Feng Langqing squeezed over with great interest and asked, "Little grass, can you turn back into your original form again?"
The little grass nodded proudly and transformed into a raven.
Nan Yuanman's eyes sparkled: "Wow! Change it again!"
The grass has changed again.
Feng Langqing: "One more time!"
The grass changes again...
Nanmanyuan: "Change back!"
The grass changes again and again...
Changes again and again...
After exhausting all its spiritual energy, the little grass lay limply in Nan Yuanman's palm, waving its claws in surrender.
It can't be transformed anymore; there's not a single drop of spiritual energy left in my body.
After the initial excitement wore off, Nan Yuanman eagerly rummaged through the small coffin again, only to find Zhuangzhuang and Baiyi curled up asleep in the corner.
Seeing that they were in good condition and their cultivation seemed to be improving, Nan Yuanman stopped paying attention to them.
Nan Yuanman let Xiaocao play by herself. She sat cross-legged on the sofa and looked at Xiaohong carefully. Oh no, she can't call her Xiaohong anymore; she should be called Xiaohei.
The red color on the small coffin had completely faded, turning into a square, black lump of iron, with some strange beast patterns drawn on it that she couldn't recognize.
The space inside the small coffin has also become much larger, and it can hold more things, but the environment inside is still pitch black and cannot hold living people.
The little dumpling looked at Little Red's coffin, its brows furrowing involuntarily: "Little Red, can you change back?"
"Red looks nice! Now it's all black..."
Xiao Hong: "..."
It shook the coffin up and down, regretfully telling Nan Yuanman that it could not turn back.
Nan Yuanman pursed his lips, about to say something, when he suddenly felt a large amount of merit surging into his spiritual platform.
The golden merit filled her entire spiritual realm, and the little golden dragon coiled on the crystal heart happily swayed its tail, opened its mouth, and swallowed most of it.
The merit it absorbed transformed into pure dragon vein power, flowing through the meridians of Nanmanyuan, making the little dumpling so comfortable that it couldn't help but lift its feet.
Nan Yuanman squinted, enjoying himself while also reserving some merit to transfer to Old Master Nan. Old Master Nan, who had already finished his meditation and was about to emerge from seclusion, was speechless.
He hurriedly emerged from seclusion, telling Nan Yuanman not to tell anyone else that she had absorbed the power of the dragon vein, before returning to the small coffin to continue his secluded cultivation.
The incident of the flying zombies in X province gave him a sense of urgency to become stronger.
He must become stronger as soon as possible; only by becoming stronger can he protect his extraordinary granddaughter.
Nan Yuanman had gotten used to his grandfather's occasional seclusion. After life returned to normal, with Feng Langqing's help, Nan Yuanman opened an online store that specialized in solving paranormal events.
In addition to solving paranormal events, she also started selling coffins and talismans.
Just as she was about to put the coffins online, Nan Yuanman suddenly remembered that her stock was exhausted! She needed to make new coffins!
So, when the weekend came, Nan Yuanman dragged Feng Langqing, who was lazing around at home playing video games, to the Shangjing Timber Market.
"You finally have some time to rest, why go to the timber market instead of staying home?" Feng Langqing, wearing a mask and sunglasses, yawned lazily with one hand in his pocket and followed behind Nan Yuanman.
"I'm out of coffins! I need to buy wood to make a new one!" As soon as Nan Yuanman entered the timber market, he was as excited as a mouse that had been put into a rice bin. He touched this and looked at that, his bright black and white eyes sparkling.
Seeing the little girl's enthusiastic expression, Feng Langqing didn't say anything more. He put his hands in his pockets and followed behind her. When she saw any wood that caught her eye, he would go up and help her pay the bill.
Shop owners and employees who can establish themselves in the capital are discerning, not to mention that Nan Yuanman and Feng Langqing have a different temperament from others, so there is no reason for them to look down on each other.
Nan Yuanman bought over ten tons of timber in one go. Just as she was about to tell the shop owner the delivery address, Feng Langqing's lips twitched slightly. Before she could speak, he handed the shop owner an address: "Deliver all the timber she's interested in to this address."
He didn't want to come home to find several large coffins in the manor. Although coffins symbolize promotion and wealth, they were still a little creepy to look at.
It's best to avoid living in a place that's too gloomy.
Nan Yuanman didn't care about this; she could just put her in a small coffin and take her away whenever she needed to.
After buying the timber, Nan Yuanman and Feng Langqing went to a shop run by an old man with a white beard to eat fried chicken and hamburgers.
The little dumpling ate without lifting its head, its little mouth moving in and out like a hamster, with a layer of salad dressing smeared around its mouth, making it look like it had an extra white mustache.
Feng Langqing, with a slight twitch of his cola straw, raised an eyebrow and secretly took a picture of her with his phone.
Nan Yuanman noticed this and looked up at him with a blank expression.
With a "click," a fresh photo of a white-bearded little brat holding a hamburger was taken.
Nan Yuanman realized what was happening and angrily waved her little paws to snatch the phone, mumbling incoherently, "Third Brother, you..."
Before she could finish speaking, a shy female voice suddenly came from the next table: "Feng Yuli, I... I've liked you for a long time, could you... could you give me a chance?"
Nanmanyuan: "!"
Feng Langqing: "!"
The brother and sister exchanged a glance, while the dog furtively pried open the partition, peeking out with its eyes towards the direction from which the sound came.
Upon closer inspection, they indeed spotted someone very familiar to Nanmanyuan behind the partition.
Her older brother, Feng Yuli.
Because of the nature of Feng Yuli's work, he doesn't spend much time at home. He only rushed back after learning from the group chat that Nan Yuanman had encountered danger in X province.
Passing by the old man with the white beard's shop, I thought I'd grab something to eat to fill my stomach, but I never expected to run into his former classmate there. I thought we'd just be eating buddies for now, but she suddenly confessed her feelings to me.
Feng Yuli paused slightly, apologetic smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Jiang Hua, I don't have any plans to get a girlfriend anytime soon."
"Thank you for your kind words. You will find someone better."
After saying this, he nodded slightly to the woman sitting opposite him, who had short, ear-length hair and a pretty face, and got up to leave.
Jiang Hua panicked and quickly reached out her hand to him: "Wait!"
Feng Yuli politely avoided her hand, stood still, and turned to look at her: "Is there anything else?"
Jiang Hua bit her lip. This was her last chance to escape this quagmire. If she could become Feng Yuli's girlfriend, they would stop forcing her to marry...
Suppressing her embarrassment, she closed her eyes and mustered her courage to speak: "Mr. Feng, you don't have a girlfriend right now, do you? Why don't you give it a try with me? Maybe we can develop feelings for each other over time?"
After Jiang Hua finished speaking, she cautiously opened her eyes a crack. When she saw Feng Yuli frowning in displeasure, she steeled herself, took two steps forward, grabbed his sleeve, and bent her knees as if to kneel down: "Mr. Feng, I..."
Before she could finish speaking, two heads, one large and one small, appeared in her line of sight, staring intently at her. She froze instantly.
Feng Yuli subtly pulled his sleeve out of her hand, and following her gaze, he saw an adorable little head.
When Nan Yuanman saw him looking over, she greeted him with a smile, "Big..."
Feng Yuli's heart stirred slightly. Before she could finish speaking, he covered her mouth and said to Jiang Hua, "Miss Jiang, I really can't agree to your request because I already have a child."
Nan Yuanman's eyes widened: "Huh?"
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