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Because snakes go through a "blindness period" before molting, it is completely normal for Wu Manshuang to feel dizzy.

The period of preparing to shed skin is also the weakest period for snakes.

Wu Manshuang had to prepare for his own skin in the next few days. Therefore, he could not attend Ji Qinghong's class.

Because of this, Wu Manshuang and Ji Qinghong took leave early.

When he asked for leave, Yan Luoyue was standing aside, hesitantly looking at Ji Qinghong with an expectant look.

Ji Qinghong laughed and didn't try to make things difficult for her.

Not only did he approve Wu Manshuang's leave note, he also waved his hand towards Yan Luoyue:

"Even if I leave you to do the hard labor, you won't be able to concentrate on it. Why don't you accompany Xiao Wu to deal with these things first?"

Even if red rain fell from the sky, it was rare to see Ji Qinghong being so considerate.

Yan Luoyue was delighted, but also a little confused and wary. During the next half of the class, she glanced at Ji Qinghong from time to time.

Ji Qinghong remained calm and let her watch leisurely.

After finishing the assignment given yesterday, Ji Qinghong stretched out his hand and slapped the seal wall made of local materials, with an effortless gesture.

Large pieces of the seal fell off in an instant like a landslide, and all kinds of materials rolled down the stone wall. Cracks spread all the way inward, causing half of the entire seal to collapse.

Inside the rugged seal, there is a material that looks like white bones.

Ji Qinghong knocked casually on the sealed wall, and in the blink of an eye, the seal of the refining instrument here was dissolved, and the bone as long as an ivory was pulled out.

Taking it out wasn't enough. Ji Qinghong held it up impatiently and compared it with Wu Manshuang's current height.

It’s so funny, Wu Manshuang isn’t even tall enough.

Wu Manshuang calmly moved in the opposite direction: "...Don't measure me, Master. I will continue to grow."

Ji Qinghong sighed with pity and pushed the bone into Wu Manshuang's arms:

"As they say, like cures like, and what you eat cures what you lack. In that case, take this bone back and make yourself some soup tonight."

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang took it with a bit of a loss, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really going to stew it?"

Ji Qinghong pinched his brows and smiled: "I'm not lying to you, it can really be stewed, but the medicinal properties may be a bit strong, only you can drink it - or, you can ask her to use this bone to refine a branch for you to make bark, that would also be good."

Yan Luoyue took the bone and studied it for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what material it was.

"Master, what kind of monster's bone is this?"

Ji Qinghong said casually: "The two thousand year old dragon bone is very suitable for treating Xiao Wu's current condition."

After saying this, he waved his hand, signaling Yan Luoyue and Wu Manshuang to go back by themselves, without even leaving any homework.

This time, not to mention Yan Luoyue, even Wu Manshuang showed a slightly surprised expression.

Ji Qinghong crossed his arms and said jokingly, "Why aren't you leaving yet? Are you waiting for me to remember something important?"

"No, no, we'll leave now. Goodbye, Master!"

Yan Luoyue quickly grabbed Wu Manshuang's wrist, and whenever he encountered an obstacle, he would tap his wrist with his fingers.

The two of them nimbly crossed several scattered ruins, and their backs hopped and hopped like two little rabbits, running away in one breath, hand in hand.

Ji Qinghong folded his arms and watched the two people running away happily with a smile. After a long while, he let out a sigh of relief.

——The man comes riding on his bamboo horse, and plays with green plums around the bed.

Although he practices the ruthless way, he is not ignorant of human nature.

What's more...what we see today is like a replay of yesterday and the night before.

…

Ji Qinghong's two or three sentences of advice were actually not very clear.

Fortunately, there was the omnipotent historian Ling Shuanghun, who provided the two with enough reference materials based on his memory and the data books he carried with him.

Ling Shuanghun said: "Before the snake sheds its skin, it will lose its sight for a short period of time."

So Wu Manshuang took off the white veil covering her eyes, opened her eyes wide, and let Yan Luoyue examine her carefully.

In the past, every time Yan Luoyue made eye contact with Wu Manshuang, she would be paralyzed and stiffened by his gaze.

But this time, Wu Man Shuang's pupils were covered with a layer of light blue-white film, like two pieces of white veil covering her eyelids, directly blocking her vision.

Yan Luoyue stretched out her hand and waved slowly in front of Wu Manyhuang's eyes: "Can you see it?"

"There is a slight sense of light." Wu Manshuang said truthfully, "It doesn't matter. I have a good sense and can detect the aura of both of you."

Even as he said this, his gloved hands unconsciously reached forward, as if he was trying to find something to feel at ease.

Yan Luoyue grabbed Wu Manshuang's hand in time, and shook it lightly.

Ling Shuanghun acted as the narrator: "During this period before the skin was peeled, the snake demons' personalities were usually different from usual. They were either more irritable--"

Wu Manshuang immediately denied it, "I'm in a very good mood, not irritable."

Ling Shuanghun continued reading: "——or clingy."

With a swish, Yan Luoyue didn't even see Wu Manshuang's movements clearly, the little snake had already dragged his chair and moved to less than an inch away from her side in an instant.

Wu Manshuang admitted very quickly: "I am clingy."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

To be honest, she felt a faint atmosphere of fraud slowly rising in the room.

Ling Shuanghun continued to recite: "During the preparation period of the shins, the snake demons are at their weakest."

Wu Manshuang shook her head, her expression exactly the same as when he tore open the wound on her wrist and blood was spilling all over the ground.

It seemed that no matter what kind of pain he felt, it could not leave the slightest trace on his expression.

"I am fine."

Ling Shuanghun read out word by word:

"So during this period, strangers should stay away from the snake demon as much as possible. And the snake demon's family and friends should give the snake demon enough consideration and care."

"Proper care and more contact may be able to eliminate the snake demon's anxiety..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Manshuang had already fallen flat on the table.

He asked with a hint of doubt, "Really?"

Wu Manshuang closed her eyes and said with a determined heart, "Then I'm actually a little uncomfortable."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

Seeing his expression, Yan Luoyue burst out laughing.

She pulled her hand back, and then, seeing Wu Manshuang looking a little aggrieved, she leaned over and gave the little snake a warm hug through the cloak.

From this we can see that the information recorded in Ling Shuang's Soul Records is truly accurate and reliable.

If it weren't for the weak period before the skin was shed, Wu Manshuang wouldn't be so frank and coquettish as she is now.

I really don’t know what kind of expression the little snake will have when it looks back on its performance over the past few days after the chrysalis period.

Oh, I won’t hide in a corner every day, pretending to be a mushroom, and won’t dig myself out until everyone else has forgotten about it.

Ling Shuanghun closed the book with a snap.

He looked at the scene in front of him expressionlessly:

After Yan Luoyue finished the intimate contact and sat up again, Wu Manshuang also straightened up alertly and uneasily.

He even transformed into a jade-like prototype, with a pink snake tongue moving in and out from time to time, as if he was re-adapting to the surrounding environment that had become very unfamiliar after he became blind.

It was not until Yan Luoyue handed him a hand that the little green snake coiled up along his wrist.

He wrapped his arms around Yan Luoyue as if relieved of a heavy burden, and rested his head on her elbow with peace of mind.

Ling Shuanghun said with emotion: "Xiaoyan, Xiaowu, thank you. You solved a problem that I have been thinking about for a long time."

Yan Luoyue turned her head: "Xiao Ling, what are you talking about?"

Ling Shuanghun asked seriously, "Aren't you curious about what a group of scammers do when they are not scamming people?"

Yan Luoyue: "I'm curious too, but what does this have to do with us?"

Ling Shuanghun asked himself and answered: "Through observation, I found that they were of course - they were colluded with each other internally!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ling Shuanghun made his final speech and concluded: "If you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools. You guys continue to practice, I will leave first."

Yan Luoyue: "...Wait, if you dare to make up this story, don't feel guilty! Why are you running? Come back!"

After this little episode, Yan Luoyue finally understood why Ji Qinghong had specially taken out the dragon bone to give to them.

This may be because snakes and dragons are of the same species and have similar auras.

When letting go of Yan Luoyue's arm, Wu Manyhuang coiled on the dragon bone that was as thick as a girl's arm, and was able to remain calm.

Picking a good time, Yan Luoyue simply melted the dragon bone and made it into a special branch shape, making it easier for the little snake to wrap around it.

According to Ling Shuanghun, the most difficult part of the skin is the skin on the snout.

As long as the old ligaments near the lips fall off smoothly, the subsequent process will become very smooth.

"After all, the beginning is always the hardest."

After listening to this, Yan Luoyue seemed to be thinking about something.

"That makes sense," she murmured. "When I was wearing boots that were a size too small, it was the hardest to take off my heels at first..."

Ling Shuanghun: "...I think it's a little different, but this metaphor is still very vivid."

While the two of them were talking to each other, Wu Man Shuang had already transformed into her original form, with a round bone hole on her chin.

There was a reserved hole that Yan Luoyue had specially chiseled for the little snake when he was refining the dragon bone, which could help the little snake rub off the old snake worm on its snout.

She made more than ten similar reserved holes in order from small to large.

This way, when Wu Man Shuang comes to skin someone next time, she can take out the refined bone fork and use it.

It was different from what Yan Luoyue had imagined. It turned out that when snakes were shedding their skin, they did not shake their tails like Xiao Lingdang.

In fact, the green snake body was wrapped around the keel from the beginning.

Under the coverage of the snake scales, Yan Luoyue could even observe every tension and elasticity of the muscle groups.

Although the snake is as translucent as a jade carving, the color of its veil is more like translucent frost white. Upon closer inspection, the veil is covered with a layer of light green, like a strand of grass entering the curtain.

Twisting its neck to drill out of the bone hole, the little snake's head freed itself from the shackles of old skin, just like taking off a pullover.

This process is a bit magical - the old leather looks like it has a light matte texture, and after removing the worms, every scale looks like a carefully polished bright surface, as bright as new, so beautiful that you almost want to reach out and touch it.

Seeing that the little green snake had already taken off the most difficult part of its snout, his movements suddenly stopped the next second.

Wu Manshuang turned her head, her thin snake tongue trembling in the air, and she looked up in the direction of Yan Luoyue.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue suddenly realized that the difference in body shape between human form and their demon form was still too big.

For example, when Wu Manshuang transformed into a human form, she was a little taller than her, and the two of them could hold hands and jump over the rubble together, skipping and bouncing.

But when he turned into a small snake, its length was only enough for him to wrap it three times and twice, from his wrist to his elbow.

Even if Yan Luoyue was sitting cross-legged on the ground, Wu Manshuang still had to look up when looking at her.

After thinking about it, Yan Luoyue simply turned into a monster.

The little turtle clattered a few times on the ground, resting its paws on the branches.

Waving her claws at the little green snake that was so close, Yan Luoyue said with a smile: "It will be soon. Now you only need this much length."

The distance between the two claws is certainly not enough to measure the remaining length of the snake's body.

But Wu Manshuang lowered her head and rubbed it in the direction of Yan Luoyue from a distance.

"Um."

The next section of the snake fell off relatively smoothly, but when the last tip of the tail was freed from the old skin, Wu Manshuang was still a little exhausted.

The little snake relaxed and let itself fall into the shallow tray below it with a plop.

The water droplets in the tray suddenly splashed out, sprinkled all over half of Yan Luoyue's turtle shell.

"It's not poisonous..." Wu Manshuang said softly, "I haven't been poisonous for a while since I was born."

If he said so, Yan Luoyue would do whatever he wanted.

Almost as soon as the words fell, a few turtle claw patterns appeared in front of the little snake's eyes, rapidly approaching and enlarging.

It turned out that Yan Luoyue scooped up a handful of water in his current form and rudely splashed it on Wu Manshuang's face!

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Perhaps it was because she had not yet passed the sensitive and fragile period before and after the onset of sexual intercourse. After being splashed with water by Yan Luoyue a few times, Wu Man Shuang snorted muffledly.

He swam out from the shallow tray, climbed over the wall of the tray, and wrapped himself around Yan Luoyue's turtle shell like a climbing rope.

“Stop the water fight.” Wu Manshuang murmured, “I’m so tired…”

Feeling the weight on the carapace, Yan Luoyue slowly calmed down. She lay steadily on the ground and retracted her limbs into the shell.

On the semicircular moist turtle back, the emerald green snake body rises and falls quietly with its breathing. There is also a small, slender and beautiful tail that cannot fit on the turtle shell, so it just drags on the ground.

Ling Shuanghun stared at the two of them for a while, and suddenly thought the scene was good.

He opened his own scroll again and found the page where Yan Luoyue and Wu Manyhuang intersected. Based on the scene before him, he drew the first sketch of a turtle and a snake entangled in the world of immortal cultivation.

At this moment, no one realized how invincible this combination would be in the future.

Only Yan Luoyue went further and raised a claw, asking Ling Shuanghun to hum a lullaby with the crane song.

"Do you have lullabies in your crane songs?"

"Yes." Ling Shuanghun answered without thinking, "There are so many types of crane songs that one can sing from birth to burial."

There are songs for flying, songs for seeking a mate, and songs for driving away enemies.

Just like the sturdy carapace of a turtle or the sharp barbs of a crocodile, the high-pitched, clear call of a crane is part of its racial identity.

It is said that the first crane song existed long before the first historical book was written.

Still drawing with the charcoal pencil in hand, Ling Shuanghun hummed softly:

"Stones beneath the ground, wood in the world.

Fire in the sky has no fixed place.

Let him wander and follow him, you and I are connected and stay together..."

After finishing the last stroke, Ling Shuanghun gently closed the letter and found that the little turtle and the little snake had fallen asleep to the sound of his singing.

“…”

After only a moment's contemplation, Ling Shuang's soul also transformed into the form of a white crane monster.

He walked up on tiptoe, his two crane claws stepping on the water marks on the ground, leaving a string of bamboo-leaf-like footprints.

Then, Ling Shuanghun spread one of his wings, which seemed to be both for protection and to provide shade, and more like a down quilt, and quietly covered the turtle and the snake.

He also bent his long neck, hid under the other wing, and fell into a sweet dream.

——Ah, it’s such a beautiful afternoon, I should have a good sleep after all.

…

After waking up that day, Yan Luoyue was very sensitive to the fact that the color of Wu Manshuang's scales was darker than before.

If the color of the green snake before was the fresh green of early spring, then now the scales of the little green snake have a hint of the richness of midsummer.

This made Yan Luoyue curious: if all the snakes in the past and the present were stretched straight and placed in a row on the table from small to large, would a gradient rainbow effect appear in front of her?

...But how could she have the right to own so many snakes?

As long as she has the current Wu Manshuang by her side, that's enough.

In addition, Yan Luoyue also noticed that there were two rows of symmetrical joints on the back of the little green snake.

The pair of joints were only about an inch long.

Not only did Yan Luoyue try to touch it, Wu Manshuang also curled up her tail and groped it a few times:

The newly added bones on the back feel semi-hard, and if you press them hard, they will feel a little itchy under the skin.

Considering the shape of these two protrusions, Yan Luoyue couldn't help but guess: "...Manshuang, are you going to grow wisdom teeth?"

But she had never heard of any snake whose wisdom teeth came out from the back!

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Ling Shuanghun: “…”

They later asked Ji Qinghong to take a look at it once.

After careful observation, Ji Qinghong concluded this small change, along with Wu Manshuang's aggressive gaze, as "his racial characteristics."

Yan Luoyue asked, "Then Master, what race is Manshuang?"

Even in Ling Shuanghun's historical records, there is no similar record.

This shows that Wu Manshuang's species is either very rare or very mysterious.

"I don't know." Ji Qinghong thought about it but still didn't come up with a definite answer.

Seeing Yan Luoyue holding her chin with a troubled expression, he smiled gently and cordially, and gave her unreliable advice as always:

"If you really can't bear it, you can let Xiao Wu Sui be your teacher and be a rabbit."

"...Master, is this also possible?"

Ji Qinghong smiled leisurely and signaled Wu Manshuang to change back into human form.

After looking at Wu Manshuang behind the skin for a while, Ji Qinghong gave her a special assignment: to find someone and then play a joke on that person.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

As if not noticing the difficulty on Wu Manshuang's face, Ji Qinghong added with a leisurely smile: "We have to make the other party realize that this is a joke."

This assignment came out of nowhere, and seemed like Ji Qinghong's original idea.

But Yan Luoyue almost gave Ji Qinghong a thumbs up on the spot.

——Yes, that’s it, let the little snake come alive quickly!

Here's what happened.

Perhaps because of her extremely socially dejected behavior during the lamia period, Wu Man Shuang was too embarrassed to speak for three or four days after the lamia period ended.

When he usually went out, he was like a big mushroom growing in the shadow, always lagging behind half a step, hiding in Yan Luoyue's shadow.

Every time Yan Luoyue turned around, she could see Wu Manshuang using both hands to pull the hood of her hood towards her lips.

Yan Luoyue was both angry and amused, thinking that she had guessed this would happen.

But in her tone, she still asked as if nothing had happened: "What's wrong? Why have you ignored me and Xiaoling these days?"

Wu Manshuang shook her head gloomily: "Let me calm down for a moment..."

He now recalled all the manifestations of his chalcid stage.

Wu Manshuang felt deeply that she was temporarily too embarrassed to face anyone.

Yan Luoyue: "...Okay, but I'm going to the auction house later, do you want to come with me?"

Wu Manshuang immediately raised her head and said, "Go!"

...Very good. It seems that a certain degree of honesty and straightforwardness is inherited from the shrub stage.

The auction house that Yan Luoyue mentioned was the Galaxy Auction House located outside.

After the Thousand Refinements Conference ended and the Thousand Refinements Curtain was removed, the auction house was still not demolished and remained happily in place, doing business in purchasing second-hand materials dismantled by instrument refiners from the secret realm.

——From this we can see that Yan Luoyue is not the only one who wants to get rich by collecting scraps. Human thoughts often have similarities.

Hongtong Palace turned a blind eye to these matters, and they did not ask too much about where the materials removed from the seal wall went.

After all, the greatest benefit, the Crow's Cry Fire, had already been reserved by them, and they couldn't just give the instrument makers a blank check and let them work for nothing.

Every time he enters and leaves the Xinghe Auction House, Yan Luoyue always maintains the identity of "keeping his word".

After almost running into Ling Shuanghun head-on, Yan Luoyue asked Wu Manshuang to keep watch for her every time she changed her outfit.

Wu Manshuang naturally agreed to this simple request.

But he also felt a little strange: "Why don't you let Xiao Ling know?"

Yan Luoyue shook her head firmly: "Unless Xiao Ling finds out himself, I will never let him know!"

The details of Yan Bixin's Doupeng and Wu Manshuang's Doupeng are 70% similar.

As they walked side by side on the road, they looked like a pair of brothers.

Yan Luoyue looked down at Wu Manshuang and suddenly smiled.

"...What's wrong?" Wu Manshuang looked at her strangely.

Yan Luoyue pursed her lips, stretched out her hand to touch the top of Wu Manshuang's head, and made the same gesture as Ji Qinghong did when he used the dragon bone to compare his height with Wu Manshuang.

Wu Manshuang: “…”

Wu Manshuang kept a straight face and said in a deep voice, "Let's go out together next time... I want to take the aging pill too."

Originally, he was taller than Yan Luoyue. Originally!

Yan Bixin went to the auction house this time mainly to get back the balance of the patent he sold.

The black-robed weaponsmith released a thousand patents for the secret recipe for searching for the web.

Of course, it is impossible to sell all the 1,000 usage rights at one auction.

After seeking Yan Luoyue's opinion, Xinghe Auction House allocated part of the patents to other chain auction houses for sale.

There were also hundreds of patents that were sold in this auction house.

Although there are no established legal provisions in the world of cultivation, under the guarantee of the oath of heaven and earth, one must keep one's word and there is no need to worry about the outflow of patent rights.

The person in charge of reception and keeping her word was the female appraiser whom we met for the first time.

Her hair was tied into a sleek bun at the back of her head and her straight eyebrows made her look serious. One could tell at a glance that she was the kind of person who was very responsible at work and who you could trust with tasks.

When he saw Wu Manshuang, the appraiser did not ask about his identity, but used this opportunity to establish a relationship with his big client.

She just glanced at Wu Manshuang calmly, then looked away without saying a word more.

After Yan Luoyue received the final payment for the three months, the appraiser asked:

"We recently acquired a new batch of materials. Would you like to take a look?"

Nearby is the Secret Realm of Crow's Cry Fire, where different weapon refiners change hands every day and sell large quantities of materials to the auction house.

Ordinary customers will definitely not have the opportunity to see the goods first.

But for a master of refining instruments like Yan Bixin, who can sell a single piece for millions, the rules are naturally different.

Although Yan Luoyue can enter and exit the secret realm by herself, as far as she knows, the materials and contents of the seal wall on all sides are different.

There will always be someone else who has found the materials that she hasn't got, and today is a rare day when I have some free time, so why not take a look?

The appraiser bowed slightly and said, "The materials are kept in the backstage. Please follow me."

On the way to the backstage, the black-robed weaponsmith passed by a tall and thin man.

At that moment, not only Wu Manshuang raised her head quickly, but even Yan Luoyue noticed that this man was looking at her secretly.

“…”

After walking a short distance, Yan Bixin asked hoarsely, "Who was that guy just now?"

The female appraiser replied calmly, "He is my brother and the first heir of this auction house."

This answer sounds very interesting.

Yan Bixin seemed unmoved and just asked solemnly, "What about you?"

The female appraiser said: "According to the order of birth, I am the second heir."

After hearing this, the black-robed weapon master understood everything: "But the true order of succession still depends on strength?"

"Yes."

——No wonder the man looked at the black-robed weapon master in detail when he passed by just now.

The fact that the female appraiser was able to win the order to find the secret recipe of Luowang must have increased the weight of her words.

Escorting the black-robed weaponsmith and his younger brother (Wu Manshuang: Sorry, but this was a misunderstanding) all the way to the storage room, the female appraiser bowed slightly and saluted the weaponsmith.

"I'm sorry that I made you feel uncomfortable just now. I didn't mean to make you go through that episode just now. Please feel free to choose the materials you like. I will give you a 30% discount on your purchase this time."

Yan Bixin thanked her for her kindness and finally selected a pair of inky black mysterious spirit crystals.

Both spirit crystals are palm-sized.

Although its material is precious and has the function of defending against spiritual attacks, the area of ​​this spiritual crystal is too small, resulting in its price being awkwardly neither too high nor too low.

Yan Luoyue was very satisfied.

"I can use it to make you a pair of goggles."

She held up the chip and gestured in front of Wu Manshuang, then said with a smile, "You look so cool with that silver robe."

“…”

Wu Manshuang didn't know what "cool" meant, but that didn't prevent him from hearing the affirmation in Yan Luoyue's tone.

He decided immediately that he would wear the silver robe more often when he was not at home.

Having found the right materials at a very cheap price, Yan Luoyue felt as good as if she had found a bargain.

On the way back, she walked briskly, and even the hoarse tone she pretended to speak was smoother than usual.

Wu Manshuang asked, "Did the female appraiser reveal the situation to you on purpose?"

Yan Luoyue pondered for a moment: "Based on my experience with her, she would not do such small things in private. Instead, she is more attentive at work."

In short, this serious female appraiser is basically the opposite of Zhen Zhuoer when it comes to the word "flexibility".

"But even if she did it on purpose, since she told us to pretend nothing happened, I will pretend nothing happened."

To put it bluntly, Yan Luoyue only stayed here for a year, picking up scraps, dismantling dungeons, and constantly learning under the pressure of Ji Qinghong.

No matter who owns this newly built auction house, it has little to do with her.

To keep your word, it is enough to be a respected big customer.

Wu Manshuang responded.

The next moment, he suddenly turned his head calmly.

After Wu Manshuang made this move, the black-robed weaponsmith's ears, which were hidden in his hood, suddenly moved imperceptibly.

Although there was a one-second difference between the two of them making this move, this was the first time that Yan Luoyue was so alert—she discovered the abnormality not based on Wu Manshuang's actions, but through her own perception.

Over the past few days, Ji Qinghong's long-term special training for Yan Luoyue has begun to show results on her.

Wu Man Shuang naturally didn't notice Yan Luoyue's little action.

He tucked his cloak and said to Yan Luoyue as if nothing had happened: "You go first, I'll go back to the auction house to buy some things."

“…”

Yan Luoyue forced herself not to laugh.

This excuse is, of course, obviously lame.

But... Alas, Wu Manshuang had tried hard enough. This was the first time that this little snake, who was so naive, tried to get rid of her.

"Oh." Yan Luoyue also pretended not to notice anything and replied, "Then you go, I'll go back first."

Then, Yan Luoyue, who made the above remarks, wrapped the little snake around its back in less than a cup of tea time after Wu Manshuang left.

She deliberately used the skills taught to her by Ji Qinghong, and at the same time activated the turtle tribe's secret skill, the turtle breathing skill.

Yan Luoyue also discovered by accident that the things left by the ancestors actually quite matched the racial characteristics of the turtle tribe and promoted the racial talents of the turtle tribe.

For example, when this technique was practiced to its extreme, Yan Luoyue's presence was like a stone covered with moss.

Yan Luoyue was sneaking around very carefully.

By the time she arrived at the crime scene, the sneaky stalker had already been stepped on the ground by Wu Manshuang.

This kind of thing is something you only get familiar with after doing it the second time.

In particular, Wu Manshuang is extremely good at studying.

Compared to the first time I realized someone was following me, I felt a little more awkward when I took it out and shared the news with two friends.

This time, Wu Man Shuang was able to handle such things independently and skillfully.

"Oh? You really don't plan to tell me?"

Wu Manshuang asked softly, her tone not sounding serious.

At the same time, he slowly took off his gloves.

Yan Luoyue carefully stuck half of his head out from behind a big tree and was amazed by this.

——Good guy, she only knew that Xiaoshe was good at studying, but she didn’t expect him to be so good at it!

At this moment, Ji Qinghong's expression and tone were imitated by Wu Manshuang 100%.

Suddenly, Yan Luoyue had an epiphany and understood why Wu Manshuang wanted to send her away to deal with the stalker alone.

Of course, it wouldn’t be such a silly reason as “to protect Yan Luoyue’s fragile heart”.

There is only one truth here:

When applying a new skill in actual combat, the scene may seem a bit childish and there is a possibility of failure. For someone as serious as Wu Manshuang, of course she would train herself first and then show it to her friends.

As for Luoyue, she is just like every unfortunate friend in your life.

After seeing this scene, Yan Luoyue not only did not retreat silently, but her eyes lit up and she looked more seriously.

If we say that Wu Manshuang used to make people feel scared by her clothes and mysterious temperament.

Even if Wu Manshuang were to put aside his fighting cape, his unpredictable tone and the sharp contrast with his gloomy temperament would be enough to make people feel how dangerous he was.

The followers who were being trampled underfoot had never seen the former Wu Man Shuang.

But listening to the smiling voice above him, he felt as if at this moment there was a poisonous snake, slowly and lazily tightening its grip around his neck.

He said without hesitation: "It was Miss Yu! It was Miss Yu Funing who asked me to follow you two."

"Because you two had some contact with the eldest master before, she sent me to keep an eye on you two to see if the eldest master's people have contacted you. This is all I know, and I have already said it all. Please let me go, young master."

Behind the big tree, Yan Luoyue raised her eyebrows, feeling a little surprised by this answer.

Before Yan Luoyue could sort out the thoughts in her mind, Wu Manshuang suddenly laughed softly upon hearing this answer.

“Is that so… But I don’t quite believe it.”

Wu Manshuang shook her head and said thoughtfully, "It's embarrassing to say this. I still haven't figured out a way to prevent hair loss during hair removal."

"--But fortunately, I have developed a method that will make them feel that it is okay to lose their hair."

Wu Manshuang asked politely, "Do you want to try it?"

As he spoke, he bent down and lightly touched the other person's forehead with his bare fingers.

At this moment, Ji Qinghong's humorous thinking logic and Wu Manshuang's polite style of doing things, on the same fertile soil of love of learning, gave birth to the seeds of forced sale.

Yan Luoyue, who was watching this scene, said: "..."

My mood is a bit complicated.

At this moment, Yan Luoyue finally knew why Meng's mother moved three times.

Although the little snake is usually innocent and kind to her and Ling Shuanghun.

But Yan Luoyue felt that if Wu Manshuang continued to learn from Ji Qinghong, her reputation in the future might become very scary...

The captured stalker at Wu Manshuang's feet suddenly let out a loud scream.

The cry was so similar to the sound of slaughtering a pig that even Yan Luoyue, who was ten steps away, was startled.

Wu Manshuang shuddered quickly.

Seeing that the stalker did not notice this detail, he quickly regained his composure and asked politely:

"Are you feeling sick already?"

——Actually, he didn’t add any other ingredients, so you shouldn’t feel uncomfortable.

But it’s no wonder that this person screamed so miserably.

Because in just a few breaths, his black hair from the top to the ends turned green and shiny, like the only star in the dark night!

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Good guy, really good guy.

For the aesthetically conservative world of immortal cultivation, such a bright synthetic fluorescent green can probably be classified as a kind of mental destruction.

The man grasped his hair and tried desperately to struggle away from Wu Manshuang's feet, his lips trembling like a ruler being moved by the edge of a table.

"What did you do to me?!"

Wu Manshuang smiled, stood up, and did not answer the question directly.

He said in a gentle voice: "Someone once told me that not all problems in the world can be solved by killing people."

"Although I still don't quite understand what she said, I always listen to her."

As he spoke, he used the finger that had just touched the other person's forehead to virtually draw the person's outline.

Every time she painted a place, Wu Man Shuang's fingers would stay in the air above that part.

"Don't worry, I'm not such a cold-blooded person. So from now on, you will only become a person with green hair, cheeks, lips... all the way down."

The threatened stalker: "..."

Yan Luoyue, who was eavesdropping quietly, said: "..."

Yan Luoyue felt that the little snake might not understand the word "green", which has a high and implicit meaning in human culture.

After all, he himself is such a crystal and beautiful little green snake.

But it can hit the pain point accurately without any intention...

Tsk, this is really a natural and unconscious black.

Wu Manshuang continued to describe, "When you are green from head to toe, your friends who love you will plant you in the ground, water you, catch insects for you, cultivate the soil for you, and sprinkle you with medicinal fertilizers..."

Speaking of this, perhaps because she was thinking of her friend, Wu Man Shuang's pretended gentle tone suddenly became genuine and gentle.

But from what this person heard, he just wanted to escape on the spot and write a memoir titled "The Birth of a Pervert".

Wu Manshuang turned around suddenly: "——For example, your friend who is hiding behind me..."

The next second, Wu Manshuang's cold gaze pierced through the white veil and accurately met Yan Luoyue, who had quietly revealed half of his head.

The second half of the sentence got stuck in Wu Manshuang's throat and stopped abruptly.

“…”

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Afterwards, Wu Manshuang restrained her overly bold stepping posture, lowered her head slightly, and became obedient under Yan Luoyue's gaze.

Wu Manshuang was very reserved and polite as she apologized to the person following her:

"Sorry, I misunderstood. The person who came was actually my friend."

Stalker: “…”

Wu Manshuang smiled at Yan Luoyue, her tone a little nervous:

"I still haven't developed a hair removal toxin... But you see, I have invented the vegetable state you mentioned before."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

God damn vegetable.

With one foot, Wu Manshuang followed the man's chest and throat upwards and decisively covered the stalker's mouth, preventing him from telling Yan Luoyue what had just happened here.

But in fact, Wu Manshuang was just overthinking.

How could this stalker possibly tell Yan Luoyue about his experience?

He watched Yan Bixin walk out from behind the tree.

The black-robed weaponsmith and the little pervert in front of him were dressed in exactly the same way.

They are one taller than the other, just like the trial outfit and formal outfit in a pervert movie.

Then I think about the idea of ​​the vegetative state, which was proposed by this bigger black-robed weaponsmith...

In an instant, eighteen hundred possible scenarios flashed through the stalker's mind, and his eyes were instantly wet with tears.

As his tears rolled down his cheeks to the ground, he tried hard to roll his eyeballs, wanting to take the opportunity to see whether his sad tears had turned into fluorescent green.

"Let me tell you!"

The man shook his head desperately to get rid of Wu Man Shuang's shoe soles, and told her everything that had happened.

"It wasn't Miss Yu who sent me here, it was Young Master Yu who sent me here! He asked me to follow you and see if there was any private contact between you and Miss Yu. If there was, report it to him!"

"He told me to try not to be discovered. If I was discovered, I should put the blame on Miss Yu."

The man closed his eyes and shouted, "——He said you would give Galaxy Auction House some face and not do anything to me!"

Hearing this, Yan Luoyue pursed her lips subtly.

Well, that's right.

When the stalker gave the explanation, his logic was very smooth.

But intuitively, Yan Luoyue still felt that something was not right.

As for Wu Man Shuang, he was able to figure out that this was a lie in the first place. His progress was really great... huh?

Yan Luoyue saw that Wu Manshuang changed her standing posture and then moved uncomfortably.

His whole demeanor revealed a kind of belated awareness that only those who knew him well could discern.

——What? I just lied to you and you actually lied to me?

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Hey man, you don't act like a fake.

There is no emotion, only technique.

Even she was fooled by Wu Manshuang's acting skills!

Noticing Yan Luoyue's somewhat speechless expression, Wu Manshuang put on her gloves again, touched the tip of her nose blankly, and explained:

"I was... just kidding him."

In short, he was completing the assignment Ji Qinghong had given him.

But perhaps influenced by Wu Man Shuang's personality, he took the joke too seriously and ended up pulling out carrots and bringing up mud.

His mind raced, and Yan Bixin leaned forward and said in a hoarse voice:

"Go back and tell your eldest master that the internal strife is your auction house's own business, and I will not get involved. But if he continues to test you like this, the result may be uncertain."

The visitor nodded his head: "Yes, yes, yes!"

Wu Manshuang loosened her grip and turned her head away coldly: "Go now."

The stalker hesitated: "Um, the vegetative person..."

Glancing at him indifferently, Wu Manshuang frowned, took off her gloves, and reached out to touch the man's forehead.

In an instant, all the hair on this man's body fell off.

“Go!”

Seeing the stalker running away, Wu Manshuang felt a little frustrated.

The fact that his joke came true made him unsure whether he had completed his assignment or not.

But...

A thought flashed through her mind quickly, and Wu Manshuang leaned over, picked up the fluorescent green hair on the ground, rolled it up, and put it away.

Yan Luoyue asked curiously, "What are you doing with it?"

Wu Manshuang: "Hand in your homework."

The two turned around and walked back towards the inner court.

Wu Manshuang asked, "Are you really not going to pursue this matter?"

In Wu Manshuang's mind, harboring evil thoughts towards Yan Luoyue - and Yan Luoyue's alias - was a serious crime.

If Yan Luoyue doesn't pursue the matter, then he will do it.

After the sealing wall is broken, we must at least pick an auspicious day to give that young master Yu a beating.

Yan Luoyue smiled and said, "They are fighting over the inheritance rights, and they don't give me any dividends, so why should I get involved? However, I might sell Miss Yu a few more useful things next time to vent my anger."

After answering this question, Yan Luoyue was also a little curious and asked:

"Like what happened today, if you weren't joking, how would you have handled it?"

Wu Man Shuang looked a little ashamed: "If he really doesn't tell me, or is determined to lie to me, then there is nothing I can do."

For a while, Wu Manshuang was reminded by Yan Luoyue and Ling Shuanghun in turn not to use her poisonous killer weapon until the critical moment.

So…

"At most, we can beat him up, put him in a container, and then ask someone to send him back."

"Uh-huh?"

Yan Luoyue thought about it and suddenly felt that this description sounded very ominous.

"Wait a minute, why do we need a container?"

Wu Manshuang was slightly stunned: "After I beat him, his limbs were paralyzed and he couldn't move. It's not very humane to let someone drag him back all the way naked."

It seems to be the case, but something seems wrong.

Yan Luoyue sorted out her thoughts and felt that the problem still lay in...

"What container are you going to put him in?"

Wu Man Shuang pondered for a moment, and quickly recalled the many containers of suitable sizes that she had seen before.

He asked tentatively, "Coffin?"

"…Where should I send it?"

Wu Manshuang answered without hesitation: "He was unable to take care of himself and couldn't find his way, so of course he was sent to the doorstep of Mr. Yu's home."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue stared at Wu Manyhuang for a long, long time in silence.

She discovered that the little snake had a natural talent for provocation.

If he had been born in ancient times, he might have been particularly suitable for writing tributes.

As long as a handwritten letter was shot into the enemy camp, the enemy generals who had previously been unable to hide would probably rush out of the camp to fight him to the death after reading just two or three lines.

What Luoyue never expected was that Wu Manshuang's provocative talent would be displayed even more vividly on the second day.

Ji Qinghong looked at the green hair that Wu Manshuang passed under his eyelids and smiled with interest.

"What is this?"

Wu Manshuang answered seriously, "A special kind of grass that I bought at a high price."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ji Qinghong: “…”

Ji Qinghong raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone became softer and gentler: "Good boy, are you kidding me?"

Wu Manshuang instantly breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved expression that said, "Great, I finally completed the assignment."

——Ji Qinghong asked him to make a joke, and he did it.

——Ji Qinghong asked the person being joked to recognize that it was a joke, and he did it!

Wu Manshuang nodded obediently: "Yes, this is a joke."

Ji Qinghong: “…”

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Silence. The atmosphere at this moment is filled with silence.

Admiration. Now Yan Luoyue only has admiration in his heart.

And today's Wu Man Shuang is still studious and excellent!