Chapter 42 Three-in-one [including thanks 140,000, 140,000...

No matter what thoughts flashed through the shopkeeper's mind, the instrument refiner always sat still like a bell.

The black-robed weapon refiner, or Yan Luoyue, has been managing this alias well over the past few years.

As the exchanges with Zhaoxinju became more frequent, the two sides entered into a deep exchange of ideas to show their friendship. One of the steps in this exchange was to exchange names.

Zhen Zhuoer, the daughter of the Lord of Ruyi City, has already revealed her biggest trump card in front of Yan Luoyue.

But Yan Luoyue couldn't tell her, hello, my name is Yan Luoyue, the same name as the little girl you saw that day.

The rest of my sect, from the master to the senior brothers and sisters, are all called by the same name. What do you think? Have you guessed that I am the one playing all three of them?

Under such circumstances, Yan Luoyue had to create the character of the black-robed weapon refiner in detail, and the first thing to create was the weapon refiner's name.

Just as the samurai of the Ginko Arena said, the easiest way to come up with a kana is to add corresponding antonyms and synonyms based on your own name.

Therefore, the pseudonym Yan Luoyue initially gave himself was called "Mo Shengtian".

Silence is paired with speech, rising is paired with falling, sky and moon are common scenes with similar nature.

But for some reason, Yan Luoyue had repeated this name twice in his mind, and always felt that the picture revealed in it was rather hellish.

In addition, the name she reported to the chief monk was "Yan Ercao". This name passed the test of the ruler and square instrument, indicating that the black-robed weapon refiner was at least surnamed Yan.

After a little thought, two pseudonyms came into being.

When they met next time, the black-robed weaponsmith told the shopkeeper: "My name is Trustworthy."

The shopkeeper was slightly stunned, and then asked, "What about your junior sister...?"

"Yan Bixin" said without changing his expression: "Her name is Xing Biguo. Both of us were given our names by our mentor."

——My mentor is also myself. This statement is wrong.

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and felt that he needed to express something: "Ah, this... Haha, your master is really open-minded and humorous."

The black-robed weapon refiner nodded slightly.

It’s decided, from now on she will call me that when she goes out.

Based on the indirect hints made to the shopkeeper a few days ago and Zhen Zhuoer's attitude towards the black-robed weapon refiner, Yan Luoyue had already guessed that he had mixed up his vest with Gui Yuanzong's.

Zhen Zhuoer, the owner of Zhaoxinju, has seen Yan Luoyue's true form and knows that the real name of "Xing Biguo" is Yan Luoyue, but it doesn't matter.

In the future, whether she or anyone else, they would track down Junior Sister Xing Biguo and might find out the identity of Yan Luoyue. Then he would soon find out that she had close contacts with all the disciples of Guiyuan Sect.

This just fits in with the script someone else wrote for her.

In addition, Yan Luoyue also carefully created a character for Yan Bixin.

Taking into account the fact that the black-robed weapon master once ran at full speed in front of the city gate, Yan Luoyue tailored a script for herself: "This weapon master is obviously super powerful but too cautious."

Just as in.

The black-robed weapon refiner pushed the sample magic weapon card to the shopkeeper, motioning him to check it first.

As for himself, he sat back slightly in his chair, with his elbows on the table, his ten fingers sticking out of his sleeves, folded and supporting his chin.

The shopkeeper glanced and saw that the weapon maker's fingers were covered with a thin layer of silver silk weave.

It took him a long time to realize that although the master was extremely talented, he had a rather dull temper, was extremely cautious in character, and had some rigid quirks.

Even though he was so familiar with her, Yan Bixin still refused to reveal even a single trace of her true appearance, not even just a fingertip.

Or maybe, it is because he is so familiar to her that she puts on a silver mitten in front of him.

According to the shopkeeper's guess, during the first few meetings, Yan Bixin should have worn a more concealed, thinner, transparent, flesh-colored condom.

He would never take a sip of any snack that had ever left Yan Bixin's sight.

Every time I come to Ruyi Tower to talk about sound, Yan Bixin always sits by the top floor window. This position is next to the window, but there is a complete window.

His figure was hidden behind the wall near the window, and if anything unexpected happened, he could break out of the window at any time.

But if someone were to peek through the window, they would definitely not be able to see Yan Bixin's figure clinging to the wall.

There are many more details like this.

Shopkeeper: “…” To be honest, this was the first time he saw a master who kept his word and was so sincere in what he said… He said, he cherished life so much.

Watching the shopkeeper check the set of magic weapon cards, Yan Bixin asked slowly, "How is it? Is there anything that doesn't meet the standards?"

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "I would be more than happy if you were willing to continue to provide me with standardized instruments. I would not have any other requests."

After Zhen Zhuoer took down the Lu family as a widow and established a foothold in Ruyi City, Yan Luoyue recruited Xinju and Lu's Building to provide assembly line storage bags and swords.

If she did so, the current market order would inevitably be disrupted due to the assembly line production method.

Secondly, the area around Yunning Lake can only carry a limited number of monks, and their ability to digest goods is also slow, so it is necessary to oversaturate the market.

The assembly line card can be used from time to time, like this time.

But there's no need to leave it on until you find the right moment.

Yan Bixin said slowly, "I have let the young man practice this set of magic weapon cards hundreds of times. The cards run smoothly and are loved by people. But even so, you have to find a few dozen reliable people to take him to try this set of magic weapon cards."

Just like before a movie is released, preview screenings are organized for the audience.

Before a new game is released, you also need to organize the audience to play it.

The shopkeeper stroked his beard and nodded in agreement, thinking that the master was as cautious as ever.

"Please rest assured, Master. We are old acquaintances. I will not let you down."

"Yeah." Yan Bixin responded reservedly. Even when he was most relaxed, his back was as straight as a ruler.

The shopkeeper added, "Also, my boss told me to pass this on to the master."

Looking at the box in front of him, the black-robed weapon refiner lowered his palm slightly, and his palm first brushed a spirit along the seam of the box.

After making sure the box was clean, he opened it through the cover and saw a bright red invitation on the soft satin.

"So Daoist Fellow Zhen is having a birthday banquet."

"Master, please come and enjoy it."

Yan Bixin nodded slowly.

He was always cautious and unwilling to speak too confidently about the future. He just said, "I know."

Hearing him say this, the shopkeeper felt relieved.

He understood that this meant that Master Yan would definitely come if special circumstances arose.

Seeing that the shopkeeper had something else to say, Yan Bixin stood up.

A faint spirit emanated from him, blowing like a breeze over the chairs he had sat on, the tables he had touched, and the teacups he had picked up, sweeping away all traces of himself that had been left there.

In addition, a barely detectable flash of fire flashed across the crack in the floor beneath their feet.

Master Yan manipulated the strange fire and burned off a strand of his hair.

After finishing these finishing touches, Yan Bixin nodded to the shopkeeper and went downstairs like a dark cloud.

Only after watching Yan Bixin leave Zhaoxinju did the shopkeeper let out a long sigh.

He admired Master Yan's skills, and had no complaints about Master Yan's behavior.

But every time he did business with Master Yan, the shopkeeper had the illusion that his business was shameful and that he had committed a crime...

This feels so strange. Zhaoxinju has always been law-abiding and is even eager to pay taxes!

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Today, Yan Luoyue, as always, maintains his character of being a man of his word.

The school has one day off every ten days. In short, we study for nine days and rest for one day.

Yan Luoyue used this morning's time to discuss business with Zhao Xinju.

As for the afternoon, Yan Luoyue made an appointment with Shen Jingxuan in advance to accompany the little nun to Yunning Lake to look for elixirs.

Shen Jingxuan's cultivation has reached the peak of refining and he has crossed the half-step threshold of foundation building. He only needs a foundation building pill as a trigger to smoothly advance to the foundation building stage.

She worked as a coach for the Turtle Tribe for three years. Although she gave away most of the money she earned, she also saved a small amount of her salary, which was enough to buy a Foundation Establishment Pill.

But perhaps because he was a monk and lived a simple and frugal life, Shen Jingxuan still had to pick the "foundation-building grass", the main ingredient for refining the elixir, himself.

"Although it is said that disciples of my generation should observe the precepts of abstinence, live a simple and frugal life, and not covet extravagant things such as gold and silver, I am not looking for grass for building the foundation for this reason."

Yan Luoyue's turtle body has grown a lot bigger, but Shen Jingxuan can still hang her on his shoulders with a relaxed expression.

She explained to Yan Luoyue, "I met an alchemist by chance. She was willing to let me make the foundation-building pill, and told me that the best material for the pill is the foundation-building grass that grows within my daily living area."

On the shoulder, the little turtle slowly moved its claws and spoke in human language, as if thinking about something.

“…So it’s custom made.”

The alchemist asked Shen Jingxuan to find foundation-building grass near him, because such medicine is easier to digest.

There are similar requirements for refining weapons. According to the monks' daily fighting habits, a special magical weapon can be tailored to their needs.

But customized services are generally expensive. I wonder how much Shen Jingxuan spent on it.

"I have money to spend." Shen Jingxuan clarified, "I just got lost and saw the donor being entangled by two monks with ulterior motives, and then..."

Yan Luoyue dubbed: "Tuck, tuck, tuck, tuck."

"Yes." Shen Jingxuan was happy that Yan Luoyue understood what she meant.

When transformed into a turtle form, Yan Luoyue's body temperature is lower than that in human form.

But Shen Jingxuan was very hot, like a warm stove, and his warm shoulders warmed Yan Luoyue's belly.

At the little nun's unsteady steps, Yan Luoyue's eyelids became sticky and she could gradually not open them.

When she woke up from her comfortable nap, she was stunned by the wilderness in all directions.

"...Jingxuan, where am I?"

Shen Jingxuan was very calm: "Inside Yunning Daze."

Yan Luoyue took a breath: "No, I said, how did you get here?"

Shen Jingxuan raised his head confidently and pointed in the direction of the rising sun: "The poor man has been walking north, and may have turned a few corners along the way."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Straightening Shen Jingxuan's finger to the northeast, the little turtle on her shoulder slid down along the fabric of the nun's robe.

Before its feet touched the ground, the little turtle transformed into a little girl with delicate eyebrows and eyes, jumping on the ground to slow down.

Yan Luoyue pricked up his ears and looked around.

Suddenly, that feeling of being watched came back.

Yan Luoyue looked at Shen Jingxuan consciously: "Jingxuan, do you feel that someone seems to be watching you and me?"

The feeling was extremely short-lived, lasting only a moment, like a strand of hair lightly brushing against the shadow of a person's back.

As a monk, Shen Jingxuan could even sense the red dust from the arena on his body. His perception must be better than others.

She shook her head and said firmly, "Yes."

"Maybe I'm wrong." Yan Luoyue murmured.

After all, from the time she occasionally had this feeling, the interval between being noticed was at least three or four months.

Forget it, let's not talk about this. Yan Luoyue tugged at Shen Jingxuan's sleeve: "Do you have the finger I gave you?"

Considering that Shen Jingxuan is naturally obsessed with directions and is impeccable - this person can get lost in a reed pile for three days and three nights in the turtle tribe's territory.

Therefore, Yan Luoyue specially refined a pointer for her.

The green magnet of the pointer is attracted by the other half and always points to Shen Jingxuan's bedroom in the Turtle Clan.

From then on, whenever the little nun went out alone, everyone would be worried even if she got lost.

Hearing this, Shen Jingxuan reached for his collar and pulled out the round hand that looked like a pocket watch: "Here."

Yan Luoyue breathed a sigh of relief: "Great, then I'll follow the direction of the needle."

I don’t know how Shen Jingxuan left before.

The reedy field where she was currently standing was full of lush grass, rustling reeds, and bushes that had already withered in the autumn wind. The shallow beach was even more rocky.

The long wind blowing by the water passed through the holes in the strange rocks, making a mournful sound, carrying with it an indescribable sadness and sorrow.

After walking for a while following the guidance of the compass, the two people walking side by side felt their feet stagnate at the same time.

Shen Jingxuan originally thought that it was normal to step into the mud and that he just needed to pull his feet out.

But because Yan Luoyue had been teleported by Brother Tang before, she has always been more sensitive to things like formations.

She immediately realized something was wrong and looked down, and sure enough, there were faint halo patterns looming.

The reeds are swaying, why would people always look down at their feet?

What's more, both of them are good at formations, and this formation is extremely clever.

Covered by rocks, weeds, wild reeds and dead tree trunks, it blends in seamlessly with the surrounding environment.

Otherwise, if one of his feet had not stepped right in the center of the formation, Yan Luoyue’s eyes would have been dazzled and he would not have noticed anything strange.

With a muffled groan, Yan Luoyue asked curiously: "...Another teleportation formation?"

No, the pattern is not similar.

And this time, the suction power of the formation is clearly stronger than her previous one.

In the blink of an eye, the soft muddy beach caved inwards, as if the earth had opened a huge whale's mouth, and no matter how the two struggled, it firmly took her in.

After Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan disappeared from the spot, three figures suddenly stood up in the reeds.

The height of this mysterious person is between Shen Jingxuan and Yan Luoyue, and is about four fingers taller than Yan Luoyue.

He was dressed very strangely; he should have been thin and nimble, but he wrapped himself tightly in three layers of clothing and put a large, loose robe on top.

If someone were to misjudge him at first glance, they might think that this person is a chubby little brown bear.

The weapon maker was cautious enough to keep his word, but this strange visitor went one step further.

Not to mention exposing his skin to the air, he even covered his eyes with a translucent white gauze and tightly covered himself from head to toe in the old awning.

This new nameless person circled the side of the formation several times like an ant on a flower pot.

There was no trace of flaws or loopholes, and even the previous breath between the two people was gradually fading away. The nameless man paused and jumped to the center of the formation.

The wetland mud began to surge again, and soon returned to its previous calm.

The scattered rocks, the weeds, the wild reeds, and the breeze blowing... everything looks the same as before.

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The ground formed a semicircular depression, and Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan were dragged into it.

During this time, Yan Luoyue felt the hot wind blowing across her cheeks, forcing her to close her eyes. When she opened her eyes again, the two had arrived in another space.

“How strange.”

“This place is so weird.”

Shen Jingxuan and Yan Luoyue spoke at the same time.

Weird, strange, and unusual. This was the impression this space gave her.

According to memory, the two of them sank to this point on the edge of a muddy shallow beach. Logically, this should be a soft, damp, and difficult to escape shallow water hole.

But in reality, this strange space has flickering light, intermittent strong winds, and a slightly dry air texture.

The sky was a very dirty purple, with swirling clouds.

The color of the sky blended with the purple-red color of the earth, making it almost impossible to tell at first glance whether one was standing on the ground or hanging upside down in the sky.

The feeling of this land is so magical that Yan Luoyue almost feels like she has traveled through time to a Van Gogh painting.

After looking around for a few times, Yan Luoyue felt slightly dizzy.

She looked away, pinched the bridge of her nose, and groaned in pain: "No, I can't tell the difference between north and south."

The little nun calmly added, "Yes, it can't tell the difference."

On Shen Jingxuan's body, there was a round dial that looked like a pocket watch.

Originally, no matter where Shen Jingxuan was, the emerald green pointer would firmly point to her bedroom in the turtle clan.

But this time, the pointer swung back and forth like a headless fly, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.

At its craziest, the pointer literally swung like a spinning fan, and one almost worried that the thin long needle would suddenly break.

"It turns out that you can't tell the difference between the east, south and north." Yan Luoyue whispered, "This has always been the case, Jingxuan, is this the world you see?"

Shen Jingxuan:?

Why does she feel something is wrong?

"It's OK. I'm very touched. Except for those vortices that look a bit dizzy, everything else is the same as usual."

Shen Jing pointed to one of the vortices confidently: "I'll go, that's the north."

Yan Luoyue suddenly realized: "Oh, I see, it turns out that's not the north."

Shen Jingxuan:? ?

Huh? She clearly said that's the north.

Yan Luoyue's eyes lit up, and the little nun gave her a new idea. She smiled and pulled Shen Jingxuan:

"Come on, Jingxuan, where else do you think it could be? We just need to eliminate two more wrong options."

Shen Jingxuan: ???

Big Confusion, are you polite?

It has to be said that setting up a formation in the wilderness is like stealing a manhole cover in a busy city or dumping garbage in a residential area without warning. It is an act with no awareness of public safety.

Shen Jingxuan recalled for a long time and finally remembered where this immoral law came from.

"This formation should not be set up randomly, but a trap left by the demons in the human world during the battle against the demons."

She had read relevant records in the nunnery. Thousands of years ago, many monks were captured by the same magic.

"…Not a trap." A muffled voice suddenly sounded behind the two of them, "This is his home."

Before this voice was uttered, no one, whether Yan Luoyue or Shen Jingxuan, noticed that there were three people behind them.

In an instant, Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan shuddered violently.

She turned left and right at the same time, letting go of her defensive posture and taking in the other person's appearance.

This one... is a little weirdo who wraps himself up very tightly.

When Yan Luoyue saw this person, a line of big words popped up in his mind: "Reject excessive packaging, oppose over-expansion and waste."

The man threatened Luoyue to open his empty arms - his arms were also wrapped in layers of cloth - to indicate his intention to attack.

The place where the little monster landed was five steps away from the two of them.

It's a distance that doesn't cause excessive alarm, but also doesn't seem too unfamiliar.

Yan Luoyue blinked and asked tentatively: "What did you just say?"

This person's eyes were covered with a gauze, and the lower half of his face was wrapped with many bandage-like strips of cloth, hiding his features.

When Yan Luoyue opened her mouth, the little monster kept heading towards her direction.

Hearing Yan Luoyue's question, he patiently repeated: "I said, this is not a trap set by the demons, this is his home."

The little weirdo speaks in a bit of an awkward way.

His pronunciation was standard, but his manner when speaking was too solemn and rigid. He pronounced each word fully, as if he did not communicate with people much.

Hearing his answer, it was like a flash of enlightenment rushing straight to the mind, and Yan Luoyue understood instantly.

"Wait, this demon world?"

The little weirdo nodded.

The strip of cloth wrapped around the lower half of his face also fluttered with this movement: "Part of the demon world."

Combining the answers from Shen Jingxuan and the little weirdo, Yan Luoyue pieced together the final truth.

"This was a demon stronghold during the Demon-Subduing War. The demon used a special method to move a part of the demon world to the human world, right?"

To use an analogy from modern computer software, the demon world was originally a complete picture.

During the Demon War, a demon used screenshot software to cut off a corner of it, copied it to the human world, and compressed the small screenshot.

As for Yan Luoyue and Shen Jingxuan... they were both extremely unlucky and accidentally stepped on the unzip button of the zipped package.

Seeing that she understood what he meant, the little weirdo nodded again, and the bandage on his chin fluttered.

The question, "Where am I?", has been answered.

The two problems he faced were...

"Who are you?"

Judging from the voice and height, this mysterious visitor looks like a child.

But most children don't dress up like him, with strips of cloth wrapped all over his body, wrapping himself up so tightly that even his eyes are not exposed.

If there were no pyramids in this world, Yan Luoyue would have suspected that he had run into the wrong mummy on the set.

Come to think of it, she had made so many monster cards herself and had actually recorded this type of monster.

However, if some monsters have suspicious features, they might cover themselves up to dispel others' suspicions.

"I……"

The little weirdo opened his mouth, but seemed to not know how to answer this question, and his voice unconsciously lowered.

Maybe it was Yan Luoyue's illusion, but at one moment, she actually felt that the other person was a little confused and aggrieved.

Pursing his lips, the little weirdo said, "My last name is Wu."

Yan Luoyue: "The wu in crow?"

What kind of monster could be related to this word?

——A crow-eyed demon? A crow with a closed throat? A walking spraying crow head?

“No.” The little weirdo shook his head, raised his eyes covered by white veil, and rushed towards Yan Luoyue, “The witch with two branches.”

It took Yan Luoyue a full half minute to react before she realized that the "two forks" the other party mentioned were the two "people" in the word "wu".

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Ah, this...

Such a unique way of describing it makes the possibility of the other party's monster increase again!

Don't say Luo Yue is too sensitive or judge people through prejudice.

But when the child heard this, he completely missed the nine years of compulsory education!

Yan Luoyue exchanged a look with Shen Jingxuan without saying a word.

The next moment, Shen Jingxuan said, "I don't know how to get out."

When Shen Jingxuan was speaking, the little weirdo would not look particularly focused towards her.

He replied calmly: "In the demon world, this kind of 'nest' is as common as caves in the human world. Usually, there are two holes formed naturally. Since this is the entrance, I just need to find the exit."

Shen Jingxuan asked: "Then may I ask, benefactor, how can we find the exit?"

The little weirdo tilted his head, as if he was a little confused by the question.

"Just... look for it."

Shen Jingxuan: “…”

The little nun dropped her hands to her sides and clasped them together in front of her chest without saying a word.

She deliberately exchanged a few words with the boy-like weirdo.

Answer each question you ask, without uttering even a single punctuation mark.

If Yan Luoyue were to evaluate him, he was like a triggered artificial intelligence, and the kind that had been inspected since the day the program was run.

But she clearly remembered that this man was not like this when he was talking to her just now!

After listening for a long time, Yan Luoyue finally couldn't help but speak up: "Daoyou, you seem to know a lot about this 'Nest'."

The little weirdo was stunned for a moment, and his body suddenly changed into the same posture as at the beginning, standing seriously towards Yan Luoyue.

Yan Luoyue: That’s what I said, he has been like this all along!

The mysterious visitor paused for a moment, as if he understood the meaning of Yan Luoyue's question.

He said slowly: "Because I have been to the demon world before."

Perhaps he knew that what he said sounded suspicious, so the little weirdo added another sentence.

"real."

He was serious, that was a long time ago.

He was born in the demon world and broke through the egg shell in the demon world.

When he still had a lot of wisdom, he had already fully understood the customs and habits of the demon world and memorized them.

And all this happened before he met her for the first time.

Besides this, in his inherited memory, apart from the surname "Wu", there is no other information about his origins.

Even how to speak was something he learned stumblingly and had to start from scratch.

The contents of the huge inherited memory bank are almost all about various data about the demons.

Local conditions, human nature, monsters, magical plants... thousands of things filled his mind clearly.

Yan Luoyue touched his chin and did not comment.

This statement is not flawless, but if the other party can really take him out, there is no need to dwell on it and dig into the matter.

She only had two concerns.

One was worried that this mysterious guest was a monster that suddenly appeared, and the other was worried that the other party was not a monster, but the initiator of the formation.

If he is really a monster, or is related to the demon world, then he must have a purpose in capturing her.

You might as well go with the flow, lure the snake out of its hole, and counter it accordingly.

But if he was really just a kind person passing by...

Then let's find this exit together.

Yan Luoyue: "I understand. Since you have been to the demon world and have seen this thing called 'nest', I will have to ask you for help on the way forward."

"Yeah. I'll take you... take you out."

Yan Luoyue smiled and nodded at the other party.

"By the way, you just said your last name is Wu, so can I call you Xiao Wu?"

Somehow, the little weirdo's posture changed slightly, but she felt that the mental state of the person opposite her suddenly rose a level.

"Sure."

"Okay, Xiao Wu. You can also call me Luo Yue."

Yan Luoyue challenged the two of them and said, "In your opinion, which direction should we go next?"

This time, Xiao Wu gave an answer immediately.

Under the layers of bandages, his lips seemed to open and close, and he lip-synced two words.

But if Luoyue observed carefully, the shape was clearly not referring to the direction.

"What?" She moved closer subconsciously, "Which side?"

The eyes of the Turtle Tribe are usually rounder and they wear eyeliner.

When these big eyes focused their attention on me, they looked like two pools of clear and innocent spring water, and my own figure was reflected at the bottom of the spring, among the large pebbles.

The girl's eyes reflected her own ugly shadow, tightly wrapped in rags. The little witch took a step back hastily.

He was in a miserable state.

Shen Jingxuan noticed this episode, and she decisively pointed in the direction she liked: "I'm heading north!"

Yan Luoyue: “…”

She confirmed that this direction was at least 180 degrees different from the "north" that Jingxuan had pointed out before.

good.

Now, he can eliminate two incorrect answers.

Even Xiao Wu doesn't know what to say about Shen Jingxuan's behavior of pointing fingers everywhere.

He hesitated for a moment before correcting himself: "That direction, maybe."

Yan Luoyue was interested: "Really? How did you judge that?"

There seemed to be a spring-like switch on Xiao Wu's body.

Whenever Shen Jingxuan spoke, he became more casual, but whenever Yan Luoyue spoke, he unconsciously became more tense.

"It depends on the vortex." Xiao Wu taught Yan Luoyue the technique in full. "When there are two or more vortices in the sky, draw a line along the tails of the vortex. Generally speaking, the intersection of the two tails is in the direction of the edge."

"I got it. Thank you." Yan Luoyue nodded in inspiration and suddenly asked, "So you can see it."

"Yeah." Xiao Wu pressed the white gauze covering his eyes.

"My eyes...are ugly and cannot stand the light, so I cover them up."

Not knowing what he was thinking of, he quickly added, "I can see and explore the way, so I won't hold you back."

Following Xiao Wu's method of identifying directions, the three of them walked to the side for a while.

During this period, Yan Luoyue mentioned the food problem of the three people.

The little witch tilted his ear and listened silently.

After a while, he suddenly bent down.

“This is edible.”

The little witch followed a strand of leaf tendril that looked like a hair and pulled out a potato-like head from the ground... bah, a head-like root.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Shen Jingxuan: “…”

Yan Luoyue cautiously took a step back and tried to use neutral and objective language to evaluate this plant:

"I feel like it's staring at me?"

In fact, to say that it is "staring" is already the result of turning on a beauty filter.

The main thing is that the rhizome of this plant has a bloody color, and its outline is very similar to a screaming head.

The eyes of the "head" were bulging, as if Kayako, an unwilling girl, had finally seen the light of day after being suppressed for five hundred years and was able to let out a miserable scream to the world.

Although Luoyue was prejudiced, the performance of this plant was far beyond human endurance.

Also, she finally understood what "Travels" was about, and Tang Seng insisted on not eating the ginseng fruit.

With such a human-like shape, it's hard to even think about taking a bite of it.

Even if I just think about it in my head, I will feel that I have suffered from spiritual pollution.

Yan Luoyue once again cast a suspicious look at Xiao Wu:

"Um...are you sure this is a real plant and not the remains of something that a monster buried here after eating it?"

It is said that beating is the best proof.

Xiao Wu may not know this sentence, but he explained it on the spot.

Snap, the unique crisp sound when vegetables such as cucumbers and potatoes are broken open.

Xiao Wu showed the broken part to Yan Luoyue.

Fortunately, the rhizome of this plant has only blood red skin, while the flesh is white and juicy.

"What is this plant called?" Yan Luoyue asked curiously, "'Unbreakable Eyes Fruit' or 'Leftover Regret Melon'?"

Xiao Wu recalled attentively: "It's called Lover's Fruit."

"...What?" Yan Luoyue asked in shock.

Xiao Wu nodded affirmatively: "Yes, love fruit."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Is it that you in the demon world have such an abnormal vision in choosing a mate, or that all the lovers in the noble world are superficially called "lovers" but actually "enemies"?

If this head is used to make a domestic movie, even the State Administration of Press, Publication, Radio, Film and Television will not allow it to pass the review!

"According to the marriage customs of the brave demons, an adult male brave demon should dig up two hundred love fruits and use them to build a nest, where he will spend the night."

Yan Luoyue weakly raised one and said, "Wait a minute, let me ask you, what if we can't dig up 200?"

Xiao Wu lowered his head and thought seriously for a while before answering:

"In the demon world, lover fruits are common, and it is not unusual to dig up less than 200. If you can't dig up any, it is probably because you got scared during the digging process, which is also common."

Yan Luoyue: "...What if we dig it up?"

Little Witch: "After digging and staying overnight, push the nest to the doorstep of the female you like. When the female wakes up the next day, if she is scared by the nest - oh, it is common for females to be scared by nests - then this pair of cowardly little demons can become a couple."

"This will help him give birth to braver next generations."

After all, it is easy to be timid. Thunder can scare a few people, strong winds can scare a few people, and flash floods can scare a few people.

In short, as long as this population can continue to exist, there must be more people alive than those who have passed away.

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue fell into a long, long silence.

She really wanted to ask, what kind of underworld wedding custom is this?

Also, this cowardly little demon you mentioned, why does it sound so much like the demonic version of a sunfish?

After telling the story of the cowardly little demon, Xiao Wuran broke the love fruit in half, so that the love fruit was divided into three parts.

He handed the largest portion to Yan Luoyue one by one.

"Let's eat something first."

Yan Luoyue: “…”

Yan Luoyue is not grateful for this.

Even though it’s called “love fruit,” even though it looks like a real plant, even though it might be edible…

But Yan Luoyue also felt that once a person ate this Angry Nine Springs Fruit, there would be no chance of recovery!

She smiled politely, reached for the storage bag at her waist with a sincere hand, took out a bag of cakes, and shared it equally with Shen Jingxuan and Xiao Wu.

She had originally bought this vegetarian cake at Yueming Market, intending to eat it as a snack on her way to school, but she expected it to come in handy at this moment.

Shen Jingxuan took the vegetarian cake and ate it immediately.

Yan Luoyue had been struggling for quite some time and was already feeling a little hungry, so he quickly ate two snacks.

While eating, she observed Xiao Wu's silence out of the corner of her eye.

He was holding the vegetarian cake, stunned for a while, and was in a hurry to eat it. Instead, he put the cake aside, picked up the broken love fruit and took a bite.

Huh? Why doesn't he want to eat?

He doesn’t want to eat, so he can’t eat?

Thinking of a possibility, Yan Luoyue narrowed his eyes silently.

According to many folk stories, living people cannot eat food from the underworld. Once they eat it, they will be trapped in the underworld forever. Similarly, ghosts cannot enjoy food from the human world except for incense and offerings.

I wonder if the same principle would have the same interpretation when applied to the demons.

Before Yan Luoyue could fully unleash his imagination, Xiao Wu had already eaten a large piece of Lover's Fruit. He ate quickly, almost swallowing it the whole time.

After eating, Xiao Wu didn't know what he was thinking about, he even secretly looked back.

Yan Luoyue quickly lowered her head and concentrated on eating her snacks, pretending that she saw nothing.

When she glanced away again...

Um?

I saw Xiao Wu took out a handkerchief from somewhere, wrapped the vegetarian cakes very carefully, and finally put them carefully in his pocket.

Seeing this scene, Yan Luoyue was stunned.

Could it be...

He's not unwilling to eat, he just wants to stay as long as possible?