This is Interstellar, what's wrong with three generations and four husbands?

The weak breath of this body is just like that of an ordinary person.

A three-eyed man who looked like a piece of clothing hanging on a bamboo pole appeared in front of Qianqian.

Qianqian was startled.

"What is that? Let me take a look."

Qianqian took out a spiritual fruit.

"Fruit of the Fairyland"

The shopkeeper suppressed his fear and became more alert to the man with the strange voice.

"How much do you want to pay?"

“It depends on what price you can offer.”

Seeing that the middle-aged man had a very weak aura, he didn't seem surprised when he heard about the fairy fruit.

The shopkeeper Zhugan was a little unsure.

"If it's just one, we won't use it, so the price is not high. If there are more, we can consider the price."

The bamboo shop owner probed further.

“Price determines how much”

The three eyes of the bamboo shop owner looked in different directions strangely.

"I suspect you are a spy from the fairy world."

As soon as the shopkeeper finished speaking, Qianqian was locked in by several auras.

"It looks like you can't eat it."

Qianqian smiled indifferently.

The growth of a weapon spirit is difficult, but once it grows up, it is really convenient.

The appearance can be changed at will, and spiritual weapons without spirits can be borrowed at any time.

She's really not afraid of anything.

Anyway, so far, she is not afraid.

Qianqian's calmness gave the shopkeeper a lot to think about.

The teleportation array in Fengyun City has not been opened recently. Without the teleportation array, the distance between cities would be extremely long.

I haven't heard of any important figures coming to Fengyun City.

Anyone can feel the pressure from those who can travel between cities without the need for a teleportation array.

Unless he hides his own cultivation.

But those who hide their cultivation cannot enter the city.

The city people are under very strict control.

It can only be said that they are people from several major forces in the city.

If you don’t sell these goodies in your own home shop, then… there are more possibilities.

The shopkeeper thought a lot in an instant, but... it didn't seem to matter. As long as they were not spies from the fairy world, and he received such a large batch of fairy fruits and said that they came from the Chamber of Commerce, who would suspect anything?

The shopkeeper decided to do this business.

The shallow breath that was locked on him disappeared.

"Sir, please be careful. Recently, people from the Immortal Realm have sneaked into our Demon Realm and done many bad things. The City Lord requires everyone to be vigilant."

The bamboo shop owner immediately put on a smile and said, "Also, you know, although this immortal fruit is helpful for the spiritual cultivation of people from the demon world, if the amount is small, the effect will not be great, right?"

Qianqian took out a basket of spiritual fruits and asked, "Can you eat it?"

"I can eat it, I can eat it"

Seeing so many spiritual fruits, the shopkeeper's face was full of smiles.

"Would you like to exchange it for magic crystal or magic fruit?"

"Magic Fruit, what's the exchange rate for each type of magic fruit?"

There are many kinds of spiritual fruits, and there should be many kinds of magic fruits as well.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper was completely relieved.

The exchange price of each magic fruit and spiritual fruit was quoted.

If it were a spy from the fairy world, he would not want the magic fruit, because the magic fruit is harmful to the people in the fairy world.

Only those who exchange magic crystals can use it in the demon world.

Qianqian bargained with the shopkeeper again and finally exchanged for ten kinds of magic fruits, a few of each.

After leaving the shop, Qianqian used the spiritual weapon without a spirit to cross a few streets and shook off the tail behind her. Then she was brought to a big house by the owner of the spiritual weapon.

Taking advantage of darkness, he sealed the aura of a spiritual weapon in the small world, found a tree in the backyard of the mansion, dug a hole, placed the spiritual weapon in the tree hole, and then Qianqian entered his own small world.

In the ocean inside the small world, a separate piece of land was opened up and the magic fruit was planted.

The skill of accelerating the growth of fruits was not lost, and soon a magic fruit tree grew out and bore flowers and fruits.

"Ah, even though I'm an immortal, I still have to weave baskets myself."

Qianqian laughed at herself and started weaving a basket.

After collecting enough magic fruits to fill several storage containers, Qianqian finally created the spiritual weapon of the small world.

After changing their appearance, they sold these magic fruits in different businesses in exchange for a large amount of magic crystals.

No wonder I thought Xiao Lan's voice was strange at first. It turned out to be from the demon world. Fortunately, I learned the demon language from Xiao Lan. I also wandered around the demon world for a few days, and I could speak the demon language fluently.

Feeling relieved, Qianqian sorted out the information she had obtained.

I also tried to absorb the magic crystal, and it worked.

There are some different things in the body's meridians, and the clothes on the Nascent Soul are no longer colorful, but have a little black and gold.

In order not to forget the language of the fairy world, Qianqian still watches movies frequently. Not only that, she also adds her own magic language to the movies.

I am now a person who can speak multiple languages. Although the magic language is a bit difficult and I only know some daily expressions, it is enough.

Although they can all communicate through spiritual consciousness, language can easily conceal their identities, right?

Speaking of identity, Qianqian was really worried. The identity in the demon world was strictly controlled, and it was very difficult to get a legitimate identity.

But as long as you have the will, there is a way...

Qianqian placed the spiritual weapon of the small world where she hid herself in a clinic in the demon world.

While learning the living habits and language of the people in the demon world, he also imitated the aura of the people in the demon world.

While... waiting for the right dead person.

I want someone who is almost dead, but not completely dead yet.

People who don’t have obvious demonic energy on them cannot practice. Those people cannot practice.

People with too much demonic energy...are unlikely to die in the clinic.

Being too poor...is not acceptable either.

A person with a bit of demonic energy cannot be too poor.

Even if someone was guarding him before he died... that wouldn't work either. There would be no time to disguise himself or change clothes, and he would be easily discovered.

Do you want to kill one at random?

Qianqian is getting impatient waiting. It’s so complicated to get an identity.

I am a human being, not a real devil. Qianqian cursed herself, and at worst she could find a bad guy to kill.

Fortunately, Qianqian finally got a chance.

"This Miss Zhang has such a hard life."

A young girl who was sent here sparked discussion among everyone.

"Yes, it originally had a bright future, but it turned out to be a tragedy."

"What do you mean by 'extreme joy leads to sorrow'? What do you know? There are only three places to be sent to Jincheng. If Miss Zhang is missing, won't other ladies have a chance?"

"What were the Zhang family thinking? Why didn't they save their young lady at home but sent her to the hospital?"

"You don't know this, right? Miss Zhang's stepmother is here. She was injured outside. Her stepmother was afraid that she would die at home and not be able to explain herself, so she sent her to the hospital."

"Does that mean she will have nothing to do with dying in the clinic?"

"Yes, haven't you seen doctors being invited to our clinic one after another? When Miss Zhang's father asks about it, this stepmother did her best. After she was sent to our clinic, doctors were invited, right? The people who take care of Miss Zhang are not her stepmother's people, right? We are the ones who are responsible for the medicine, and there may be no one to replace it, right?"

The guy's discussion aroused Qianqian's interest, and he finally found a suitable identity.