He couldn't eat his favorite breakfast today.
The vendor quickly made a serving of jianbing guozi, packed it in a bag, handed it to Fengling, and instinctively reminded her:
"Be careful, it's hot."
Without saying a word, he made another one, finished it, and handed it to Ye Lindong.
Ye Lindong quickly shook his head:
"I don't want to..."
"Take it."
The boss said:
"Thank you..."
Ye Lindong looked puzzled again. Why are you thanking me? Oh, I just made the wind chimes stop.
Did I give him a chance...?
"Yes, not bad, really not bad."
After taking a bite, Fengling nodded approvingly.
The shopkeeper looked at him fearfully:
"Can you let me go now?"
"No, you'll have to make do today."
After saying that, Fengling shouted:
"Butler! Take him away."
As soon as he finished speaking, the demon disappeared, naturally heading to the Feng family's otherworld.
Ye Lindong, holding a jianbing guozi (Chinese crepe), looked at him with a puzzled expression:
What will happen to him?
The wind chimes chuckled:
"Whatever he does, it's up to you. Whatever you say, that's what we'll do."
"Is he really... just selling breakfast? Like he said, just trying to make a living..."
Ye Donglin asked, his resolve beginning to waver.
Although they are young and independent cultivators, these young independent cultivators are not so stubborn. They have not been brainwashed by the spiritual master world, and they have their own standards for judging right and wrong.
In this world, people are divided into good and bad, demons are divided into good and bad, and even spirit masters are divided into good and bad!
That's what the wind chime wanted to tell him.
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