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She was originally a lily in this house. The previous owner had moved away decades ago. The house was suddenly sold a few years ago, and that person only came once.

He placed these landscape paintings in the house and left.

Later, she discovered that these paintings were full of spiritual energy, so she often went in to practice. "This spring, someone came to me and said he needed money and asked me to help him, so I gave these paintings to me."

"Those men will come on their own as long as I beckon them. They don't need me to seduce them." The lily fairy sneered contemptuously.

"Who ordered you to do that?" Song Mi asked.

"I don't know him. He's a young man with some difficulty walking." The Lily Fairy had never seen her from the front, but judging from her profile, she should be quite good-looking.

But his temperament was too gloomy, and there was a big monster beside him, so she didn't dare to act rashly even though she was curious.

The man with mobility problems, Mr. Li that Zhang Yuling mentioned also has mobility problems.

Who exactly is this Mr. Li?

Is he raising money?

According to Li Mei, the amount is not low. What does he need so much money for?

The Lily Demon agreed to that man at that time, firstly for the spiritual energy of these landscape paintings, and secondly to absorb the essence of those humans to help herself practice quickly.

Little is known about that person's specific identity.

Song Mi sent her back to her original body - the pink lily in the vase, and took away several paintings on the wall.

"Mr. Li, I will definitely find out." Li Mei looked at the lily and wanted to crush it and step on it a few times.

But since Song Mi wanted to take her away, she had to give Si Qicheng this face.

Li Mei went out wearing high heels. Song Mi looked at the flower fairy and thought she had to go to her old place.

"It's getting late, we have to go back." Si Qicheng reminded.

Only then did Song Mi notice that it was already dark outside. Time didn't seem to pass quickly in the painting, but he didn't expect it to pass so quickly outside.

Are there separate little worlds within these paintings?

Song Mi walked to the door and lay on the ground, waiting obediently for her little wolf cub to get up.

Si Qicheng looked at the distance and remembered the voice that had just reminded them. He then looked carefully at the puppy's fur, which was pure white and even glowed silver under the light.

This can't be an ordinary dog. "What breed is this?"

Song Mi smiled and glanced at him, "This is a wolf demon."

"..." Si Qicheng saw ghosts a while ago, and now he's seeing monsters again? But... "Isn't it illegal to keep a wolf?"

Looking at the drizzling autumn rain outside, the person sent by Uncle Li to pick them up had not arrived yet, so the two had to stay in this house for a while.

"No one usually recognizes that he is a wolf." Song Mi walked into the house and sat on the sofa. The little wolf cub obediently closed the door for them to prevent the cold wind from blowing in.

"So his real name is Xiaoying?" Si Qicheng looked at it strangely.

"Jiu Bian!" The little wolf cub chuckled and came between the two of them, wagging his tail. "My name is Jiu Bian!"

"No wonder it's so cunning." Song Mi poked its little claws that were clinging to him.

"I'm still a child, how could I have any bad intentions, hehe." Jiu Bian didn't blush at all.

In the strange old house, there was still a faint floral scent in the air. Si Qicheng watched Song Mi hugging Jiu Bian and rubbing him, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled up.

Song Mi raised her head and smiled at him. Her usually cold eyes and brows were now gentle as water. A tiny petal landed lightly on the tip of her raised nose. She smiled, charming and refreshing.

He couldn't help but reach out and wanted to remove the charming petal on the tip of her nose.

Song Mi, who was holding Jiu Bian, smelled the sudden strong fragrance of flowers. He looked up and saw the lily velvet flower trembling restlessly, and patted the flower with one hand.

It was because of her leaning forward that Si Qicheng's outstretched hand touched her cheek.

The flower demon was slapped by Song Mi and retracted the demonic power that he had secretly released. Si Qicheng woke up instantly, but his hand was already on Song Mi's face.

Si Qicheng's hand was a little cold, and his palm just touched Song Mi's lower lip, which was warm and soft. Her face was also gentle and smooth.

It reminded him of the smooth, delicate feel of ceramic crafts he made in school. It wasn't like... it was more like a warm, freshly peeled, white, tender egg, even gentler...

Song Mi was also stunned and didn't open her hand for a moment. The familiar cool touch evoked some long-lost and vague memories in her.

There once was a person who liked to hold her face like this and always said something to her.

But what did he say? I don't remember.

"Cough cough cough!" A sudden voice sounded at the door.

Song Mi came back to her senses and pushed his hand away, her eyes dodging. But Si Qicheng didn't miss her eyes. At that moment, her eyes were really gentle and affectionate.

But, she didn't seem to be looking at herself.

So who is she looking at?

Song Mi stood up and looked at the person who came. The young man was standing at the door with a slender figure.

He was in his early twenties, but there was a cunning and deep light between his eyebrows. A small mole under his left eyelid added a bit of charm to his shrewd appearance.

The cold wind blew in with him, bringing a chill into the house.

Just as he was thinking about Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived. Song Mi held Jiu Bian, who was shrinking his head, in his arms, "Master Liu."

Liu Ye's eyes lit up with surprise, "I'm truly honored that you still remember me, sir."

Song Mi whispered, "Master Liu cherishes his appearance. Other snakes shed their skins to improve their cultivation, but Master Liu always maintains his beauty."

Liu Ye let out a low laugh, "Your Excellency understands me, so I can speak now."

Liu Ye pointed to the flower demon and four landscape paintings on her desk and said, "I want all five of them. Your Excellency, please name a price."

Liu Ye is a local immortal who got the opportunity to become the owner of Ji Ling Pavilion, the most famous pawnshop in the world of cultivation, which is also the largest pawnshop in the world of cultivation.

Liu Ye and Song Mi have known each other for thousands of years.

"How much has Mr. Liu come up with?" Song Mi asked.

Liu Ye thought for a moment, "Ten million, what do you think, sir?"

"Eighty million." Song Mi said, "No price negotiation."

"..." Liu Ye's smile almost faded, "Sir, I'm just a small business, your price is too high."

"Forget it, I'm afraid it will be too much if I take it to the black market." Song Mi said as he was about to pick up the things on the table and take them away.

"Fifty million."

"The people who are picking us up are here." Song Mi saw the Si family's car stopped outside and the driver was about to get out.

Liu Ye gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, 80 million is 80 million."

Only then did Song Mi feel satisfied and exchanged WeChat with him, sent him the account number, and waited until he transferred the money before giving him the things.

Liu Ye's heart broke when he saw the string of numbers. The driver was already standing at the door with an umbrella. When Si Qicheng stood up, Liu Ye noticed him with a sad look in his eyes.

Liu Ye's snake eyes suddenly became deep and mysterious like a cold mirror, exploring him. When his gaze turned to Song Mi, it became clear again.

Liu Ye, a complete stranger to him but who seemed to be of a prominent status, actually bowed to him.