Chapter 119: The Senior Sister Kidnapped the Demon Lord 8
Wei Zhuyun frowned but said nothing.
"Hey, what do you two want to buy? The masks and jewelry here are all spiritual. Look, they are glowing. Wearing them will definitely make you two stand out from the crowd!"
The stall owner was trying hard to sell his products. Seeing that Mingnan and Wei Zhuyun looked very impressive, he realized that they must be wealthy people, and his eyes lit up.
Mingnan said nothing. His eyes swept across the stalls and finally landed on a half fox mask with a white background and red patterns.
She picked it up and held it against Wei Zhuyun's face. The mask just covered the upper half of his face, leaving his lips and chin exposed.
Especially those beautifully shaped and rosy lips, which look particularly alluring and make people want to peek into her true appearance.
But the upper half of his face was covered and could not be seen, which made people imagine endlessly.
Wei Zhuyun smiled from behind his mask and asked with a hint of joking, "Does it look good?"
Mingnan nodded, turned to the stall owner and said, "I want this mask."
Her eyes moved slightly, and she picked up a peach-colored jade hairpin. The stall owner immediately said, "Fairy, you have good eyesight. These hairpins are a pair. The one in your hand is for men. I have another one for girls."
As he spoke, he took out a black box from a pile of boxes. After opening it, there was indeed another hairpin carved with peach blossoms. The hairpin itself was worthless, but the beauty of it was that the peach blossoms were pink with a hint of red, and were carved so vividly that they looked lifelike.
When Wei Zhuyun took a look, it was as if he could smell the faint fragrance of peach blossoms.
She recalled the confrontation between the two of them by the Lingtan Pond that day and the blood-red peach blossom that fell on her neck.
The more Mingnan looked at them, the better they looked. He nodded and said, "I'll take both."
As he was about to take the money, a large hand with distinct joints and protruding blue veins suddenly stretched out from the side.
Mingnan paused, followed the hand upwards, and met Wei Zhuyun's gaze.
He spread out his hands, and in his palms lay two medium-sized spirit stones.
He handed them to the stall owner and said, "I want these and this mask."
As he spoke, he picked up another mask with a picture of a seductive peach blossom.
The stall owner was delighted and asked hurriedly, "Is there anything else this immortal wants? I have a lot of good stuff here!"
"No, that's all."
The stall owner hesitated: "But these are not worth two spirit stones."
"I think it's worth it. No need to look for it."
Wei Zhuyun put the spirit stone on the stall, turned around and put the mask on Mingnan's face, "Turn around."
Mingnan was puzzled, "Why should I wear a mask?" But she turned away anyway.
Wei Zhuyun raised his hand, pulled the straps of the mask, and deftly tied a knot behind her head.
"It would be weird for me to wear it alone. Please wear it with me." He whispered in her ear.
Mingnan laughed, turned around and looked at him, hooking his finger.
Wei Zhuyun turned his back, Mingnan put the mask on him, took the peach blossom hairpin and said, "I'll help you tie up your hair."
During this period of time, Wei Zhuyun either let his hair down or tied it behind his head with a random ribbon.
There is also a hair crown and a hairpin in Mingnan's ring, but Wei Zhuyun doesn't like them and says they are ugly.
It's rare that Wei Zhuyun doesn't mind throwing this away.
Mingnan gathered his long hair and combed it gently with his fingers, leaving half of it draped behind him and fixing the other half with a hairpin.
After combing his hair, Mingnan looked around and praised, "It looks good."
“Can you look good even with a mask on?” Wei Zhuyun sneered.
Mingnan nodded calmly, "Well, because of your appearance here——"
She pointed to her head, then to her eyes, "Not here."
Wei Zhuyun looked at her deeply, and after a while he raised his hands to cover her eyes.
Mingnan: "Huh? Why are you covering my eyes?"
"Fairy Ming is so powerful, I guess she doesn't need to watch the road." Wei Zhuyun pulled her and left quickly.
"Then whose fault is it if I fall?"
"It's mine."
The two of them were bickering with each other, but after they had only taken a few steps, Wei Zhuyun's sleeve was suddenly pulled.
He turned around and saw a dark little kid who was not even as tall as his legs.
"Brother, I'm hungry."
Wei Zhuyun frowned, "I have nothing to eat."
The little kid stared at him with his big eyes for a while, then decisively left him and ran towards Mingnan.
His dark little hands hugged Mingnan's legs, and several small handprints were immediately left on Mingnan's blue gauze.
"Sister, I'm hungry."
Wei Zhuyun's face darkened. Before he could say anything, Mingnan squatted down, touched the little boy's head, and asked gently, "Why are you alone?"
The little boy shook his head, his clear eyes showing a kind of indifference that shows he is ignorant of worldly affairs. "They are all dead."
Mingnan was startled and asked, "Have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future? If you have the chance, would you like to practice cultivation?"
The little boy was silent for a while, shook his head, and repeated: "Sister, I'm hungry."
Mingnan sighed, took out the last few meat cakes and a few inferior spirit stones from his storage ring and gave them to him, whispering, "Keep the money safe and don't let anyone find out. Eat the cakes quickly and don't let them go bad."
A happy smile appeared on the boy's dark face. He held the meat pie and said to Mingnan, "Thank you, sister."
After saying that, he turned around and ran, disappearing at the alley in the blink of an eye.
Wei Zhuyun glanced at the handprints on Mingnan's clothes and said with a smile, "How can a child who can survive in a place like this be an ordinary person?"
"Your kindness is excessive."
Mingnan looked at his hand that had touched the little boy's hair, and sure enough, it was covered in black ash.
She had evil thoughts in mind, and as she listened to Wei Zhuyun's mumbling, she quietly grasped his sleeve.
Sure enough, his voice stopped abruptly.
Mingnan smiled secretly and blinked innocently.
Wei Zhuyun looked at her slender white fingers, his Adam's apple moving up and down, and asked in a deep voice, "What?"
Mingnan imitated the little boy's tone and said softly, "Brother, I'm hungry."
Wei Zhuyun: “???”
He was surprised and asked, "What did you call me?"
Mingnan pursed his lips, clenched his fingers a little, and then rubbed them hard.
After she finished rubbing, she let go as if nothing had happened, "It's nothing, let's go, let's find a place to sell the things."
She walked forward leisurely, leaving Wei Zhuyun with a confused look on his face.
205: [Host, you are so bad~ Hehe~]
Mingnan pursed his lips to hold back his laughter, and walked very quickly, with his sleeves slightly fluttering.
Soon, Wei Zhuyun shouted angrily from behind: "Mingnan——"
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"I can only help as much as I can. Meeting each other is destiny. Since he has asked me for help, I will give him a chance. Isn't the purpose of a cultivator to be self-sufficient when poor and to help the world when rich (1)?"
Mingnan counted the money as he walked and said, "I also tried that boy and found out that he has good talent, so I asked him if he wanted to cultivate. Since he doesn't want to, forget it."
Wei Zhuyun sneered, "You immortal cultivators have no other abilities except your eloquence."
Mingnan glanced at him and said, "My fists are powerful too. I advise you not to try it lightly."
Wei Zhuyun’s eyes narrowed suddenly.
Mingnan stopped after realizing something, put the one thousand medium-sized spirit stones he earned from selling demon pills and furs into his storage ring, then turned around and looked at him leisurely.
No one said anything. After an unknown amount of time, Wei Zhuyun used his fingers as a knife and slashed at Ming Nan's neck without warning.
——Digression——
(1) Quoted from Mencius, Chapter 1 of the Book of Changes