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Manjousha came and went in a hurry, and all she brought to the world was fear and shock and teasing in the eyes of others. However, Jian Wuchen had paid his respects to the Azure Province King and left the Azure Province for the first time. He said that he wanted to return to the Heavenly Sword Hall to investigate the origins of the demon, and with a fist clenched in shame, Lingyun said that his experience was too shallow, that he did not have enough experience, and wanted to continue to travel the world.

Meanwhile, those people whose pride had been thwarted shouted that they would go to the mountains and find some monsters to show off their power as human beings!

Everyone had their own thoughts and thoughts.

The only similarity was that on the second day, Lin Chenye and the Star Seizer Pavilion had both spread their wealth and were overjoyed …

Qingzhou City was still the same city as before, and people passed by the stalls erected on the streets were the same as usual. Last night's incident might have come from the mouth of the teacher who appraised them, or it might have spread all over the streets of Qingzhou, but Lin Chenye would not say anything more about it.

The small path, which was filled with fatigue, looked extremely strange to the beautiful girl who looked a hundred times more spirited than before. Indeed, there were quite a few people pointing at the small path, discussing whether they should report this person who looked like a peddler or not …

Originally, her face was filled with joy, but looking at this little Raksha spending lavishly, she guessed that this crown prince was definitely going to give her a lot of silver. Looking at the single silver in her hand, she suddenly became extremely angry, and ruefully rubbed the bulging bag on her forehead without saying a word.

Little Raksha's hands were full of delicious food as his cheeks puffed out. "Why don't you look very happy? And what about the wound on your forehead? "Did someone bully you? Tell me, I'll get revenge for you."

Wen Ye glared at him and put his right hand on his waist. He looked like an 'old man' who was about to curse at him, but he knew how to write the word 'disgrace'. He bitterly retrieved the vulgar words that were in his mouth and snorted: "I was scared by her last night and accidentally ran into a pillar."

Little Raksha paused for a moment before bursting out laughing, as if he had heard something extraordinary. Tears welled up in his eyes, and the literary industry was instantly noticed by the people on the street. This shameless path blushed for the first time, then grabbed Little Raksha's hand and ran towards the moat.

There was a thin layer of ice on the surface of the river, while Wenye was silent, looking like a woman who was calculating. When Little Luosha looked at the young man's innocent face, he was like a spring breeze cutting through thin ice, and the corners of his eyes were filled with smiles.

The smile on Little Rakshasi's face gradually widened as the river made her eyes sparkle. A gentle breeze blew into the pool of water, causing ripples to form. The tender love in her eyes seemed to be about to spill out, surrounding the young man in front of her.

"What will you do if that small path outside the door dies?"

Looking at the big bump on Wen Ye's forehead, she suddenly felt a sense of loss. She sighed and imitated him, using her hand to push her head to look at the river surface and said, "Little Taoist, just don't change like this."

Wenye shook his head. "That won't do. I still have a big dream that I haven't fulfilled."

Little Luosha asked, "What kind of ideal? Could it be that he sacrificed himself for the world's people? "

Wen Ye grinned. "I don't have such ambition. I just want to be a rich man and marry her. I want to be favoured every night. It's best if every wife gives birth to ten fat boys and have a full family.

The corners of the originally depressed little Raksha's mouth twitched when he heard this. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head and patted Wen Ye's shoulder as he said, "Dao Lord, good ambition."

Wen Ye looked suspiciously at little Raksha and asked: "Why do you look like a demon after one night? You never asked me this warmly before, what's going on?" Could it be that he wanted to take back that silver? "You know this young master's temperament. What is in my hand is mine. If you want to take it back, that's a hundred times impossible …"

Raksha, who was listening to Wenye's blabbering, did not interrupt him. He said tiredly, "With your temper, I can't afford to offend you. If you use the Raging Flames Talisman to tickle me, I won't be able to take it!"

Just as she was about to mock this little demoness, she only saw her open her palm, and a faint purple sound of her heart beating incessantly. Her expression did not change as she pointed to this purple sound and asked, "Is this what you wanted?"

Little Raksha sighed and said, "I guess so. However, with my current demonic body, I definitely can't withstand the power of the Fiend Star. If I miss even a single step, I'll fall into the Path of Demon and be doomed to disaster. Moreover, I feel that her thoughts aren't good …"

Manjousha looked at her teasingly with the air of a spectator waiting for a good show, but what was it? Little Raksha was also unable to say anything, but he vaguely felt that there was something hidden in Manjasha's words last night, so he was extremely cautious.

Right now, Little Rakshasi really had the pity of Fiend Star. If he were to break through this demonic energy source, then how could he bring her to the Heaven Gate? Therefore, Wen Ye said with a straight face: "Manzhu Sha is a demon after all, and the things she gives must be carefully considered in order to not make any mistakes. Don't have any ideas about this item for now, we'll see how your cultivation grows in the future."

The little Rakshasi nodded and hid his palms. After looking at the blazing sun in the sky for a long while, he took a deep breath and said, "Little path, tell me. What do you want me to do if I return to the demon clan one day?"

Wenye scratched his head. Looking at the young lady like little Luosha who was confused, he asked in confusion, "Why are you …"

Little Raksha interrupted, "Don't say anymore. I'm just curious. I just felt it. Just tell me what you want me to do."

Wen Ye thought for a moment and said, "We've returned to the demon race, what can I do? The best would be to reward me with a few cities, and let the Demon Emperor bestow me with a Gold Medallion to save my life. It's a good thing that the Demon Clan is tyrannical, to bully both men and women, hehe. "

"Hey, your head!" Little Raksha jumped up from the limestone, viciously hitting Wen Ye's chestnut as if he hated him for not being able to make it. He then laughed and patted Wen Ye's shoulder with a hint of happiness as he said, "Not bad, you can continue to be unambitious and dream the beautiful dream of a rich landowner. Don't keep thinking about living a life that is beneath the heavens. Forget all your knowledge right now."

Wenye was shocked and angry at the same time. Little Raksha, who had always been bullied by him, was now riding on his head. How could he not be angry? Although little Luosha did not know about this, but Wen Ye only felt an incomparably aching pain in his left shoulder. Only then did he realize that the little demon's demonic powers had increased yet again, either because of Zi Yun or because little Luosha had sensed it himself! How could he not be shocked?

Wen Ye knew that he couldn't beat her, so he angrily stood up and ignored the call from little Luosha behind him and headed straight for the remote teahouse. He looked like a kid who had been bullied and wanted to go home to complain to "the lord". However, this "master" had disappeared without a trace. He asked the shop owner of the Slope Shop, but he could not tell where Ye Su went. He only heard her voice last night, as if scolding some beast that had entered the teahouse.

From the bottom of his heart, the literary world did not hate Ye Su. On the contrary, they had a tight appreciation for this ignorant woman from the martial arts world. The literary industry could not deny that if Ye Su did not take care of her, she would have been bullied along the way. Even if she wanted to leave, she should have said her goodbyes. Could it be that she was afraid to let her go?

Although little Raksha's spiritual sense far surpassed his race, he could not detect even a trace of Ye Su's scent in Qingzhou City. Wenye also ridiculed him, "Hang a piece of Ye Su's clothes around Doggie's neck. He's faster than you at finding clothes."

How could little Rakshasi's vengeful temperament not act against Wenye? Therefore, the big bump on Wenye's forehead grew even bigger. Seeing that Ye Su had left without a sound, little Rakshasi also sighed with sorrow as he carved out a puppet of Ye Su, which looked like Nan Nan. "Sister Ye, Lian'er misses you so much …"

That day, Little Raksha and Wen Ye searched through every nook and cranny of Qingzhou City, almost having the cheek to ask the King of Qingzhou to issue a notice. However, the thought came to Wen Ye's mind, perhaps Ye Su's departure was a good thing, although she did not know what happened, the martial arts world was still very fierce, if she allowed Ye Su to continue to follow them, her enemies would come knocking on her door, wouldn't they suffer a disaster?

Very soon, those ambitious scholars were drunk to death in the midst of the flowers and wine. Only on the second day did they drag a belated war horse out of Qingzhou City with a drowsy look on their faces. Little Raksha wasn't so heartless as Wen Ye, so he sat on the horse with his arms crossed and didn't say anything. Wen Ye just smiled and said: "Hitting a horse and rain, let it fall without a sound. Life was like a dream, it was hard to find peace. Everything in the world was like flowing water, and now the flying flowers were filled with regret for their love. He saw the west wind again! The flowers fall with the wind. "