"Sister doesn't understand." Song Siyao, holding her sword, followed beside her unhurriedly, mysteriously flicking her ponytail, and quickly caught up with Baili Xijiang.
It's rare for me to leave her behind.
Qin Xi's eyes darted around, she lifted her skirt and took half a step forward, then turned back to Song Tingwan with a smile: "Wan'er doesn't understand!"
After she finished speaking, she didn't forget to give Ah Ji and Venerable Yun Chuan a meaningful look.
Wan Qiji glanced sideways at Song Tingwan.
Song Tingwan looked at him with a smile.
Ahead, Baili Xijiang stood at the very front, hands on his hips, looking back. Song Siyao and Qin Xi also turned to look back.
Wanqiji met Song Siyao's gaze, then turned to Song Tingwan and said stiffly, "Wan'er doesn't understand."
Then, somewhat bewildered, he followed the three people ahead.
In the end, only Shen Zhuochuan remained by Song Tingwan's side.
She mimicked the man's usual manner, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "You want some too...?"
It's really rare that they said she didn't understand.
Song Tingwan couldn't help but smile.
She took out a white feather fan and covered her lips with a smile.
The white feather fan had a golden handle wrapped in white jade, and white feathers would fall from the fan from time to time.
The ethereal fan was one of the many pieces of jewelry and magical artifacts that Qin Yuanyuan had crafted for her when she first returned.
When used, it will create a gust of wind, which has a refreshing effect.
It looks ethereal and beautiful when held in your hand.
We'll need it later.
"Then do you understand?" Shen Zhuochuan didn't repeat their words, but smiled like a bright moon and a gentle breeze.
This was the first time I saw her being 'bullied'.
She covered the lower half of her smiling face with a white feather fan, her smile barely contained. She nodded and then shook her head.
The woman looked at the four people ahead who had clearly abandoned them but kept turning back, and said in a gentle and indulgent voice, "Perhaps."
Seeing the way the people in front of him were glaring at him, Shen Zhuochuan chuckled and took Song Tingwan's hand.
The men in front were furious. They turned away without looking at him, this 'traitor'.
Baili Xijiang muttered to himself, "Old men are thieves."
Take advantage of their absence to show off.
hateful.
Song Siyao was shocked.
Qin Xi was shocked.
Wan Qiji found it unbelievable.
"Does your uncle know that you're talking about him like that behind his back?" Qin Xi, having regained some of her composure, leaned closer to Baili Xijiang and asked quietly.
Baili Xijiang cautiously turned around and saw that his uncle was still talking to his master, so he said confidently, "Of course I don't know."
Otherwise, he'd be asking for a beating.
Song Siyao chuckled, "This time, you can treat us to a meal."
Baili Xijiang was bewildered. "Why?"
Wan Qiji quietly added: "Hush money."
Qin Xi laughed heartily, "Then I want to eat sauerkraut fish!"
"You guys aren't tired of this yet, can we try something different?"
"Just tell me whether you'll invite me or not."
"Please, please, please. I don't believe you can eat me out of house and home."
...
The two walked hand in hand, amidst the commotion in front, ignoring the subtle glances of those around them.
After laughing, Song Tingwan put down the white feather fan and casually fiddled with it in her hand.
"They're definitely scolding you." She saw her young apprentice turn around guiltily and teased the man beside her with a smile.
Shen Zhuochuan naturally saw it as well.
Go ahead and curse, I can't hear you.
He was quite nonchalant about it.
Song Tingwan waved her fan, and a white feather fell from it. "Aren't you worried? What if we really can't get out?"
It seemed that none of them, including Su Xi, Wu Ling, and even Yan Shanjun, were in despair.
"Because I believe that good will prevail over evil, and I also believe that among the countless people in the six realms, there will always be someone who can come up with a solution."
He paused, then looked at her, "For some reason, I always felt a deep sense that we would get out."
We have a future to look forward to.
Therefore, I have never fallen into despair.
"We will get out."
If there were no chance of survival, then those who peered into the heavens, like Canxing, would have already given a warning.
As Song Tingwan spoke, her gaze fell upon the crowd.
Whether inside the camp or in mid-air outside the camp, many people are trying to break through the boundaries.
Everyone has their own methods and all sorts of imaginative ideas.
Some cultivators also mingled their spiritual and demonic energy, attempting to breach the barrier of the evil realm.
Her friend, standing nearby, was shocked. "How can you have demonic energy on you!"
The female cultivator smiled shyly, "Hehe, my mother is a demonic cultivator, I've always kept it a secret, sorry."
Her friend's expression turned strange, and suddenly two pink, fluffy rabbit ears appeared on her head.
"Well, actually I'm a demon."
"Y-you, you, you're actually a rabbit demon! How cute!"
"..."
Others were trying out their most treasured possessions, leaving everyone speechless; the people around them were truly hidden talents.
There were many strange little incidents, but none of them were intended to save themselves or the people of the six realms.
Song Tingwan suddenly froze.
The mental power is very strong at this moment.
Like a flower blooming in despair.
Tiny and fragile, yet stubbornly standing tall.
The group calmly relayed Fengye's suggestion to Lord Yanshan.
Yan Shanjun was stunned for a moment, then went to make the arrangements.
"Why don't you teach everyone how to recite the Great Compassion Mantra in your Sanskrit religion?"
The Buddhist disciple rolled his eyes gracefully.
"We, the disciples of the Brahma Sound Sect, are sufficient."
After saying that, he flashed to the territory of the Brahma Sound Sect, and then ascended into the sky in a grand procession.
Countless bald Buddhist disciples stepped forward, closed their eyes slightly, stretched out their hands, and began to chant the Great Compassion Mantra.
"Namo Ratna Trayaya..."
There was clearly no one ringing the bell.
As countless Buddhists chanted mantras, amidst the whispers, it seemed as if a bell was ringing.
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