Chapter 53 The Origin of Hebei Caihua
Fang Zuo stood at the door.
The powerful demonic energy inside gave him a sense of familiarity.
In just a day and a half, the store's rolling doors were replaced with glass sliding doors.
There are several Japanese lanterns hanging at the door, with various cats painted on them.
I have to admit it.
Although this pair of beautiful cat-girl twin girls are often confused, they are still very efficient in doing business.
Fang Zuo opened the door and walked in. The interior was already being preliminarily decorated.
There are piles of newly bought cat supplies against the wall.
The floor was mopped clean.
Under the light, the marble floor reflects a clear light, even reflecting a person's shadow.
It can be seen how hard they worked to wipe it.
The cat-girl sisters were wearing identical floral pleated skirts and sorting the goods.
Only the colors are different, one is blue and the other is pink.
They both had their hair in buns and bangs.
They all wore white semi-transparent calf socks, revealing half of their snow-white thighs.
The two furry tails at the buttocks swayed mischievously.
No shoes.
"Hey~~~, the devil is here."
"Ah, Lord Devil."
The two sisters discovered Fang Zuo immediately.
They cried out in unison and came over in small steps.
Fang Zuo was very surprised that he missed him so much after not seeing him for just one day.
He opened his arms to prepare for a hug, but he didn't wait until the two of them were in his arms.
The two sisters, one holding her left leg and the other holding her right leg.
Busy taking off my shoes.
"It was a close call. The devil almost came in with his shoes on. We wiped it for a long time today." The cat girl patted her huge breasts.
She was obviously not wearing a bra, and her unrestrained flesh was surging in waves.
"Baga, don't always tell the truth." Cat girl sister was still bending over and placing shoes with Fang Zuo on her back.
The plump buttocks made the hem of the floral skirt fly up high, making the pink cherry blossom panties look full and fit, revealing the curvy figure.
Only after all the shoes were put away did the two sisters breathe a sigh of relief.
They all knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground.
The two pairs of little ears flapped and the tail behind it kept shaking.
"Welcome home, sir."
Fang Zuo walked forward and looked at the furry pink ears on the limbs, then gently picked them up one with each hand.
"Ah, Yamiedie." The two sisters blinked their big eyes, cried out in pain, and stood up following Fang Zuo's hand.
Two identical pink faces were placed together.
Without looking at their figures and clothes, it is impossible to tell who is who.
They each covered the ears that Fang Zuo had just lifted with one hand.
He pouted and looked aggrieved.
Neither of them wore wigs today, and their faces without makeup were extremely cute.
Fang Zuo took a step back and touched his chin. The more he looked, the weirder it seemed.
The two of them were wearing cute little floral dresses, which looked out of place under their huge breasts and buttocks.
But this is not the only weird thing about the light.
Fang Zuo looked them up and down and asked: "Do you two have insoles in your shoes? Why are you so much shorter?"
"No, no, we are very tall." The cat girl flapped her pink ears quickly and stood on tiptoe.
"Baga, you're too obvious." The cat sister scolded, and her pigeon-toed legs secretly stood on tiptoe: "This is our secret, Lord Devil, you are not allowed to tell it."
"Okay, I get it. You are already very tall." Fang Zuo flicked their pink ears.
"Please come up, sir."
A charming and sexy voice came from upstairs.
Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows, patted the two sisters' heads and walked up the stairs.
The wooden floor upstairs was also wiped clean by several people.
The previous tenant had already isolated several rooms upstairs. Several people had already decorated their rooms.
Fang Zuo walked towards the innermost room.
A huge demonic aura emanated from the room.
Walk into the room.
A simple Japanese style decoration.
There was no time to place decorations around the room.
Kawakita Ayaka was wearing a white kimono and kneeling on the tatami in the middle.
In front of him was a coffee table and a simple set of tea sets.
Her long black hair fell over her shoulders, then swept over her waist and spread out on the straw mat.
Stacked with a white foxtail.
A slender, white neck and graceful collarbone.
The pure white and clean little face is more beautiful than any cosmetic decoration.
On such a pure and elegant face.
A pair of eyebrows and eyes have an indescribable charm.
Her red lips were slightly parted, and the sound of soft breathing could be heard faintly, which made the man's blood boil.
There is an unknown small red flower in the middle of the forehead.
It is emitting a faint and soft light.
Occasionally a few small petals flew out from the light and then disappeared.
"Bai Lingjiao, nice to meet you, Senior."
The woman was crawling on the ground, with her left hand pressing on her right hand, her hand touching the ground first, and then her head.
Bow solemnly.
This highest Taoist ritual of kneeling and bowing is rarely used even in Shenzhou.
"There's no need for that. Actually, I should call you senior." Fang Zuo nodded and sat down in front of her.
"There is no big or small in attaining the truth, and there is no old or young in moving forward. The road is long, and those who reach it first should be the leaders. Moreover, I am a broken soul and a person who has lost his way." Bai Lingjiao picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Fang Zuo: "I know that you have something to ask me, and Bai Lingjiao will tell me everything I know."
Fang Zuo took a sip of tea and nodded: "I do have some questions to ask, but when the words come to my lips, especially the whereabouts of an old friend, I can't figure it out."
Fang Zuo put down the teacup and stretched out his hand to make a gesture.
A gold and green scabbard was suspended beside Fang Zuo.
"Where did you get this thing?" Fang Zuo asked.
"Please forgive me, sir. You can see that I have been through a great catastrophe and my soul has been severely damaged. I only remember that this is what the Eighth Soul obtained."
"The eighth soul?" Fang Zuo frowned, tapping the coffee table with his bent fingers: "Do you remember this person?"
Fang Zuo took out the same portrait paper he gave to the bald old man.
Bai Lingjiao took it and looked at it, with an apologetic look on his face: "I don't have any impression, but it may be that my soul is too damaged and I missed something."
"But I have the habit of recording important things. My notes are in Nara. Senior, you can ask Kawakita Ayaka to take them there. Maybe we can find something."
Bai Lingjiao stretched out her slender hand and filled the teapot again.
Never seen it? Fang Zuo fell into deep thought. There was no need for her to lie to herself.
The question still remains unresolved.
"The second question is, why did you come all the way from Qingqiu here?" Fang Zuo asked another question in his mind.
Even now when spiritual energy is thin, China's famous mountains, rivers, caves and blessed places are still the places with the most spiritual energy.
Almost no cultivators are willing to go anywhere else, let alone when the spiritual energy is as abundant as it was in the past.
“Senior, I did not come here from Qingqiu. I was born and raised here.” Bai Lingjiao shook her head.
"Impossible, your soul is indeed the aura of the Qingqiu lineage, how could it be wrong?" Fang Zuo raised his eyebrows.
He thought of many possibilities, but the only thing he never thought of was that this nine-tailed fox was native.
How is this possible.
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