Chapter 181 Shopping
Feng Huaijin used telepathy to send only one message to the other side: "You found your sister, want her or not?"
The reply came quickly, with her usual fiery temper and nonsensical manner: "What the hell? I'm your brother! Second Senior Brother, have you learned to curse demons and are using me as a guinea pig?"
"Who should we choose next? I recommend Wan Qin!"
Bingdeng's expression went blank, probably because she hadn't expected her cousin to react this way.
It doesn't seem to match her expectations.
It doesn't seem very reliable.
Su Yu looked at Feng Huaijin's face, which had turned ashen after he said "your brother," and could only sigh.
"Give me the communication stone, I'll speak." He reached out, and the communication stone was placed in his hand.
“Zhushan, we found a demon child being hunted by Luoyinglou and the Fu family. Her name is Bingdeng. She has good talent. We originally planned to send her to Instructor Minfeng, but after asking around, we found out that she is related to you by blood. Would you like to meet her?”
The person on the other end first exclaimed with delight, "Senior Brother!" but then fell silent as they listened to his words. After a moment, they suddenly asked, "Not surnamed Fu?"
A smile flashed across Su Yu's eyes: "Yes, she said she doesn't want this surname anymore."
Zhu Shan said decisively, "Then let's send it to Instructor Min Feng first. My mercenary group has taken on a mission and I can't leave for the time being."
I'll go see her when I have time.
"The Fu family and Luoying Tower, I almost forgot, senior brothers, you didn't make a move, did you?"
Su Yu said, "No."
Zhu Shan chuckled, "That's good."
She'll arrange her own time to do it, and she'll bring her cousin along along.
"By the way, Senior Brother, when did you get back? Last time you came back, we didn't even have time to get there before you left. You shouldn't be leaving so quickly this time, right?"
She felt a little uncomfortable with her cousin's sudden appearance and changed the subject to Su Yu.
Su Yu replied gently, "I just got back recently and won't be leaving anytime soon. Let's get together again when you have time."
Feng Huaijin chuckled quietly beside him, earning a glare from Su Yu.
It's not like he's been back for a month and hasn't left the house because he's been locked up and hanging out with Feng Huaijin.
He should have only said one week in the first place.
“Alright, the others probably don’t know you’re back yet,” Zhushan said with a grin. “I won’t tell anyone; they’ll find out on their own.”
"I have to leave now, see you next time, senior brothers."
After finishing his concluding remarks, Zhushan ended the message without any hesitation.
She has her own things to do.
Su Yu shook the communication stone and returned it to Feng Huaijin, then said to Bingdeng, "Did you hear everything? We'll take you to Instructor Minfeng later, is that alright?"
Bingdeng pursed his lips, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes: "Mentor? Where is he a mentor?"
Su Yu stood up from her seat: "The tutor from Yuanfu taught Zhushan and he really enjoys taking on students."
In other words, they have a lot of experience raising demon cubs.
Bingdeng's eyes lit up. They were already bright when she heard the words "Yuanfu," but they became even brighter when she heard that her cousin had taught her. She couldn't control herself, and a single horn suddenly sprouted from her head—a characteristic of her demon race.
"Oh no, what's going on!" She frantically pressed her forehead, pushing the unicorn down.
"It's alright," Su Yu asked her, "Are you ready? If everything's alright, I'll take you there."
"Ready! No problem!"
Su Yu pulled out an array plate from the depths of his storage ring. This was a portable teleportation array plate exclusive to the core disciples of Yuanfu, which could only teleport people back to Yuanfu. He hadn't used it for a long time.
"Twelve, wait a moment, I'll be right back."
It's just sending a child; there's no need to go to both Shanghai and Beijing.
After handing the lamp over to Minfeng, Su Yu quickly returned to her original position.
Feng Huaijin had been waiting in the same spot. When Su Yu returned, he thoughtfully served her some cooled tea.
Su Yu took a few sips, put down her teacup, glanced at the sky, and said to Feng Huaijin, "It's still early, shall we go out for a stroll?"
“Okay.” Feng Huaijin agreed, extending his hand to Su Yu in a very natural manner.
Feng Huaijin patiently explained, "Holding hands or linking arms is fine; that's how couples do when they go out together."
Well then, he'll choose to hold hands.
Su Yu slowly raised her hand.
Feng Huaijin reacted quickly, grabbing the object and holding on tightly, then slowly rubbing his fingertips between his fingers.
Warm skin rubs gently against each other, palms pressed together, until the soles are completely covered.
Su Yu was a little distracted, wondering why Twelve's palms felt a little warm.
Is it because his hands are cold?
There's nothing we can do about it; he's an ice-type.
Su Yu tightened her grip on his hand and looked up to see Feng Huaijin earnestly reminding her, "Brother, you should interlock your fingers."
It turned out that he had been lost in thought, and his fingers were still hanging loosely.
However, Feng Huaijin was already holding his hand firmly.
Feng Huaijin is now not only much bigger than the demon, but his hands are also a bit bigger than his. At first glance, it looks like his hands are being completely encircled by Feng Huaijin.
“Okay,” Su Yu said, fastening her fingers as the demon wished. “Let’s go.”
As evening approached, the night market in this small town was being prepared, but not fully set up, with stalls scattered about.
Those who came out early saw an old woman selling sweet soup, already preparing the ingredients, using sweet and sour fruits common in the demon realm; there were also artisans selling handicrafts, arranging their works on their stalls, some of which were just unranked magical artifacts with little offensive or defensive capabilities, only minor functions like singing songs and scattering flowers.
Besides food and small toys, there are also shops selling clothes, paper umbrellas, and magical pets. In this place, there are still a few shops selling magical plants, pills, and secret cultivation techniques.
Although not many demons were out strolling around the night market yet, and most of the stalls were not set up, the sounds of vendors calling out their wares and the lively atmosphere of the market slowly began to rise.
This is an ordinary little town that doesn't particularly pursue powerful cultivation.
Those who settled here were mostly ordinary demons whose cultivation talents were not outstanding.
"Sugar painting, selling sugar painting, my ancestors stole the skill from humans, absolutely authentic!"
"Don't try to fool me, Huang the Cripple. Your ancestors were from our town. Everyone knows who they are."
"At least it's better than you, Blind Wang, pretending to be blind! Fortune telling, huh? Are you some kind of demon with a talent for prophecy?"
"Hey! How do you know I'm not?!"
At that moment, all the demons burst into laughter.
"Who among you doesn't know your parents and great-grandparents? Don't be stubborn, hurry up and calculate for me now, how many do you think we can sell today?"
"Hmph, Grandma sold out of sweet soup today, while you, Huang the Cripple, sold a measly zero!"
Another burst of laughter followed.
Su Yu and Feng Huaijin watched the lively verbal battle unfold over there in silence for a while.
"Brothers, would you like to buy flower wreaths? One for each of you, and after you take them off, we'll braid them together. It symbolizes that you'll be inseparable and forever united in heart."
Su Yu hadn't spoken yet.
"Buy it." Feng Huaijin said succinctly, already taking out magic stones to pay.
He looked down and saw a little demon girl, barely up to his thigh, staring longingly at the magic stone bag in Feng Huaijin's hand.
...Buy it, buy it!
The little girl happily skipped away after receiving the magic stone.
Su Yu watched as Feng Huaijin, who couldn't wait to put a flower wreath on his head as soon as he received it, quietly lowered his head demurely when he turned to face her.
Don't speak, Dai.
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