I have been assisting these years

It seems that the demon souls that appear in the revived Wangcheng have a certain time limit, but the revived Wangcheng is still brightly lit, but there are no false living creatures anymore.

Qi Jin is very energetic, she is totally here as a tourist.

Just now, she passed by many shops along the way, including wine sellers, various snacks, and even jewelry with the characteristics of the monster race. If she was not busy running for her life, she would definitely have time to go shopping one by one.

It is now.

Feng Changyu followed behind Qi Hou.

The long street is wide and brightly lit, and the vendors and pedestrians disappear, leaving only these goods.

Turned into a bustling empty city.

Qi Jin felt as if she had reserved the venue, and her joy was dotted between her brows, without concealing it.

Even Feng Changyu's mood couldn't help but lighten up.

This kind of character is really rare.

Qi Jin never seemed to be afraid, all she showed was impatience.

Crowds of ghosts swarmed up, she yelled that I was so scared, she was the first one to rush up.

When the First World War was over, she became even more impatient with the stumps on the ground, as if it was unbearable to touch the dead body with the tip of her shoe, causing her to jump up and down, which was extremely funny.

Lu Yuanxing was also bumped by her, and the star gate disciple who looked like a sick and beautiful boy had no tolerance for his fellow practitioners, and sprayed a string of harsh ridicules at Qi Jin.

Qi Jin patted the repair robe, he didn't bother to talk to Lu Yuanxing, who was held up in a posture that seemed a bit bullying, left an apology without the slightest sincerity, and walked away.

"Feng Changyu, what do you think of this?"

Qi Jin picked up a ring made of unknown hair, and tried it on his fingers one by one.

The revival of Wangcheng is quite interesting, and it cannot be compared with ordinary illusions.

It's a city's own self-deception, so it's true even if it's extremely fake.

Qi Jin didn't like to call Senior Sister Feng Changyu very much, it easily made her think of another person.

Besides, Feng Changyu doesn't look like a senior sister in appearance, at most, her cultivation base and aura are much higher than ordinary people, which makes people ignore her appearance.

However, Qi Jin still gave Feng Changyu a lot of face in front of others. They belonged to senior sisters and senior sisters. When it was just the two of her, she preferred to call her full name directly.

At this time, she was standing in front of a small stall, with a fish-shaped lamp above her head, and the shadow of the lamp fell on her hair.

Qi Jin said to himself, "This hair is so soft, do the monsters like to collect their own hair to do this? It's boring to sell in the monsters, don't everyone have hair?... Huh It seems that there is no hair..."

She used to like to wear all kinds of buns, probably because of Shuzheng.

Now it's a simple bun on the top, not complicated at all, not even as good as some male monks.

What can be distinguished slightly is that there are still strands of braids in her hair, which are tied with some silk thread, and they are shining with silver light.

As she lowered her head, the flickering silver light also flowed, like a galaxy of stars entangled in her hair.

"what about this?"

Qi Jin stretched out his hand again, took out a braided bracelet, and put it on his left wrist.

She has quite a lot of bracelets, the one on her right is worn since she was a child, and the other is her epee Qianqiu.

"The color is a little too plain."

Feng Changyu gave a pertinent evaluation, but heard Qi Jin snort.

"I'm not you, I like those fancy things."

She likes to wrong people, obviously she also likes fancy things.

If it was Su Mingzhen, he would have stretched out his hand to break Qi Jin's shoulder long ago, turning him around to argue with the other party.

But Feng Changyu had never had this kind of experience of hanging out with others, this feeling was so novel, she just followed Qi Jin's side, never leaving her.

When Qi Jin turned around, he almost ran into each other.

"No, can you stand on the sidelines?" Qi Jin felt that apart from Feng Changyu's high cultivation and good looks, he was not only weird, but also unable to take care of himself.

"Don't look at me," Qi Jin couldn't bear this look, and felt that he had become lively. Feng Changyu's veil went somewhere, this person must have more than one veil, and he didn't know how to wear it. .

I have no idea what harm this has done to the victim.

"Here, try this."

Qi Jin handed it over to Mao Maochai.

The inside is still a piece of wood, but the outside is fluffy, and there is a pearl on the end of the hairpin.

It's actually a bit earthy.

Qi Jin didn't expect Feng Changyu to wear it. She looked at Qi Jin, her lips raised, her eyebrows curved, and she asked, "Does it look good?"

Of course it looks good.

Qi Jin sighed, a beauty looks good no matter what she wears, unlike her.

She didn't know what the Yaozu used to trade, so she put a piece of broken silver on the stall, pointed to the wine shop with banners flying in the distance, "Want to drink?"

Feng Changyu still stared at her, she seemed very happy, so she hummed.

Qi Jin pursed his lips, feeling like he was taking care of a child.

Qi Jin used to drink a lot before, but Yuqingque banned alcohol, so she always went down the mountain to drink by herself.

She didn't dare to drink spirits like Sending Spring Breeze. After all, it was rumored that a monk could be drunk for three years in one sip, and the price was a bit high.

She usually drinks sweet wine like Jiang Qingyue Bugu. The names of the wines here are all weird, too elegant and confusing.

I didn't expect Yao to like this too. She looked at the wooden sign in the restaurant and sighed: "It's normal to learn from others and learn from others."

Feng Changyu didn't know why, so he followed Qi Jin's gaze.

They are all wine names such as Jichunfeng.

"The wind and snow don't blow the mountain, it sounds so cold, forget it."

"Everything turns around in vain? It's so miserable after a drink, forget it."

"Hate Zhu Nian? What is it? Can't it be normal?"

……

Standing beside Qi Jin, Feng Changyu listened to this junior sister's chatter, and finally gave a wow and said good.

She looked up, and there was red paper pasted on the jar of wine, the paper had faded quite a bit, but the brush writing on it was still clear, and there were four words written on it——

Really delicious.

Qi Jin walked over, bent down and picked up the small altar on the ground, "That's all."

She hugged a jar, looked at Feng Changyu, and asked hesitantly, "Do you want to drink?"

Fortunately, it was at the foot of the mountain, and she would definitely not dare to ask Feng Changyu to drink it in the palace. After all, she was her master's precious apprentice, and she would definitely wipe the moon wheel by herself again.

Feng Changyu has never drank alcohol, even if she grew up in that place, she is just an ornamental thing, and she is not a person in the eyes of others. She has the treatment that many people don't have, and she has never touched the things that many people enjoy. .

She thought she had no sorrow or joy for everything, but she was still eager to try at this moment.

"drink."

She took the wine that Qi Jin handed over, but was a little embarrassed, Qi Jin opened it and drank it with the wine jar in his arms.

The wine dripped down her chin, she wiped it casually with her hand, and muttered, "Is this really wine? It tastes good, why does it feel like soda?"

She looked at Feng Changyu and still hesitated, "Don't drink, put it down if you don't drink."

She stretched out her hand to grab it, but Feng Changyu turned around to avoid her hand, imitating Qi Jin's appearance and pouring water on the altar, Qi Jin was stunned by that courage.

She watched Feng Changyu drink a small pot, and even wiped her mouth with her sleeve like her, and said something good.

Qi Jin: "Master, Senior Sister, are you alright?"

There is always a kind of uneasiness of conscience that spoils good students.

"nothing."

Feng Changyu sat next to Qi Jin, and finally opened another altar.

Qi Jin felt that she had been greatly shocked today. Feng Changyu's character set collapsed again and again. He was a completely new character with the name of the protagonist.

Let’s say she is glamorous and noble, cold is indirect, Shu Leng is with other disciples, it’s okay in front of her, Yan is the feeling of her face without a veil, it’s true.

high?About the same height as her.

Expensive means that it looks very expensive, and it seems that it costs a lot of money to raise it.

And a little silly.

I feel like I've never seen the world before, but just now Qi Jin turned around, Feng Changyu is fresher than her, and I can't wait to try every one of them, maybe it's because Qi Jin is here, and I still feel a little bit embarrassing.

In the end, Qi Jin had to give him a step up.

Anyway, the fake royal city, the fake things, you can drink it and feel it.

Qi Jin is also casual.

She can drink quite well, Feng Changyu was sitting while drinking, it was really delicious, so she went to open the altar to send spring breeze.

Liquor really deserves its reputation. In those days when the three clans were not completely separated, Jichunfeng was a famous liquor.

Even if it was fake wine, it was so strong that Qi Jin trembled all over.

……

The time of Wangcheng's recovery has passed beyond calculation. During this period, Qi Jin experienced the days of being chased by others. He was arrested all the way. Feng Changyu followed her, and this person thought it was funny. Half of them were generously sponsored by Feng Changyu.

Her senior sister has always been not very social, and her disciples dare not approach her because of her majesty. Su Mingzhen sucked away all the popularity of her peers, and finally retreated alone.

He is still the son of a ghost, and he is kept in a cage like an animal.

Qi Jin felt miserable, so he didn't get angry with Feng Changyu, and taught her how to touch the fox's tail without pulling his hair bald.

Feng Changyu felt embarrassed at first, but later he let go and had more fun than Qi Jin.

It was Qi Jin who turned into a mess.

Qi Jin: I'm so sorry.

But she could feel that she was really happy.

She had a wine jug on her waist, and was about to jump up the stairs when the buildings in the city started moving around again, and she had no time to avoid it, so she just fell down.

Feng Changyu was one step ahead of her, and when he turned around, he found that Qi Jin was gone.

The entire building of the demon city moved around, rumbling, and the demons chasing them seemed to be terrified, as if something was about to come out.

"Junior Sister!"

Feng Changyu shouted, "Qi Wujin!"

But no one responded to her, and no one lazily said why are you barking so loudly, I am not deaf anymore.

After the yellow sand, it is still prosperous.

But the pattern changed again and again, and she didn't know where to find that figure.

But Qi Jin fell and finally fell to the ground with a bang, and when he stood up, he rubbed his butt and cursed.

As a result, I heard a familiar male voice, tentatively asking——

"Senior sister, is that you?"

It was extremely dark, Qi Jin took out a night pearl, and saw Wen Xuanqing, followed by a group of people with scars.

Compared with Qi Jin's intactness, it is simply too horrible to look at.

"What's the matter with you? What about the expedition?"

Wen Xuanqing didn't rush to answer, but instead looked around Qi Jin, but couldn't find Feng Changyu, "Where's Elder Sister?"

Qi Jin snorted, "I fell by myself, she is probably still on it."

"Don't worry about her, as long as she doesn't faint suddenly, she will be fine."

Wen Xuanqing seemed hesitant to speak, but Qi Jin couldn't hold back and punched the other party, "Say what you have to say."

"It hurts, Senior Sister," Wen Xuanqing hissed, and Yu Ling hurriedly pulled Wen Xuanqing over and took a look at Qi Jin.

That glance was slightly hostile, and Qi Jin was stunned for a moment, and then heard Wen Xuanqing say: "Senior Sister is not here, and we, Senior Sister, are more dangerous."

They were ashamed, Lu Yuanxing's face was as white as a ghost, and Ji Wanfeng seemed to be injured...

"Below..."

"This is the Demon King's Underground Palace."

Wen Xuanqing's expression was solemn, and he covered his heart. When he entered the demon city, he felt a strong sense of discomfort. After the king city recovered, they fell directly into the demon king's underground palace.

But without Feng Changyu and Qi Jin in the group, he became the backbone, and he had to cheer up.

Qi Jin glanced around, the deep underground palace, the ever-burning lights were on and off, and there were some strange noises, which made one's hair stand on end.

"You eat this first."

Qi Jin took out a Rejuvenation Pill, and seeing the injuries on these people, she knew that they probably didn't bring anything with them, and they used up what they had with them.

Moreover, the revival of Wangcheng has restrictions on monks' skills, making it even more difficult to move forward.

She handed it to Wen Xuanqing naturally, and Wen Xuanqing followed suit.

Yu Ling seemed to want to say something, Wen Xuanqing reached out and touched the other party's head, "It's Senior Sister, not an illusion."

After all, the only one who can take out the energy recovery pill so casually is the living Second Senior Sister.

The author has something to say: Wen Xuanqing: I hate the second generation of immortals.