"Where did Xiaoxue go? It's hard to get here. There are so many delicious and fun places, and he didn't even go shopping with us."

Ding Lanlan was holding a box of popped corn dipped in sugar and two special skewers in her hands, walking along the damp street with Lin Yin.

"Don't worry about her. Although she is young, she is the strongest among us. No one can bully her." Lin Yin was fascinated by the colorful glazed lanterns and pulled Latin Lanlan's sleeve, "

Look at that man, he seems to be looking at us all the time."

Outside a store with brightly colored lights on the side of the street, stood a handsome man in white clothes with a handsome figure and wonderful eyebrows.

But when he saw Lin Yin looking at him, he walked over, maintaining a polite but close distance in front of the two girls, with a smile on his lips, he bent slightly and said,

"Ladies and gentlemen, do you want to go sit in the store?" As he spoke, he intentionally or unintentionally opened his open collar, revealing a piece of firm and smooth skin, and whispered in a charming voice.

He said, "I only want two spiritual stones."

Lin Yin and Ding Lanlan, who understood what he meant, were so frightened that they ran away.

When they arrived at a brightly lit place, the two girls gasped, looked at each other, and laughed.

"It's so exciting." Lin Yin grabbed Ding Lanlan and said, "Come and see if I have a nosebleed?"

Ding Lanlan: "Me too, I was shocked."

A large flying magic weapon that looked like a long dragon descended from the sky and stopped on the road in front of the two girls. The dragon head made of black iron was decorated with horns and sideburns, and white smoke continued to emit from the huge nostrils.

The long dragon body is flat, with a long row of chairs fixed back to back.

Countless people came from behind Ding Lanlan and Lin Yin, stepped on the dragon body, sat down on those chairs, and fastened a safety chain. These people were both mortals and monks, and they sat crowded together without distinction.

The giant iron dragon rolled its eyes and looked at Lin Yin and Ding Lanlan who were standing on the side of the road and spoke, "Do you want to come up?"

"No, no, thank you." the two girls stammered.

Tie Long once again blew out white smoke from his nostrils, shook his head and tail, and rose up into the air. He swayed a few times in the night with tall buildings, and quickly disappeared.

"This is the legendary flying magic weapon." The two girls held hands and looked up at the sky.

Among the towering buildings, there is an endless stream of flying magical instruments, interlaced colored glass lanterns, and dreamlike flying projections.

In such a strange foreign land, the once ridiculous little barriers were replaced by stronger feelings of fellow countrymen.

"The towns in the Demon World are so beautiful. They are so dreamy and completely different from what I imagined."

At this moment, the sky is getting late, and the color of the rosy clouds on the sky has become ambiguous. The Fuzhou City at night seems to have changed. The sound of melodious music sounds, and the large mirages of bright lights are lit up one by one. Huge three-dimensional figures appear in the sky.

The city's night sky danced gracefully, and the huge stone sculptures perched high above retreated into the darkness, half-hidden and half-lit.

Thousands of charming flowers, lanterns swaying, and a lot of mud hidden under the glamour.

In a noisy alley mixed with steamed bun shops, medical clinics, bookstores, and teahouses, Zhuo Yu clutched her abdomen and walked down the street with an unhappy look on her face.

Uncle Nian's medical skills are indeed superb. His internal organs were damaged. It was a very serious injury, but now it is basically pain-free. But he really doesn't want to experience the scene of being tied to the operating table just now again.

There was a cry in the muddy and dark alley, and a tall and burly old man grabbed a little boy in ragged clothes and dragged him out.

The boy had slender limbs and stepped on the mud with his bare feet. He was crying and begging, unwilling to move forward. The old man slapped him in the face, leaving a distinct palm mark on his thin little face.

"No, I don't want to go. My mother just left, and there are still young brothers and sisters at home. Please give me a little more time. I will definitely return those two spiritual stones." The boy hugged the old man's legs and said

Begging humbly.

The old man grabbed the boy's slender wrist, lifted him into the air and shook him. He took out a body deed from his arms and said to the people around him, "This is the son I bought with money. No one else cares how I want to be treated."

Do you get it?"

"Buying another son, several children have died in their family every year."

"Oh, I can't control what I can't do."

Passers-by might shake their heads and sigh, but no one would ask anything about it.

The little boy suddenly hugged the old man's arm and bit it hard.

The old man wanted to kick his little body away, but the boy bit his arm and refused to let go no matter how much he was kicked and beaten.

Zhuo Yu passed by the alley where people were crying, and he didn't really want to interfere with the affairs here.

The boy was holding on to the old man's legs, half of his face was swollen, his eyes were crying, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding. He had obviously suffered internal injuries under the old man's careless feet, and he still bit the old man's arm.

Zhuo Yu hesitated for a moment.

The image of the master came to mind. The head master was known for his compassion. If not for this, the master would not have accepted such a controversial disciple.

And he is his master’s disciple.

"How much is he worth? I bought it."

The old man stopped kicking and beating, and looked Zhuo Yu up and down, "If you want it, can you afford ten spiritual stones?"

Zhuo Yu took out ten spirit stones from his storage bag, took the body deed from his hand, lit the fire in his palm and turned it to ashes, turned around and left.

"Benefactor," the boy stumbled to catch up with him and crawled in the mud in front of him, "Benefactor, please wait a moment."

He almost crouched at Zhuo Yu's feet in the most humble posture, carefully raised his eyes, held Zhuo Yu's hand and thanked him, "Thank you, my benefactor, I haven't thanked you yet."

His face was blue and purple, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and swollen. He still tried his best to show a flattering smile.

Zhuo Yu stared at him for a long time without saying a word, then let go of his hand and turned to leave.

The little boy opened his palm and saw a dazzling spiritual stone in his hand. He was overjoyed and hurriedly clenched it. Regardless of the mud on the ground, he kowtowed to express his thanks.

Zhuo Yu walked to the deserted alley and sat down on the stone pier at the entrance. He felt tired for a while. He didn't know whether it was caused by his newly healed body or his floating state of mind.

A side of the alley was suddenly pushed open, and a cold white light shone out. A little girl screamed and rolled out of the door, "Master, I don't dare to eat steamed buns anymore."

Already."

Her master, a thick-waisted female chef, stepped out of the door with a broom and began to swat the girl's head and face.

The little girl, who was only four or five years old, was very alert. She hugged the master's thigh tightly, crying and begging for mercy. "I don't dare anymore. I don't dare anymore. Master, please spare my life."

Her master was about to hit her again, but turned around and saw Zhuo Yu at the entrance of the alley. The muscles on his fat face trembled. He snorted, twisted the girl's ears, closed the door and went in.

Zhuo Yu was stunned for a long time, leaned against the cold stone wall, smiled bitterly, and looked up.

The streets were lined with towering building exteriors, and only a little bit of the sky could be seen. A stone sculpture of a monster squatted high on the building, looking down at him at the entrance of the alley.

He remembered what Zhang Xiaoxue said to him on the ring.

"You are just taking advantage of Master to favor you. You have never seen a child who is really bullied."

"If they want to survive, they can only humbly and carefully put away all their innocence."

So, am I just taking advantage of Master to pamper me? Zhuo Yuku looked into the eyes of the monster stone sculpture above his head.

Which path a person takes in life may sometimes depend on just a little bit of luck.

He suddenly felt that if he had not participated in that competition and had not met those people, perhaps when he met Xu Kun, faced with such temptation and the test of life and death, would he really have reached out and pushed him so hard?

With one blow, Xiao Changge and his Taoist heart were pushed off the cliff.

So now, sitting here, I have already fallen into the devil's path.

I no longer have the face to return to the teacher's school.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Zhuo Yu's back.

"Senior Brother Zhuo, why are you sitting here? It makes it easier for us to find you."

"Let's go, take a walk, come with us."

Cheng Yan and Xiao Changge found him and happily extended their hands to him.

Well, I'll go with you.

Zhuo Yu stood up and said this in his heart.

Cen Qianshan and Mu Xue walked side by side at the ruins of Shimiao Street.

This place is no longer lively and prosperous a hundred years ago. On snowy nights, there are ruins and dead silence everywhere.

There was only the sound of their footsteps on the snow and the mechanical sound of the little puppets.

Qianji held Shan Xiaojin's little hand and walked in front.

"Let me tell you, a hundred years ago, this place used to be a very beautiful place, even more grand than the new city now."

Qianji regarded himself as the owner and introduced the situation here to new friends while walking.

"Did you see that rusty turntable? In the past, as long as you threw coins in, lots and lots of candies would roll out."

"I'll be home soon. I have the latest model of engine oil for you to rub. There is also a silly little guy at home, his name is Xiaoya. I'll introduce him to you when we get there."

Mu Xue stopped in front of a ruins. There was half a broken plaque stuck upside down, mostly buried in the snow, and the word "Niu Ji" could be faintly seen.

A hundred years ago, there was always steaming white smoke here. When I lived alone, in order to save trouble, I would always take a few steamed buns with me when I went home to eat for the day.

"How can a young girl only eat steamed buns every day? Be careful not to get married if you gain weight." The aunt selling steamed buns would occasionally say this with her hands on her hips.

Mu Xue didn't know why her memory suddenly became so clear when she arrived here.

"Aunt Niu has been gone a few years ago." Cen Qianshan stood behind her and said softly, "But Niu Ji Restaurant is still there, and Marshal Niu keeps it open."

The door to the yard next door was pushed open, and warm yellow light shone on the snow in front of the door.
To be continued...