Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Sitting by the window, Nan Xiang rested her chin on her hand, watching the fight downstairs with great interest.

The figures of Demon King Bai Li and Sword-Forgetting Immortal Lu Mingxuan moved back and forth in the streets and alleys. The strong wind caused by the collision of spiritual power even blew up the sign under the teahouse.

One was chained and taken to the prison, while the other was respectfully invited away by the guards of the City Lord's Mansion. Nan Xiang was so busy that she forgot to put the grapes she was pinching between her fingertips into her mouth.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out that this demon king has a hot temper that gets irritated at the slightest provocation."

She finally put the juicy grape into her mouth and commented vaguely, her eyebrows curved with a bit of cunning as if she was watching a show.

Su Chen's gaze was always gently on her, but when he heard her words, his gentle brows sank imperceptibly.

"Anan," his voice was still clear, but with a hint of solemnity in it.

"The demon king Bai Li is definitely not as simple and reckless as he appears to be. He has a deep heart and should not be taken lightly."

Nan Xiang turned her head and met his serious gaze. She chuckled with a bit of soothing cuteness:

"All right, all right, my little monk, I know. He is just an old monster with a vicious heart and cruel hands. I know what he is."

She deliberately dragged out the tone of "little monk" and winked at him.

The teacup is empty and the snack plate is bare.

The two left the noisy teahouse and walked towards the mission hall of the Mercenary Union.

As soon as they turned a corner, a thin figure caught their eyes - it was the little girl Mo Xiaoxiao who had kindly reminded them to beware of the sex demon when they first entered the City of No Return.

These days, she led Nan Xiang and Su Chen through the streets and alleys of the City of No Return, and she was as familiar with the place as a local little bird.

Mo Xiaoxiao was still wearing the old clothes that had been washed so much that they looked bleached. She was so thin that she seemed like she could be blown away by the wind, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, like dusty glass that had been polished, and they were filled with a stubbornness and precocity that was inconsistent with her age.

During the conversation, Nan Xiang learned that she had a younger brother and a bedridden mother.

The cause of the illness was the amnesia he contracted after venturing deep into the Rosemary Valley a few days ago.

"Soul Loss Syndrome..."

Nan Xiang repeated in a low voice, frowning slightly.

As a spirit of plants and trees, she knew the harm of this disease very well - without the right medicine, the soul would be like a candle in the wind, gradually dimming until it was completely extinguished.

Looking at Mo Xiaoxiao's stubborn and expectant eyes, and thinking of her kind reminder when they first met, as well as her carefulness and seriousness in serving as a guide these days, the soft corner of Nan Xiang's heart was gently touched.

She is a person who follows her heart and clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment.

Stepping into the noisy and rough mission hall of the Mercenary Union, Nan Xiang's eyes fell directly on the mission items flashing on the crystal wall.

Soon, she took off a parchment scroll:

"Rosemary Valley, collect three plants of Youyue Grass."

She raised the task scroll in her hand and smiled at Su Chen, with spiritual energy flowing in her eyes, "

I can earn some money and get the Youyue Grass to save people, isn't that the best of both worlds?"

Su Chen looked at the light flickering in her eyes, and that light dispelled the gloom that had just arisen in him because of Bai Li.

The corners of his lips slightly raised, his eyes showing unconditional indulgence and understanding: "Okay."

As dusk fell, they left behind the hustle and bustle and lights of the City of No Return and headed towards the valley outside the city shrouded in the shadow of legend and death.

Rosemary Valley, one of the ten most remote places, is filled with the enchanting fragrance of rosemary all year round. At this moment, in the deepening crimson-purple twilight, it is like a giant mouth ready to devour anyone, quietly waiting for their arrival.

The hustle and bustle of the City of No Return was left behind. As Su Chen and Nan Xiang went deeper into the Rosemary Valley, the air around them suddenly became different.

The smell of moist earth is mixed with a strange sweet fragrance, which is lingering, refreshing, and yet has a temptation that leads to indulgence.

The valley entrance is filled with lavender mist that lingers all year round, covering the valley like a veil. The sunlight penetrates the mist, reflecting a hazy halo.

The further you go in, the thicker the fog becomes, the blurrier your vision becomes, and the surrounding scenery seems to be covered with a layer of dreamy colors.

"Wow! Look, little monk!"

Nan Xiang excitedly pointed to a faint sea of flowers in the distance that spread out on the hillside like purple clouds. It was the scene of rosemary and phalaenopsis in full bloom.

"It's so beautiful! It looks like purple butterflies all over the hillside!"

Su Chen's eyes were more focused on the rugged path under his feet and the dense and strangely shaped vegetation on both sides.

One of his hands was always protecting Nan Xiang, and the other hand was twisting the string of warm Buddhist beads. The cinnabar mole between his eyebrows emitted a faint, imperceptible glow in the purple mist, like a magic needle that stabilized the sea, dispelling the psychedelic miasma that tried to invade the two of them.

"This valley is called 'rosemary', and it is not a lie."

Su Chen's voice was calm, with a hint of reminder.

"The purple mist creates illusions, and the fragrance of flowers confuses the mind. Keep your mind focused and don't be fooled by appearances."