"Are you fucking sick? Why do you have to come and disgust me every time you show up?"
Ye Sisi was speechless. This was the first time she had ever met someone like this in her life, and they weren't even acquainted.
The beauty in the painting didn't seem to care at all. Her fiery red lips curved slightly, and her beautiful eyes blinked: "I didn't expect my fellow villager to be in such a hurry. We agreed to meet at midnight, but I didn't expect my fellow villager to be so eager to see me."
Ye Sisi's lips twitched, her fists clenched and unclenched repeatedly, she really wanted to hit someone, what should she do?
"I was originally planning to have a chat with you, but there's no need now. We're on different paths and can't work together."
Seeing Ye Sisi's serious expression, the beauty also dropped her languid demeanor and raised an eyebrow, asking, "Why?"
Ye Sisi curled her lips into a disdainful smile and said sarcastically, "You do such shady things and you still have the nerve to ask me why?"
The beautiful woman chuckled and said, "Fellow villager, I don't like hearing that. I have never harmed anyone."
Ye Sisi pouted: "I'm too lazy to argue with you. It's not easy for any of us to get to the cultivation world. You should behave yourself and stop your little tricks. Otherwise, I don't mind killing another chosen one."
The beauty's expression was no longer languid; a glint of cunning flashed in her fox-like eyes, which seemed to hold infinite allure. She parted her red lips slightly and said, "What if I told you that only one of us can live?"
Ye Sisi raised the corner of her mouth: "Then naturally I'll be the one who survives."
"What arrogance! In the cultivation world, strength is paramount. Don't think you can defeat me just because you arrived before me."
Ye Sisi smiled, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "You can give it a try."
The woman in red simply snorted and said, "Those stories will disappear from this world starting today. I have no interest in the souls and fortunes of those people. Remember my name is Zhao Anran."
After saying that, the book "The Iceberg Master and His Beloved Disciple" suddenly ignited and instantly turned into dust.
At the same time, the book "The President's Wife Runs Away with the Baby" in Ye Sisi's spatial ring also started to burn silently.
Ye Sisi was a little confused, then looked at Lin Shuangluo, who was equally confused, with her big eyes, "Third Senior Brother, is that guy sick?"
They weren't the only ones bewildered; almost simultaneously, everyone's bizarre storybooks spontaneously combusted without warning. In a mere instant, the storybooks that had filled the Cangyuan Continent with chaos vanished.
Of course, counterfeit works will not disappear completely in a short time, but even a novel of a certain genre will no longer have the power to captivate people.
Ye Sisi felt that Zhao Anran had some serious illness, and she couldn't figure out why she had done this.
She pondered her words before leaving again. She had no interest in the souls and fortunes of those people, but damn it, if she had no interest, why did she create so many stories to disturb other people's minds and absorb their fortunes? Was this a prank or just too much free time?
When Ye Sisi saw the painting of the beautiful woman, she knew it could absorb other people's luck. Although she didn't know how it did it, at that moment she felt a mysterious power stirring restlessly within her.
To be honest, she had never felt this power before in all the time she had been in the book, but she felt it today, and subconsciously she knew that it was destiny. So she told Zhao Anran that she was also the chosen one of destiny in this world.
The situation is getting more and more complicated. Ye Sisi has no choice but to use her brain. She always feels that Zhao Anran wants to tell her something. She doesn't seem to want to be her enemy, but she also says between the lines that only one of them can live. What is going on every day?
Lin Shuanglu patted Ye Sisi on the shoulder: "Junior Sister, don't worry about it. I've already told Senior Brother and the others about what happened here."
Ye Sisi smiled, her eyes crinkling: "Third Senior Brother, you shouldn't have this habit of always asking the Eldest Senior Brother for help when you're in trouble."
Lin Shuanglu coughed lightly: "Senior Brother is quite sharp."
“My brain works just fine,” Ye Sisi muttered.
Lin Shuanglu ignored her and changed the subject, asking, "Are you still going to Zuixianju later?"
"Go, of course I'll go. Even if I don't see Zhao Anran, I can still go out for a good meal."
The two were talking when the hidden head floated in, yelling.
"Dad, Dad, something terrible has happened! All the storybooks you asked me to collect have suddenly been burned, and all the people who sold them have disappeared, leaving only some fox fur behind."
Ye Sisi raised her hand to stop the shouting and yelling from the hiding place, and rubbed her temples, saying, "Did you bring the fox fur back?"
"It's been retrieved."
As he spoke, Zang Tou tossed a storage bag to Ye Sisi, while Lin Shuang landed to the side, filled with curiosity.
He had heard of Ye Sisi, the spirit pet, who was said to have come from a higher plane. It was just so amazing that even as a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could only vaguely sense its existence.
But now is not the time to hide your curiosity. "Junior Sister, what do you need all this fox fur for?"
"Take it back and see if Brother Nalan can figure anything out."
"Didn't he say that your and that Zhao Anran's destiny stars are shrouded in mystery and nothing can be calculated?"
Ye Sisi knew this, of course, but what if one day things could be settled? Having these mediums would make things easier, wouldn't it? Besides, she didn't think all the fox fur belonged to Zhao Anran; what if she could follow the trail to find out who it was?
"Let's go, Third Senior Brother, I'll treat you to a big meal."
The child, feeling extremely aggrieved, said, "Dad, why do you always make me go find food myself? I also want to eat the food from Zuixianju."
Ye Sisi's lips twitched, thinking to herself, "With your terrifying appetite, she can't afford to feed you."
But at least she keeps calling me "Dad," so I'll treat her to something nice today. Besides, we've already eaten out for a while, so hopefully it won't bankrupt her.
"Okay, Dad will take you out to eat today."
With a cheer from the hidden head, Lin Shuangluo's lips twitched as she listened to the conversation between the human and the beast.
He didn't know what "dad" meant before, but after reading the book "The President's Wife Runs Away with the Baby," he knew that "dad" meant father.
So how did my junior sister manage to remain so composed? Didn't she feel any psychological burden at all?
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