Quick Transmigration: A money-loving man meets a boy who gives away money!

Yu Ci's eyes froze for a moment, and she finally silently put away the dried herb, put it and the notebook into the space, and said nothing more.

When Fu Si heard that the other person was born the same as himself, his nerves twitched slightly and his brows frowned slightly.

This strange feeling was not pleasant, as if her emotions were being controlled by the other person, and she didn't like it.

Just can't get rid of it.

As for Canglan, who is the same as himself, perhaps he is also one of his previous lives. After all, the soul rotates in the cycle of reincarnation, so it is normal for it to have thousands of lives.

"Sorry." She saw that the other person was really depressed, and she couldn't even hear his inner voice. It was like there was a void in her heart. This uncomfortable feeling affected her mood, and she couldn't help but apologize...

Even she herself was a little confused. She was just a saint sent to serve, so why did she have to apologize?

But this emotion comes and goes quickly.

In the end, he just stared at Yu Ci's sad face and remained silent with her.

a long time.

Yu Ci calmed down, turned around and said, "It's okay..."

"In fact, it's just an ordinary herb. It can be found everywhere. There's nothing special about it." Her tone was gentle, and when she talked about the herb, it was clear that she treasured it very much, as if she was describing her treasure, but the content was just a casual mention.

Fu Si frowned even more and felt upset. Why was it just this one person who made her so unhappy?

But she could do nothing about it.

"Forget it, just take out the dried grass." She seemed to be giving orders.

Yu Ci was confused, "What?"

It’s already broken, what else do you want?

Hearing her doubtful words, Fu Yi's brows suddenly turned red with anger, "Hurry up..."

Yu Ci hesitated and slowly took out the notebook, but did not dare to hand it to the other party. She just kept it to herself and showed it to her.

Fu Si pursed his lips, waved his hand, and restored the herb as if it had never been damaged.

This move was like a miracle.

Yu Ci looked at the grass leaves on the open pages of the book in her hand in shock. After taking a closer look, she found that there was really no sign of breakage.

You have to know that spiritual power and magic can indeed restore some things, but that is based on common sense of physics, it is called repair, not restoration.

But the herbs in front of him had clearly returned to their original appearance, without any difference at all.

"How did you do it?" Yu Ci asked in surprise.

"Isn't this easy?" She raised her eyebrows slightly, not considering it a miracle.

Yu Ci was speechless, but!

"Then why are you trapped on the Demon Mountain?" She asked the question she was most curious about. If Fu Shi possessed such strength, he shouldn't be trapped on this extremely cold mountain like he was under semi-house arrest.

Fu Shi was even more confused. When did she say that she was trapped on this mountain?

Speaking of a cage, this world is the only one that is barely worthy of being her prison.

"My Lord...when have I ever been as miserable as you said?" Fu Si gritted her teeth. Unconsciously, the other party actually regarded her as a weak creature, which was really a contempt for her.

"Uh...you didn't say that." Yu Ci was stuttered. Those were all imagined by her when she saw those scenes and illusions. Imagination is deadly.

No wonder when I think back on it now, I remember the respectful demon envoys at the foot of the mountain, the grand selection of the Saint in Jiuzhou, and the magnificent palace built against the mountain and the elegantly decorated rooms on top of the thousand-foot peak.

All of this shows that Fu Si's status and majesty are not ordinary.

"Then what are you doing in this cold mountain?" Yu Ci didn't understand. Once you go out of the door, there is nothing but snow, a vast expanse of white, and bitingly cold.

Fu Si said silently: "Noisy."

"I didn't say much." Yu Ci retorted. She was clearly alone. What was there to quarrel about? It was always idle talk. She would not speak again in the future.

Fu Si sighed and explained quietly, "The mortal world... is too noisy. There are tens of thousands of noisy people like you. I can't help but want to kill them all."

She said it calmly, without taking the other creatures into consideration, as if she was just crushing a group of ants.

But she was kind-hearted, and in order not to crush the ants, she found a quiet place to stay and enjoy the peace alone.

Although he lived far away on a high mountain, he could still hear some heart sounds occasionally. Fu Si then set up a mountain-sealing formation to cover the entire mountain, blocking out all sounds and bringing peace and quiet.

As for the cold... her body had long been familiar with the chains on her feet. The changes in temperature outside made no difference to her. It was always cold.

"Oh...Is that so? Then I should live farther away." Yu Ci imagined that if she could hear everyone's inner voice, the countless chaotic voices flooding into her mind would indeed drive her crazy and turn her into schizophrenia.

"Can't we just turn this ability off?" she asked.

Fumi answered, "No, at most you can just focus on listening to the voices of one or two of the favored ones, then it won't be so noisy, just a rustling noise."

"And the one favored by me..." Fu Si smiled, and a light flashed in his eyes, which aroused the subtle evil thoughts in Yu Ci's heart.

Yu Ci bit her lower lip and covered her eyes, "Alright, alright, I understand!"

It seems that her favored ones are all greedy and puppets controlled by desire, and most likely they are not good people.

"That's why, I don't want to go down." Seeing that she understood, Fu Si didn't say much. He just leaned lazily on the pillow, enjoying the comfortable morning after a rare good sleep.

Suddenly, I heard some sporadic voices, and said to Yu Ci beside me: "Pick me up and I will take you to see the remaining saints."

Yu Ci was stunned. According to her temper, she would probably kill all the remaining saints.

However, Yu Ci did not have much sympathy. They were all cultivators of magic, so there was no need to be merciful to them.

She carefully put the lost and recovered herbs into the notebook, got out of bed, bent down, and easily picked up the person on the bed.

Today, after the chain was wrapped with red cloth, it did not make any crisp sound. Yu Ci gathered the chains and hung them on her arm so that they would not weigh down her feet.

"Which way to go?"

"Go out first."

"it is good."