It turns out that Ayao also knew that the little wolf deck was made based on her.
A precious letter from my younger sister to the little wolf.
Put it away, put it away.
cute.
"Wan'er, you're not angry, are you?"
When Song Tingwan pushed open the door again, the three people at the door stared at her expression and tentatively spoke.
"What are you angry about?" Song Tingwan tapped their heads one by one.
"My sister left without saying goodbye. I'm a little angry, let alone you."
Baili Xijiang crossed his arms and fumed. He had been planning to give his sister some scales for protection.
Dragon scales are quite durable.
When I woke up, my sister was gone.
The Bailixi River is full of life!
"Why are you angry? Ayao didn't want to see us worrying about her, so she left first."
Song Tingwan laughed.
"Alright, alright, but my sister is strong enough on her own. She can manage without my protective scales."
Baili Xijiang could only comfort himself. Song Tingwan and the other two, who were listening nearby, realized that he was angry because he was worried about Song Siyao.
"You're pretty good to our sister, aren't you?" Qin Xi nudged his arm and teased him with a smile.
“That’s right!” Baili Xijiang smirked.
"Shall we set off tomorrow? And where are we headed?"
Wan Qiji asked curiously.
Baili Xijiang and Qin Xi also looked over, equally curious.
Song Tingwan's eyes were gentle, and she smiled warmly.
"Without a destination, travel should be spontaneous."
Three days have passed.
The group of five set off from the summit of Yunque.
They argued for a long time about choosing a flying artifact, but in the end Qin Yuanyuan overruled everyone's objections and pulled them onto her pink flying carpet.
"I've added a lot more materials this time, and it even has a protective shield and can attack attackers. How's that formidable!"
Qin Xi smiled, her eyes crinkling with pride.
"Wow, that's amazing." Baili Xijiang looked at the flying carpet under his buttocks, but couldn't see anything different about it.
"Idiot, I haven't changed my appearance, so naturally you can't tell the difference."
Song Tingwan sat down and felt it for a moment, then smiled with her eyes narrowed, "It seems a bit lighter and more stable."
Qin Xi came over, hugged her arm, and rubbed against her, saying, "Wan'er has good taste."
Shen Zhuochuan smiled and waved his hand to set out a low table with fruits and pastries, but Baili Xijiang suddenly exclaimed "Oh!"
"Uncle, take yours back. I'm tired of it. Qin Yuanyuan and I went to buy some other things yesterday."
Shen Zhuochuan, feeling slighted, raised an eyebrow, shook his head with feigned sigh, and put away the food that had been rejected.
Qin Xi smiled at him somewhat embarrassedly, and together with Baili Xijiang busied themselves until the low table was almost too full to hold all the things they had bought.
It has everything for eating, drinking, and having fun.
"Are we going on a trip or just eating and drinking?" Song Tingwan sighed with a smile, rubbing her forehead.
"Why can't we have both?" Baili Xijiang looked at his master with a smile.
Wan Qiji nodded in agreement.
Qin Xi nodded repeatedly.
Shen Zhuochuan looked at the table full of food and then at the relaxed expressions of everyone, "Hmm, it's not a bad idea."
The flying carpet started, and the group set off.
After crossing the green mountains and the Loess Plateau, half a month later, we finally stopped in a place shrouded in mist and rain.
This place is called Nancheng, which has always been shrouded in mist and rain, with poems and prose as numerous as clouds in ink paintings, making it a place that many cultivators yearn for.
"I've often heard people say that the South City is good. Before we even entered the city, we heard the soft, slow singing and playing of the musicians. It was indeed very pleasant to listen to."
Qin Xi listened to the faint, unique melody and was clearly very interested in the southern city.
As the flying carpet slowly descended, Song Tingwan looked at the elegant cultivators below, who were walking across the bluestone bridge with umbrellas, and smiled gently at them.
The awning boats dotting the rippling green waters of the river resemble a flowing ink painting.
It makes people yearn for it.
"South City..."
Song Tingwan smiled and silently recited those two words, feeling a great liking for this city.
"It seems none of us have been here before?" Shen Zhuochuan asked gently, noticing their eager expressions.
"No, although Nancheng has a great reputation, I've never had the chance to come." Qin Xi excitedly controlled the flying carpet to land.
Wan Qiji shook his head even more.
He had never been to many places before, but after becoming the Demon Lord, he devoted himself entirely to the Demon Realm.
"But Ayao should have been here before."
When Wan'er offered her sacrifice, he and Song Siyao traveled to many places together, but he returned to the Demon Realm when they reached the southern cities, and he did not join her in eliminating evil spirits again.
Upon hearing this, Song Tingwan looked over curiously, "Ayao has been here?"
Seeing her interest, Wanqiji revealed his guess.
Just then, after he finished speaking, they landed in a small alleyway paved with bluestone slabs in the south of the city.
A group of female cultivators, carrying umbrellas and chatting and laughing, passed by. Song Tingwan smiled when she saw them.
I can't imagine what it would be like for A Yao to be walking alone in this warm southern city, sword in hand, eyes cold.
What a pity.
"There's an umbrella stand over there, let's each pick one!" Qin Xi, with her sharp eyes, spotted the stall next to the alley and ran towards them while braving the light drizzle.
"Don't you have an umbrella in your storage space?" Baili Xijiang swaggered behind him, the rain actually making him feel cooler.
Song Tingwan lifted her skirt and walked quickly past him, then, upon hearing his words, jokingly remarked with a hint of disdain, "Can they be the same?"
After saying that, she caught up with Qin Yuanyuan, and Shen Zhuochuan, who was closely following behind her, also passed his little nephew.
The man said nothing, but chuckled as he passed by, his silence speaking volumes.
Baili Xijiang suddenly turned around and met Wanqiji, who was also walking slowly with a giant sword on his back.
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