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When Xiecuo came down from the mountain, he did not inform anyone. It was only after he reached the bottom that he felt like a bird leaving its nest. But the sadness was fleeting and only occasionally surfaced.
The road at the foot of the mountain was extremely winding and difficult to walk on. He barely managed to make it down, and although it took a lot of effort, he managed to get a little further.
"Wow, it's so lively here!" Always staying in quiet and secluded places, he realized how narrow-minded he was once he plunged into the bustling, hot oil pot.
"Hmm. Lively, bustling, and delicious aromas—that's what makes this place stand out. I made it up, but I don't think it's wrong. You get it? Heh!" A very unassuming-looking shop assistant boasted.
He was getting carried away with his boasting, but Xie Cuo didn't seem to believe him. "To guard against thieves, robbers, and theft, as the Luoshu has long cultivated the disciples of all sects to base their judgment on facts and combine what they see with what they actually see, to have the basic ability to distinguish right from wrong, to do what they should do, and not to do anything that disrupts the order," followed by a long nagging.
Every time Xie Cuo looked at the rules, he felt an itch in his heart. Memorizing them always felt strange; reciting them aloud was completely different from simply proclaiming them. Although the latter was more prestigious, according to incomplete statistics, the proportion of both proclaiming and reciting them was showing a significant upward trend.
He heard this ratio from some obscure corner of the village. As a place where gossip was strictly gathered, he "always kept to himself," which led to his excellent reputation and the image of him as a reclusive master focused on cultivation.
But no, Xie Cuo gazed at the crowds outside the window and took a dejected sip of tea. It was partly due to his own circumstances, and partly because of Mr. Chi.
As for the various factors that were all mixed up inside and out, something just didn't seem right no matter how you looked at it, so he moved forward slowly, like a neck.
Bai Tian encountered Xie Cuo at this crossroads of people. She had changed into a bold and unrestrained men's outfit; her masculine bearing was hinted at in her bone structure, but it still wasn't enough. Since reverting to his masculine nature, he had become much colder, perhaps he was always cold.
Given his unique perspective, his actions were somewhat like those of a little man who touches a broken head and foot, arriving at a conclusion that first made him laugh out loud.
"Bai Tian, no matter what you're doing here, I'll keep watching you secretly." Xie Cuo looked at his friend on the floor below; he wasn't friendly, but rather somewhat fierce.
In the face of uncertainty about right and wrong, of confusion and uncertainty, and of the overwhelming array of objective facts, everything is as fragile as ice.
Bai Tian wasn't stupid. As soon as she entered, she noticed someone was watching her. She thought to herself, "This person has terrible taste. Their eyesight is so bad it could set the place on fire. This person is either a pervert or a stalker, most likely."
She smiled, casually sat down, and searched for the observer. But things didn't go as planned. She wandered around for a while but found nothing. Apart from the constant voices, playful jokes, and the sound of storytelling lectures, there were no other clues.
Bai Tian leisurely looked up at the second floor. There was no strange person on the second floor, but she thought to herself, "Found it, it really took me a long time to find it."
"...For no reason at all, he was just momentarily stunned and fled in panic. However, it's also important to believe in yourself, to be sure she won't come to catch you herself. After all, some things, in essence, require exploration—whether it's worth it or not."
Bai Tian didn't act like a cat chasing a mouse. She was relaxed and leisurely. Although she had a goal, she estimated the time and calculated Bai Hanxin's time to coordinate her actions.
Although it was essentially for Bai's own benefit, it was still shameless, with an unbelievably thick skin, leaving one feeling helpless and ashamed of their own shortcomings.
Tonight's goal is not about drinking; after a long journey, rest is the primary task.
It got dark. The night was quiet, probably because everyone here was asleep. Xie Cuo was a little sleepy tonight.
Bai Tian gazed at the dark night and fell asleep in silence.
Only when the sun rises again does it feel like time has passed in a flash. It's still very ordinary, but it vaguely carries a certain meaning beyond words.
Qu Mingzhe was very well-behaved throughout the journey. He followed Gu Shuoxing, never going west if Gu went east. As a person with considerable knowledge, the two of them were not bored on the way. They chatted back and forth in a bland manner.
Only after truly setting foot on this land could he express his genuine emotions. He took a slightly unconventional route, and Qu Mingzhe offered some suggestions when choosing his path. The two groups, without prior agreement, moved forward together. Although he might seem a bit naive, successfully breaking into the circle brought a completely different feeling.
The phrase "things have changed, people have changed" is not quite accurate. If we had to give an evaluation, the most appropriate way to describe intense emotions is "drink today, for tomorrow we die!"
Qu Mingzhe had a lot of tricks up his sleeve along the way, taking breaks for minor injuries and resting when it got dark. The two of them kept nagging and pleading for ten days to half a month, arriving quite a bit later than expected.
The two weren't in a hurry. They took a walk around, looking for fun things to do and delicious food. Although there was no need to hoard them, it wouldn't hurt to use them first and satisfy their long-awaited, beating hearts.
As for Shi Wuyang, he was tricked into coming here, suffered a bit, and then, as if he had suddenly realized something, he tricked himself, so he was half awake and half fallen into a trap.
Due to his special circumstances and not wanting to affect others, he left even earlier. He wasn't here, nor was he with any of the sects; to be precise, he headed towards the Demon Realm.
With just one question, "What's the reason?", the answer is simple: the reason is right in front of him, a friend with white hair and red eyes staring straight at him.
When suffering is unbearable, finding joy amidst hardship is all the more meaningful.
His gaze held no power over him, but he nodded symbolically. Shi Wuyang did not want to go to the Demon Realm, but the other party seemed to be a fool, only able to say what he wanted and do what he wanted.
"Tell me, why did you take me there? What's so special about that place? Are you a member of the demon race?" Shi Wuyang asked.
The other party pretended that the signal was offline and continued to remain silent.
"...You..." Shi Wuyang saw through the other person's bad temper and was immediately speechless. If he didn't want to answer, he wouldn't answer; fine. He did the same.
As for Shi Wuyang, he's a very easygoing person, so easygoing that if you say you want to go somewhere, he'll happily accompany you, but he doesn't have no bottom line. A bottom line is a person's minimum moral standards; generally, there's only an upper limit.
They remained silent until they were almost there, when Shen E finally let out a soft, slightly hoarse voice: "We've arrived."
This place is not of the human world, but it is still small yet complete. Various races are mixed together, making it look exceptionally colorful, even more so than a rainbow.
"Hey." After Shi Wuyang finished speaking, he was suddenly pulled by the other party.
Shen E was cautious yet generous and unassuming. He was hiding something, but he didn't seem to care about it.
It's hard to call it madness, or arrogance.
From the moment Shi Wuyang met him, nothing good ever happened.
"If fate turns, and the cycle of karmic retribution leads to lasting friendship, it truly requires several unclear arguments to achieve a relatively stable balance, especially in two completely unrelated magnetic fields."
Wu Yang thought to herself, but her gaze was instantly drawn elsewhere.
The demon race has many novel gadgets. It's strange that they can be made to look at and display, but they do have collectible value.
However, only someone with a screw loose would buy that.
Shen E had never touched those kinds of shady things. He skipped over shop after shop until he reached the last roadside stall at the corner of the street, which sold masks.
Perhaps all demon masks are ugly, painted and smeared, and all he could make out was that it looked like an ugly thing with two horns. As for the other reasons, he couldn't explain them.
Shi Wuyang looked at him in shock as he held up the two ugliest ones. The other person even thought for a moment before throwing the ugly thing at him before Wuyang could react.
He wanted to cry but couldn't leave, so he stood there, holding the thing in his hand, feeling somewhat lost and unsure of what to do.
"Hey, come here."
After Shi Wuyang finished speaking, the other party paid.
The way demons pay is probably different from ordinary people; he'd never seen it before. The man smiled and said, "Welcome to come again next time." In reality, he meant, "Don't come, get lost."
Shi Wuyang didn't realize that Shen E had used his strength to enjoy a very unpalatable "free meal." After finding out, "..." silence replaced his complaints, and even his eyes held something hidden.
Shen E's actions were quite obvious. He found an inn, rented a room at random, and when he booked the room at the front desk, the unknown species that was in charge of the rooms even glanced at him a few times.
They are mostly observed as a rare species.
Furthermore, Shi Wuyang was not slow to book a room for Shen E.
Shen E, contrary to his usual silence, looked intently into Wu Yang's eyes, which were bright and piercing, yet filled with a sense of helplessness and sadness. "I'm poor. I have no money."
He said that Shi Wuyang was like someone who had boarded a pirate ship.
"Damn it, this has caused him so much harm. He really... has lost all his strength." Finally, he looked at the other person earnestly and said, "Are you kidding me?"
Shen E sized him up and slowly said, "No, it's just that you have to put up with this for now. There will be better days in the future."
"Is this just empty promises? I'm not buying it. And you're going to sleep on the floor." Shi Wuyang said, feeling as if his conscience had been ripped out, filled with grief and indignation. He couldn't understand why he had to sleep on the floor.
But Chen E did not respond at the time, and once inside the house, he became increasingly audacious and daring.
Shi Wuyang felt that the playful kid was tormenting him.
"...Get out of here."
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After a hundred and eighty conversations, Shi Wuyang compromised; the bottom line of humanity has been lowered to an infinite degree.
"Why did you bring me here?" Shi Wuyang summarized his doubts.
However, the other party adopted a sleeping posture, which left Shi Wuyang stuck in a limbo, forcing him to discuss the issue from a very passive perspective.
"...You'll tell me that someday." Shi Wuyang mumbled a thought in his sleep, unaware that he had uttered it aloud.
"Um."
Shen E answered softly, then looked up and saw that Shi Wuyang was asleep beside him.
He moved closer, and then, accompanied by the long night, he drifted off to sleep with the person beside him.
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