The bottle containing the tree spirit's essence slipped from his palm. Kou Xiangxin was startled, bent down, and lifted the bed sheet.
"Heh, trying to run?" He sneered, picked up the bottle, and flicked it hard with two fingers. "Not so easy!"
The tree spirit's essence trembled slightly, and its light seemed to dim a little more.
Kou Xiangxin didn't notice these small details. He put the glass bottle in his pocket and hurriedly left.
Under the bed, Nan Xian was so shocked that she didn't know how to react.
Just now, she was clearly hiding here, but Kou Xiangxin acted as if he hadn't seen her at all, not even glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, and picked up the bottle and left.
She had a vague feeling that this might be related to that cross-dressing man.
Thinking of this, she looked towards where he was.
However, there was no one behind him.
"Come out, he's gone."
A lazy, pleasant voice came from above, with a tone that sounded like it had a southern accent, and the last syllable of each word rose slightly like singing.
She turned her head in the direction of the sound and saw that the pair of red-soled high heels had already stepped into the spot where Kou Xiangxin had been standing.
She had lost count of how many times she had been startled tonight, to the point that she even found it somewhat amusing.
Nan Xian: ...Well, at least we're certain the cross-dressing guy isn't human.
She crawled out from under the bed, her eyes fixed on the cross-dressing man, and cautiously maintained a safe distance from him.
The boss didn't look like he had just come out from under the bed at all; even his hair was perfectly styled, with every curl just right.
He took out a jewel-encrusted cigarette case from his coat pocket, picked up a thin cigarette with his slender, pale fingers, and gently rubbed his index finger and thumb together with his other hand, causing a cluster of almost pale flame to leap up from his fingertip.
Nan Xian's eyes widened slightly.
She knew that magical things like magic existed in this world, but this was the first time she had seen them with her own eyes.
He lit a cigarette, but instead of putting it in his mouth to smoke, he held it and waved it in the air.
Nan Xian was initially confused, but she quickly realized that he was drawing a talisman!
Wisps of smoke lingered in the air, his movements fluid and natural, his profile beautiful and radiant, the corners of his lips pursed in a serious curve, which gave the otherwise eerie scene a unique kind of beauty.
As the final stroke was completed, the cigarette burned to its end, and the orange light dimmed.
With a flick of his finger, the cigarette butt vanished.
Before Nan Xian could even make out the intricate symbol, it suddenly collapsed. The grayish-white smoke gathered and dispersed like a tornado, eventually forming the shape of a city in the air.
After a moment's examination, she quickly recognized a landmark building and exclaimed instinctively, "This is... Qingcheng?"
Qingcheng is a bustling southern city, which Nanxian likes very much.
The cross-dressing man turned to look at her, a cryptic glint in his smiling, fox-like eyes.
Nan Xian then noticed that he had a bright red beauty mark under each of his eyes, very close to his eyelashes, like a red tear.
She was so beautiful she looked like a demon.
As expected... it's not human.
However, he doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me?
Nan Xian's intuition has always been very accurate.
Moreover, she felt a strange sense of familiarity with this cross-dressing man, even though they were complete strangers.
Seeing that he seemed to be searching for something in the smoke map, Nan Xian thought for a moment, abandoned her idea of turning around and running away, and boldly stepped forward.
"What are you looking for? I know Qingcheng well, maybe I can help you."
Upon hearing this, the cross-dressing man paused, raised his eyebrows, and stared at her with a look that Nan Xian couldn't understand, remaining silent for a long time.
He was very tall; Nan Xian had to look up to meet his gaze.
She became a little nervous; her breathing quickened involuntarily, and her fingers clenched unconsciously.
He noticed it quickly, his eyelashes drooping, his gaze lightly sweeping over her hand.
As if he had seen something interesting, his eyebrows relaxed, and his red lips curled into a very pleasant arc.
Nan Xian watched him approach her, almost face to face.
She was unable to move, as if she had been frozen in place.
The man's cool fingertips touched her brow.
She heard him laugh and say:
"Ah Xian, you really haven't changed at all."
Nan Xian opened her eyes, and the world spun around her, the light blinding her.
She felt dizzy and lightheaded, her stomach churning. She felt as if she had just ridden the most thrilling roller coaster. She leaned over, holding onto the edge of the bed, and dry heaved.
After a while, she felt her soul return to its place.
Something flashed before her eyes. She wiped away the tears that were blurring her vision and focused her gaze.
A glass bottle hung around her neck, and a bright green color danced merrily inside.
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