"Yeah." Fang Zhiyi nodded. Yue Anyao hugged Zhong Ling'er tighter and looked at her warily.
"You! You just huh?" Zhong Ling'er was a little angry and stomped her feet.
Fang Zhiyi felt a little distressed. The bricks paved at the door were made of Han Dynasty jade. He was planning to dig them out and sell them for money someday. Please don’t stomp them to pieces!
Zhong Ling'er saw Fang Zhiyi's expression and felt secretly proud. He really did love her. "I came back today to ask you for one thing. As long as you promise me, I will never see anyone else and will stick to you every day."
Fang Zhiyi's eyes were fixed on the pieces of Han Dynasty jade on the ground. He wondered what the current market price was. Should he hire someone to carve some shapes on them? Then he could trick the dignitaries into believing that these pieces were blessed.
"I understand~!" Zhong Ling'er said coquettishly and stomped her feet.
"Stop!" Fang Zhiyi shouted, and everyone was shocked, including the disciples guarding the mountain gate and those who were hiding behind the tree and eating melons.
"You, you yelled at me?" Zhong Ling'er looked at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief and took two steps back.
Seeing her step back and the Han Dynasty jade floor tile returned intact, Fang Zhiyi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"What did you just say? Never mind, you can say whatever you want, I won't agree."
Zhong Ling'er almost gasped for breath: "You!" She took a deep breath, "Aotian was seriously injured for me, his bones and muscles were broken. You are the only one I can think of who can save him, so I came to you!"
Before Fang Zhiyi could say anything, Yue Anyao spoke up beside him: "Reshape bones? Do you know how much cultivation that would consume? You're asking Zhiyi to reshape the bones of a demon cultivator just for you? Isn't his father the Demon Lord? Don't tell me you don't know."
Zhong Linger glared at her angrily: "If Aotian can't recover, his father will give up on him! He did this for me! Zhiyi, please help me, otherwise, I will..."
Fang Zhiyi caught a glimpse of information, which meant that Chu Aotian later became the Demon Lord because of the original owner's rescue? That was absolutely impossible, absolutely impossible.
"Go ahead and do whatever you want. I'm busy." Fang Zhiyi turned around and, at the same time, reached out and pulled out a disciple who was eating melons from the bushes nearby. "Go dig out those Han Dynasty jade tiles at the door and replace them with some random stones. I'll be sure to prevent anyone from stepping on them and breaking them next time they come looking for trouble."
The disciple looked bewildered, but he nodded and replied, "Your Palace Master!"
Looking at Fang Zhiyi leaving and Yue Anyao who looked so happy, Zhong Linger's face darkened: "If you don't agree, I will destroy my own cultivation!"
Fang Zhiyi stopped and turned around slowly: "What are you all standing there for? Bring someone over to see this quickly. It's not easy to see someone destroying their own cultivation!" The disciples reacted for a moment and turned around and ran away, probably to call for help. Some couples found a good place to sit down.
"You will regret this!" Fang Zhiyi said. Zhong Ling'er was furious and left after throwing the bag. There was a burst of booing behind her, as if the audience who bought tickets did not see the performance they should have.
After calculating the time, it was still early for the next plot point, so Fang Zhiyi continued to concentrate on his business.
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