klisemfg Chapter 220 Shopping
Chapter 220 Shopping
"Bang bang bang!"
Just as Lin Chuan was about to go to Bai Zhi's room to learn from her skills, there was a sudden knock on the door.
This unexpected sound was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heartstrings.
"Why did you react so strongly? Are you afraid that Xu Hanyi will suddenly come back?"
Seeing Lin Chuan's big reaction, Bai Zhi frowned slightly, her eyes full of concern and confusion.
"..."
"How is that possible?" Lin Chuan waved his hands, a hint of unnaturalness flashing across his face.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you when Xu Hanyi comes back."
Bai Zhi spoke softly, then slowly took Lin Chuan's hand and walked towards the door.
With a creak, the door slowly opened. Lin Wanxi, dressed in a gorgeous black gauze dress, stood quietly at the door.
Her eyes seemed to contain two burning flames, and her gaze was scorching and fixed on Lin Chuan beside Bai Zhi with an unmistakable eagerness.
"Young Master." Lin Wanxi called softly.
"Why don't you take a good rest, Wanxi?"
Seeing that the person coming was Lin Wanxi, Lin Chuan couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
Lin Wanxi's cheeks flushed, her eyes full of anticipation. She stared at Lin Chuan without blinking, her voice soft and sticky: "This is your first time in the Demon Tribe. I want to show you around."
After she finished speaking, she unconsciously tugged at the corners of her clothes with both hands and lowered her head slightly, looking nervous and expecting to be answered.
"..."
Bai Zhi suddenly felt that her luck today was a little bad.
"Wanxi, be good. I... I have something else to do. Can we go shopping next time?"
Lin Chuan came to Lin Wanxi, reached out and gently rubbed her head, saying apologetically.
A trace of disappointment flashed across Lin Wanxi's eyes. Her long eyelashes drooped like two petals hit by frost. Her voice unconsciously lowered: "Okay..."
But soon, she raised her head again, a glimmer of hope rekindled in her eyes, and looked at Lin Chuan, and asked softly: "Does the young master need any help?
Lin Chuan: ...
Bai Zhi:? ? ?
"Ahem, there's no need for this. Wanxi, be good. Let's do % next time, okay?"
Lin Chuan forced a slightly stiff smile, his eyes full of comfort.
"Okay then, but please hurry up, the dinner is about to start."
Lin Wanxi nodded slightly. Although there was still some loss in her eyes, she still responded obediently.
"This……"
Lin Chuan looked embarrassed and hesitated for a moment, his eyes wandering between Lin Wanxi and Bai Zhi.
"Since the dinner is about to start, why don't we go shopping together first? We can get busy later."
At this moment, Bai Zhi opened her red lips and her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze.
As she spoke, she smiled and took Lin Wanxi's hand affectionately, like a pair of close sisters. Lin Wanxi was stunned at first, and then a faint smile appeared on her face.
The two walked side by side, talking in low voices from time to time, and their silver bell-like laughter gently rippled in the air.
Lin Chuan followed them silently, his eyes wandering over the two of them from time to time. The three of them shuttled between the pavilions and towers of the Demon Palace, strolling around leisurely.
……
In a slightly dim inn, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it.
"Isn't this just a suicide mission?! We're going to die anyway, so we might as well just rebel!"
A middle-aged burly man with fangs slammed the table suddenly. The thick wooden table made a loud "bang" sound, and the dishes and chopsticks on the table shook violently.
His eyes were wide open, his eyes were bloodshot, the muscles on his face were twisted with anger, and the blue veins on his neck were throbbing like winding snakes.
"Pig King, be careful. Every generation of Demon Kings has always been protected by a force. If we rebel, not only will we fail, but our clan will also be liquidated. It's better for one of us to die than for our entire clan to be buried with us, right?"
A woman with an enchanting figure stuck out her scarlet tongue and slowly licked her palm. Her voice was soft but with a hint of coldness.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, with a hint of warning in her eyes, and her slender fingers gently stroked the table, as if outlining some invisible threat.
"I think Catwoman is right. If we give it a try, we might still have a chance of survival. At worst, our family can still be saved."
A horse-faced man echoed this, his neck hunched, his eyes shifting, as if he were weighing the pros and cons.
The Pig King frowned, a trace of struggle and unwillingness flashing in his eyes. He snorted heavily: "That being said, don't you forget how the old Demon King died?"
Catwoman's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile. Her eyes were like hooks, staring at the Pig King straight in the eye. "So, Pig King, are you going to break up the group again? I heard you've even gathered your troops."
"..."
As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell into dead silence.
"You act like you're so clean. Why do you think a cat smells so strongly of fox?"
After a long time, the Pig King sneered, and his laughter was full of disdain and contempt. His eyes were fixed on Catwoman, as if he wanted to see through her.
When Catwoman heard this, her charming expression froze for a moment, and a hint of anger and shame flashed in her eyes, but she quickly returned to her gentle appearance.
She twisted her waist slightly and said in a coquettish tone, "If the Pig King can become the Demon King, I can also smell like the Pig King.
"Be quiet, everyone. Anyone who says another word before the target arrives will die."
In the corner, a scarred man spoke coldly, his voice seemed to come from an ice cellar, revealing a bone-chilling chill.
……
Outside the inn, the inky sky was like an overturned inkstone, thick and oppressive. Heavy rain poured down, bean-sized raindrops hitting the ground, splashing layers of water, as if the earth were weeping.
A graceful girl walked slowly out of the rain, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
The red skirt fluttered in the wind and rain, like a burning flame, and was particularly eye-catching in the gray rain curtain.
"let's start."
The girl opened her red lips slightly, and although her voice was not loud, it seemed to penetrate the heavy sound of rain.
In an instant, the light of the formation that was originally hidden under the inn suddenly became brighter, and the light that shot up into the sky was like giant pillars, illuminating the dark rainy night.
At the same time, countless talismans shot out from all directions like sharp arrows, flying towards the demons who had already ambushed in the inn.
"Brother Dao, what's going on? Is the intelligence wrong?"
The Pig King looked at the scarred man in the corner with a puzzled look, his eyes full of questioning and anxiety.
"She's just a little girl in the Nascent Soul stage, nothing to be afraid of."
The scarred man shook his head, then slowly stood up and put his hand on the hilt of the knife. His movements were steady but concealed a fierceness.
In an instant, there was a clear and crisp sound of a sword, like the roar of a dragon or a tiger, suddenly exploding in this small but chaotic inn.
However, at this critical moment, something unexpected happened. A bone-chilling sword intent, as if roaring from the Nine Netherworlds, like an invisible and majestic mountain, instantly suppressed everything around it.
The moisture in the air instantly condensed into ice, which fell to the ground. The inn, which had originally been brightly illuminated by the light of the formation and talismans, was now stained a pale white by the sword intent.
"Oh no, it's Xu Hanyi, we're doomed!"
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