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As soon as Xie Yuantang left the laboratory, he cut off his mental connection with it, completely unaware that the place was in chaos at the moment.

She lay in bed for a while, and when she found that she didn't have a nosebleed this time, she breathed a sigh of relief and got up and went out.

Excluding the day he dealt with Xie Xueyao and Old Lady Xie, Xie Yuantang hadn't gone out for a long time.

Now that Situ Yan is not at home, she cannot enter the laboratory. She is so bored that she decides to go out for a walk.

Bai Fu was a little worried: "Are you going out alone? At least take me and Hongqiu, as well as Yanfeng and Yanmo with you."

Xie Yuantang waved her hands. She just wanted to be alone today.

After rejecting Bai Fu's suggestion, Xie Yuantang changed into inconspicuous clothes and went out.

It was not yet noon, and Xie Yuantang was walking on the street, looking at the strange yet familiar vendors around him.

The capital of Xuanzhao is prosperous and bustling. No matter what time it is, the streets are always lined with various small stalls. The stall owners are hawking their wares enthusiastically, and each one is more eloquent than the other.

Feeling the hustle and bustle of this place, Xie Yuantang slightly raised the corners of his lips.

She had come here before, with Situ Yan, and occasionally bought some small things, but she had never felt as close to the hustle and bustle of the place as she did today, yet she seemed unable to fit in.

She inexplicably recalled the words of the imperial physician: "Since there is nothing wrong with your body, then there must be something wrong somewhere else."

Apart from the body, all that is left of a person is the soul.

So it’s not that the little original owner’s body is bad, but that her soul that came from the end of the world is incompatible with this world.

Xie Yuantang looked up at the sky above his head.

It would be better if she had an adult body now. The adult body is basically stable, and she can slowly adjust her mental strength and always find a compatible way.

But this body is only nine years old, and she may not live long enough to grow up...

Xie Yuantang sighed softly and shook her head to put all these thoughts aside. After all, she was still alive and there would always be a way if she thought about it slowly.

"Baked sweet potatoes! Freshly baked sweet potatoes!"

Xie Yuantang smelled the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes, and his nose moved as he looked for the scent. He was about to go over and buy two when he suddenly caught a glimpse of two people standing at the alley across the street.

One is her candidate new father Pei Weizhan, and the other...

Xie Yuantang looked at the familiar bald head and profile, and slowly narrowed his eyes: "Wu Chen?"

When did he come back?

And these two standing together are really...

Xie Yuantang walked towards the two men in confusion, but unfortunately a donkey cart came and blocked the road.

She had no choice but to stand there and wait for the donkey cart to leave.

But unexpectedly, after the donkey cart left, the person across the street also disappeared!

Xie Yuantang frowned and trotted over, and indeed there was no one at the alley.

"Am I seeing things?"

Xie Yuantang rubbed her eyes. She shouldn’t have seen it wrong, but why were they hiding from her?

It's not like she didn't guess their relationship.

Xie Yuantang snorted: "Go ahead and hide, I will complain to my grandfather later and ask him to close the door of the Leng family and not allow you to go to my mother!"

Angrily shaking his sleeves, Xie Yuantang was about to leave, but when he turned around he almost bumped into someone's back!

"Amitabha!"

Xie Yuantang looked at the man's monk's robe and bald head, frowned and asked: "Where did this wild monk come from?"

"Wild monk?"

The man slowly turned around and asked in confusion: "Why do you call me poor monk Ye Heshang?"

Xie Yuantang looked at that face and his eyes widened!

Divine face!

As tall as a pine tree, as pure as a bamboo, the moon-white monk's robe he wore seemed like a divine ribbon.

Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were clear and slightly blue, and her facial features seemed to be carefully carved by the Creator. When she was placed in a crowd of people, the others instantly looked like lumps of mud that the girl had pinched at will!

This is not a big deal. The key point is that on that face, which is as pure and cool as a flower on the mountain top, there is a natural cherry blossom birthmark on the center of the forehead!

It's as if an ascetic god has a little more worldly thoughts, which arouses people's imagination and attracts people to get closer.

Xie Yuantang was stunned. Logically, she should have become desensitized to beauties after seeing Situ Yan's beautiful face that brought disaster to the country and the people every day.

But the person in front of me is so beautiful that she doesn’t look like an ordinary person!

Xie Yuantang sighed sincerely: "You are not a human!"

The man blinked his fan-like eyelashes in confusion: "Why do you say that? I am not a human, so what am I?"

Xie Yuantang placed one hand on his chest and said seriously: "You are my God!"

man:"……"

He was stunned for two seconds, then looked at Xie Yuantang thoughtfully: "Many people regard me as a god, but you are the only one who calls me like that in front of me. It really makes me feel a little... embarrassed."

Xie Yuantang shook his head and gave him a thumbs up: "Don't be embarrassed, you are definitely worth it!"

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left. She didn't ask who the man was, nor was she curious about why he was here, nor was she attracted by his beauty.

It's like seeing a beautiful flower and then forgetting about it.

But the man didn't let her go, and kept following her and chattering: "Little donor, you haven't answered me yet, why did you call me 'wild monk' just now?"

"Can you see that I have some 'wild' characteristics? I am not a wild monk. I am a serious monk."

"Little donor, why are you walking so fast? I won't be able to enjoy my vegetarian meal tonight until I hear your answer."

"Little donor, why..."

Xie Yuantang stopped walking, turned around and glared at him: "You are so annoying! Do you have a hundred thousand whys? Go ask your Buddha!"

The monk chuckled and shook his head, "No, my Buddha is also annoyed by me. He never answers me."

Xie Yuantang couldn't help but roll his eyes, and was certain that this guy, like Wu Chen, was not an honest monk.

She looked at him: "Why are you following me?"

The monk looked at her, his eyes seemed to be able to see through all the falsehoods in the world.

He smiled softly and said, "I am just a little curious."

Xie Yuantang: "What are you curious about?"

"you."

The monk pointed at Xie Yuantang, his eyes flickered slightly, and his tone was meaningful: "Souls from another world, I have never seen them before."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Yuantang's face changed immediately.

No one has ever seen through her, and it is impossible for anyone to tell that her soul comes from another world!

But the monk was so sure after just one look at her.

Xie Yuantang took a step forward, his fingers already grasping the silver needle, his usually pure eyes now cold and murderous: "Who are you?"

The monk glanced at her sleeves, waved his hands and said, "Amitabha, young donor, don't be nervous. I have no ill intentions. I said, I am just a little curious about why the soul from another world came here. By the way..."

He paused, looked at Xie Yuantang and said, "I have a piece of advice for you, young donor. You won't live long."

Xie Yuantang narrowed his eyes, smiled instead of getting angry, blinked his eyes, and said nonchalantly: "Is this also what your Buddha told you?"

The monk shook his head and pointed to his own eyes: "I saw it myself. You are about to die, my dear donor."

Xie Yuantang sneered: "It seems that your Buddhist practice is really not very good. I also have a piece of advice for you."

The monk put his hands together and said, "Young donor, please speak."

Xie Yuantang said coldly: "I can't die, and I can't die, but it's hard to say for you."

The monk was slightly startled, as if surprised that no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.

When he looked up again, Xie Yuantang had already walked away.

The monk looked at her small, thin figure and chuckled, "What an interesting child."