After transmigrating into the book, I became the little sun of the crazy villain.

Every three months, Qingyun City holds a cultivator market where people can trade all sorts of rare items that are not usually available.

Yun Zhao wanted to buy a scabbard for Fu Guang and Yin Xue Yi Jian, but they had been in the city for an hour and still hadn't reached the magical artifact stall.

because……

Qi Yan was carrying a bunch of snacks in his arms. Yun Zhao, that fickle woman, would throw the old ones at him whenever she saw something new.

“There are also candied hawthorns,” Yun Zhao bought two skewers. “Qi Yan, you should try some.”

Qi Yan looked disgusted. "I'm not eating it."

Low-grade spiritual fruit, dipped in sticky syrup, doesn't look like it at all...

After swallowing the last hawthorn, Qi Yan used a cleansing spell to clean her hands. "It's alright, barely edible."

"I see," Yun Zhao said regretfully, taking back the spirit stones. "Then I won't buy any more. I was planning to buy them all and save them to eat slowly."

Qi Yan: "..."

Yun Zhao chuckled, "Just kidding."

After this experience, Yun Zhao discovered that Qi Yan liked sweet and sour food, making it easier to feed him and increase his favorability in the future!

Yun Zhao arrived smoothly at the place where magical artifact stalls were gathered, without encountering a single troublemaker. He was a little disappointed, thinking he might run into a scene from a novel.

In response, Qi Yan said, "Look at what you're wearing. You should read less storybooks in the future."

Yun Zhao shrugged.

indeed.

They were dressed in the robes of direct disciples of the Qingyun Sect; who would dare to provoke them?

Yun Zhao put away the trinkets he had bought and focused intently on finding the sword sheath.

After looking around for a while, they finally found one.

The cultivator selling sword sheaths greeted them warmly: "Are you two looking to buy sword sheaths? Take a look at mine, I have a wide variety."

Yun Zhao glanced at them briefly; they came in all sorts of types and materials.

She pulled Qi Yan down to squat down and slowly look for something she liked, and even asked Qi Yan to take out the Blood Drinker to try it out.

"How will you know if it suits you if you don't try? Hurry up!"

"Just buy any one," Qi Yan said impatiently, taking out Yin Xue. "You pick one for Yin Xue."

After saying that, he strolled over to a nearby stall to look at magical artifacts.

Yun Zhao ignored him and enthusiastically compared the sword sheath with the Bloodthirst sword, finally choosing the most suitable silver-white sword sheath.

After he made his choice, Qi Yan returned just then. He paid with spirit stones to buy the scabbard. "What about yours?"

“Fu Guang is still the same,” Yun Zhao shrugged. “I’ll buy a scabbard after I figure out a way to restore it to its original state.”

If the spirit sword and its scabbard have an odd color scheme, she'll really go crazy!

Qi Yan glanced at the remaining sword sheaths and picked out a golden one. "This one suits Fu Guang quite well."

The cultivator seized the opportunity and said, "Fellow Daoist has excellent taste! These two are a matching set, a couple's set!"

"If you want both, I'll give you a discount."

Qi Yan paid without saying a word, and Yun Zhao touched the golden scabbard. "How do you know it suits Fu Guang? Have you seen it before?"

"Of course I've seen it," Qi Yan glanced at her sideways, "I have a wound on my left shoulder, it's from that stab, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

When did this happen?!

Yun Zhao couldn't find any relevant memories, so he changed the subject: "Well, it looks like there's a clothing store over there, let's go take a look."

She pulled Qi Yan over and picked out several pieces of clothing in one go.

The Qingyun Sect will provide disciples with clothing, but they need to purchase their own everyday clothes.

Yun Zhao thought that righteous people liked to wear white clothes, so she had Qi Yan try on a white one. It was indeed good, and the gloomy aura was dispelled a lot.

“This one looks good too,” Yun Zhao said excitedly. “Try it on quickly.”

Yun Zhao had Qi Yan try on all the clothes she had chosen, and she came to the conclusion that it wasn't the clothes that looked good, but rather Qi Yan who looked good in them.

So Yun Zhao waved his hand and said, "I'll take them all!"

They emptied half the store, but all the items were men's clothing. Qi Yan changed back into her disciple's robes. "Aren't you going to buy anything?"

Yun Zhao sighed, "Me? I won't buy it. I'm a little short on funds lately, so you should use it first."

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything. He just silently handed Yun Zhao a storage bag.

"what is this?"

“There are spirit stones in the sect’s supplies,” Qi Yan snorted. “I have money, I won’t spend yours.”

Yun Zhao couldn't help but chuckle: "Qi Yan..."

“Junior Brother Qi has probably never been to the Brocade Robe Pavilion before,” Song Zhiyuan said as he walked in, fanning himself with a fan. “Your spirit stones are not enough to buy these clothes.”

Qi Yan witnessed a dramatic change in expression on the spot. He watched as Yun Zhao's face instantly fell: "What's it to you?"

Song Zhiyuan paused in his fanning motion. "I was just reminding Junior Brother Qi."

Yun Zhao rolled her eyes. "Do I need you?"

Qi Yan watched coldly, and he felt that Yun Zhao disliked Song Zhiyuan even more than he did.

"Senior Sister Yun, Senior Brother was just being kind."

Xue Huairui whispered behind Song Zhiyuan, "If you don't have enough spirit stones, I have some here."

Facing Xue Huairui, Yun Zhao was not so cold. "Thank you, Junior Sister Xue, but it's not necessary."

The shopkeeper, who was standing in the background, said weakly, "Sir, these cost a total of 21,800 mid-grade spirit stones. I'll round it down to 20,000 for you."

Looking at the mountain of clothes, Song Zhiyuan grew increasingly displeased. "Twenty thousand mid-grade spirit stones, Yun Zhao, you really are generous."

He didn't care about a few clothes; it was just that in the past, all this care and affection belonged exclusively to him.

Now that it has been given to someone else, and Qi Yan, whom he despises most in his life, Song Zhiyuan's resentment has only grown stronger.

“What are you saying?” Yun Zhao crossed his arms. “Of course I’m generous. Qi Yan is my junior brother. I’m willing to spend as much as I can on him.”

"If I were to spend a low-grade spirit stone on someone, my heart would ache terribly."

Yun Zhao clutched his chest, looking distressed.

Song Zhiyuan froze for a moment, then said calmly, "At least you were kind to me, Junior Sister. For my sake, you went to the dungeon every day to visit that inhuman thing, just to tease him and make me laugh."

[Affection level -20, current affection level 7]

Yun Zhao: "!"

Song Zhiyuan! I'll fuck your mother!

Her hand was suddenly grabbed by Qi Yan, whose gaze was deep. "Senior sister, it's getting late, we should go back."

“Of course,” he said with a smirk, “if you want to chat with Senior Brother Song a little longer, I’m happy to wait.”

Yun Zhao quickly waved his hand, "What's there for me to talk about with him? Let's go."

Just kidding, if I say another word, my favorability rating will drop to zero!

She ignored Song Zhiyuan, took Qi Yan's hand and left. When they reached an alley, Qi Yan let go of her hand.

Yun Zhao asked cautiously, "Qi Yan, are you unhappy?"

Her favorability rating dropped so much all of a sudden; she worked so hard to raise it!

See? That's why she dislikes Song Zhiyuan. He can't say anything nice, and he's dragging her down with him for no reason!

Yun Zhao wanted to cry but had no tears.

Qi Yan pursed her lips. "Are you being nice to me because you're angry with him?"

Yun Zhao was taken aback: "What?"