.
"??"
He looked up and met Hua Li's strangely complicated gaze. "I'm saying... does your Wen family have some kind of internal competition?"
A dark glint flashed in Wen Tingyun's eyes, and the knuckles gripping the fan ribs tightened slightly.
Internal competition? Wen Jin actually told her all those shady schemes and backstabbing that couldn't be made in the open? What did he say? And how much did he say?
Countless dark speculations swept through Wen Tingyun's mind, and his thoughts inevitably sank into the bloody and mysterious quagmire of Sunset City, even his eyes becoming sharp.
"Otherwise, how come everyone in your family speaks like someone trained in a traditional Chinese broadcasting class?"
He was, and Wen Jin was before.
It was Tang Wanwan who told him that after the Dream Realm, her father gossiped with her, saying that the Demon Lord was acting strangely.
Holding a bare stick under the water mirror, he started spouting slang and nagging that it was something he had personally nurtured with his blood, something that surpassed all the flowers in the world, and told Wanwan to stay away from him.
Originally, Huali firmly did not believe Wanwan after she finished speaking.
Until... she took out the photo stone.
The principle that the bigger the storm, the more valuable the fish also applies to the cultivation world. There are always those who are fearless enough to spot business opportunities and quickly monetize them.
Although the people inside didn't show their faces, those who know, know.
So much so that Huali suddenly realized—why were there people selling roses "personally" planted by the Demon Lord on the street when she first entered Linfeng County? It turns out that the opportunity was here!
Experience has shown that grasping the trend is the key to making money!
Wen Tingyun: "..."
His tense breath caught in his throat, and all his speculations about conspiracy and bloodshed vanished in an instant.
The smiling tiger, who always spoke nonsense to everyone he met, took a deep breath and said dryly, "Sunset City... does not have this kind of training."
See, he can speak properly now.
With her absolute strength, Huali wasn't afraid of him at all. She was just waiting for him to make a move so she could experience what it meant to be beaten down by society.
However, the lunatic quickly composed himself. Seeing the wariness in Huali's eyes, he paused and said, "Miss Cuihua, there's no need to be so guarded... I came to find you only because of some questions about this world that have been lingering in my mind for a long time, and I wanted to discuss them with you."
Karin shook her head without hesitation, "Oh, I'm busy."
Wen Tingyun did not speak to dissuade him, but instead gently pressed his slender fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair. The next second, a warm and clear light quietly landed in his palm.
In an instant, it attracted the attention of three pairs of eyes.
Little Tower: "Spirit-Connecting Jade!"
Ao Bai: "Valuable! Valuable!"
Karin coughed lightly, "...It's not that I'm particularly busy."
Her gaze swept casually over Wen Tingyun's wheelchair, and just as he was about to speak, she naturally pulled out a small stool and placed it next to his wheelchair with a "snap." She then lifted her skirt, sat down gracefully, and gestured for him to begin: "Alright, begin your speech."
This movement caused Huali to shrug down instantly, requiring her to tilt her head slightly to meet the gaze of the young man in the wheelchair.
Wen Tingyun was slightly taken aback, and his gaze toward the pear blossoms became extremely complex in that instant.
After losing both legs, he had long been accustomed to the pitying or aweful gazes of others. He was even more accustomed to the natural condescension he received from everyone—including Ranran—when they spoke to him.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that no one has ever been able to sit next to him so without any reservations, in such an almost eye-to-eye manner.
Wen Tingyun: "......"
The fingers gripping the jade fan tightened subtly, and all the emotions in the young man's eyes turned into a sigh, "Truly...a dazzling butterfly emerging from its cocoon."
However, Karin's attention was focused on the jade in his hand and the wheelchair. Seeing that the man kept talking about things that weren't on the point, Karin gradually lost patience.
She's still waiting to earn money so she can take Xiaota to buy sugar figurines.
"However, the more beautiful the butterfly's wings, the more they attract...those eyes that habitually lurk in the shadows, coveting beauty..."
Huali: "..."
Karin could no longer tolerate it!
"What butterfly nonsense! I'm not a butterfly, I'm an evolved stinging caterpillar! Not only do I prick your hands, but I'm also so poisonous it makes people jump!"
"You'd better tell me quickly, or I'll force you to use violence against me!"
Money is hard to earn, and life is tough!
Wen Tingyun: "......"
Ao Bai, who witnessed the entire event: "..."
It's wrong. Its host is still the same host; it has never changed.
The reason she was able to successfully recognize the feelings between Lian Zhuo, Wen Jin, Luo Chuan, Yan Xi, and the young master was not because she suddenly became enlightened, but because those people were truly at their wits' end.
If I don't confess my feelings soon, we'll have to become sworn brothers.
In just a few minutes, Wen Tingyun suffered more psychological attacks than he had in the entire previous year.
He finally realized how stubborn the girl in front of him was, and then... he honestly got down to business.
His gaze fell on a cicada struggling to climb up a willow trunk not far away, its newly molted shell still hanging fragilely beneath its body.
The voice was flat, yet it inexplicably sent a chill down one's spine.
"Recently, I have often freed my consciousness from the constraints of the physical body and wandered beyond the mundane world... and I have gained some interesting insights."
If we compare people to cicadas in summer...
Huali looked up and saw him sweep his hand lightly across the tree, precisely extinguishing all the life force of the cicada that had just broken through the soil and was flapping its wings in an attempt to be reborn.
Its wings fluttered abruptly, and it silently turned into dust, falling into the earth.
Wen Tingyun withdrew his hand, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust. "Hibernating for decades, drinking dew and eating soil, struggling to break free of the shell... but in the end, even flapping wings and making a sound is futile, or even... leading to annihilation..." He turned his head slightly, his eyes a bottomless pool.
"Then, are these wings still flapping?"
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