The two slaves reached a consensus.
Lu Hen Ge was very satisfied: "That's right."
With Song Ke's promise, Lu Hen Ge became even more unscrupulous, but the two servants behind him were sweating profusely and could hardly bear it.
After searching for a while, Lu Hen Ge finally remembered the important thing, which was to go to the auction house.
A moment.
The two servants were worried.
The auction house is the real gold-spending den. I wonder if the immortal stones they carry are enough...
The other side.
A tall building.
Song Ke sat together with a few people of his age, talking and laughing.
Song Kuang doesn't have many friends, but Song Ke has quite a few. As for how many of them are true friends, it's hard to say, but at least he has a lot of friends on the surface.
"You're just going to let him go like that?"
A young man spoke.
This person looked at Song Ke with eyes full of admiration.
Song Ke has long been accustomed to it.
There are too many men who like her, and she has enjoyed too many such gazes.
Song Ke's eyes flickered slightly, but the smile on his lips remained unchanged. "It's normal for a casual cultivator without any background to like to show off his presence. If you suppress such a person, it will only arouse his rebellious psychology."
As soon as this was said, the others agreed.
They are all disciples of the immortal sect.
That's why.
They look down on independent cultivators from the bottom of their hearts. If one must categorize people in the fairy world into different levels, then independent cultivators and alchemists have similar statuses, the kind that even dogs would despise.
"Song Ke, you won't become a Taoist partner with a man like this, right?" asked the young man who spoke earlier.
Song Ke shook the fairy wine in his hand and did not answer.
No one could guess what Song Ke was thinking.
After a long time.
Song Ke drank the immortal wine in the cup and said, "Of course not."
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