Chapter 67 The stall owner is gone

Now that he knew the truth, Jian Yang forgave Lin Xuanhe's concealment in his heart, and also knew that he didn't want to tell him it was because he didn't want to think too much about it.

but

He was still serious, and solemnly said to Lin Xuanhe, "Don't hide it from me next time, have you ever thought about it, the more you push me to the outside of the truth, the more you hide it from me. It's not such a good thing to say, you saw it, didn't you?"

Lin Xuanhe sighed helplessly, Jian Yang's face was white and tender, and he always looked impolite, but when he was serious, he showed a serious energy, in other words, this person was stubborn very.

"Okay." He responded, as long as he faced Jian Yang, he was always soft-hearted.

Jian Yang told Lin Xuanhe about his encounter with Qi Yang. From Lin Xuanhe's current identity, this matter couldn't be simpler. It would be better to just declare his will and take the person away.

But Jian Yang shook his head: "We can save them for a while, but not for the rest of our lives. Maybe it's not a good thing for us to save them. We can really save ourselves by saving ourselves."

Lin Xuanhe likes Jian Yang's words like "we" very naturally, so he doesn't care too much, it can be said that Jian Yang is happy.

In the end, Lin Xuanhe turned into a little fat bird and squatted on Jian Yang's shoulders.

Jian Yang has been wanting to ask since before, "Why is your disguise a bird?"

Lin Xuanhe answered him with his mind: "It's the Phoenix."

"Is this what Phoenix looks like?" Jian Yang's voice brought a smile, he looked at Lin Xuan and this chubby little lump.

"Otherwise?" Lin Xuanhe said, "I usually don't read the storybook."

Jian Yang: "..."

This is obviously not the fault of the storybook. If you don't believe me, ask others. Even TV dramas don't act like this.

In the end, he gave up worrying about Fat Bird, because he waited for Wen Feng, and when Wen Feng came in, Jian Yang was almost certain that Wen Feng did not lose his memory.

Wen Feng was also stunned when he saw Jian Yang, but he reacted quickly. Although he was holding the appearance of a young Wen Feng, he said gracefully, "Thank you for your kindness to Qi Yang. I will remember this kindness in my heart."

Jian Yang said: "I don't dare to be worthy. It's a lot of effort. You don't need to make promises with your body. You don't need to be a bull or a horse in the world. It's better to make a huge sum of money to ask for help."

Wen Feng: "..."

This is really simple

"It's natural." If it wasn't for Wen Feng's cultivation, he probably wouldn't be able to maintain his relaxed smile at this moment.

Jian Yang told Qi Yang's symptoms of poisoning. He was sure that even if Wen Feng was not a child but the real soul of Wen Feng, he would not be able to save Qi Yang.

But he still stepped back, leaving the two of them alone.

Lin Xuanhe squatted on Jian Yang's shoulder, and Jian Yang brushed his hair: "Go out for a walk?"

Lin Xuanhe asked, "Aren't you going to stay and have a look?"

Jian Yang retorted: "We finally meet, why waste time on them."

What he said was very assertive and could be said to be very willful, but Lin Xuanhe felt a little happy, although his emotions were not revealed.

Next, Jian Yang turned on mixed eating and drinking, watching everyone in a state of urgency.

Qi Yang's poison could not be cured, and it became more and more serious.

When Wen Feng came to see him, Qi Yang was still sleeping. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Qi Yang's face quietly, as if he was afraid of disturbing Qi Yang's rest.

Qi Yang lost weight, lost a lot of weight, Wen Feng frowned in distress, looking at the person lying on the bed, he must make Qi Yang amnesia, he must control Qi Yang not to practice spells, once Qi Yang remembers, will he kill him? own.

In reality, although Qi Yang has always shown an appearance of nothing, but Wen Feng knows that he will not live long, he has been frail and sick since he was a child, and he often suffers from strange diseases. Damn it.

Even if the two of them left the Demon Realm and went to the Cultivation Realm, their lives depended on the immortal grass. Even so, his body would run out of oil lamps and come to an end.

When Qi Yang was about to come to the Magic Lotus Illusory Realm, Wen Feng knew what he was going to do, but it was not worth it at all, he should have died a long time ago, and Qi Yang has sacrificed so much for himself in his life, why should he be punished by himself when it comes to the end? drag.

He has never been so awake in his life as he is now, he will let Qi Yang kill him.

It seemed that he was sensing, Qi Yang's eyelids moved, he opened his eyes, full of precaution and vigilance, Wen Feng hurriedly said, "It's me."

Qi Yang was stunned for a moment, but then calmed down, the whole person put away the fierce look: "Xiaofeng?"

"Well, how are you, are you still suffering?"

Qi Yang shook his head: "It's not uncomfortable."

Wen Feng picked up the medicine on the side and wanted to feed it to Qi Yang: "I made medicine for you, to cure the poison, drink some."

Normally, Qi Yang would drink it without hesitation, but today he made a more uncomfortable appearance: "Xiaofeng, it's good for you to call Sir Jane for me."

Wen Feng's movements stopped for a while, he looked at Qi Yang, but saw that the person kept his head down, the blue color in his eyes, and the pale and thin body, he hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "Okay, drink the medicine first. already."

Qi Yang shook his head: "call Sir Jian first."

Wen Feng suddenly asked inductively, "Qi Yang, why don't you look at me?"

Qi Yang lowered his head and said, "Because, I don't want to drink medicine for the time being."

Wen Feng didn't believe this reason. He had a bad premonition in his heart. He put down the medicine bowl in a bit of fear, and then stretched it out tremblingly and shook it in front of Qi Yang's face.

There was no response, those eyes looked at him without focus, but his face was still calm.

It was rare that he couldn't control his emotions and breathing, but he was caught by Qi Yang at this moment. He stretched out his hand in response, and just held Wen Feng's hand that hadn't retracted. At this moment, Qi Yang knew that he didn't have to hide it.

"Drink the medicine." Wen Feng withdrew his hand and continued what he had just done with a calm expression, except for the trembling voice that leaked out to him.

"Me, drink it yourself." Qi Yang stretched out his hand and tried to grope in the air, but was avoided by Wen Feng.

"I will cure you." Wen Feng reassured him

This magic lotus illusion has a rule. The power of the inner demon is not something that can be touched by killing people. The inner demon must be annihilated when it is stimulated.

He knew that Qi Yang's inner demon was himself, but he didn't know how to successfully stimulate Qi Yang's inner demon. Now, everything can't be rushed.

Qi Yang can't see it anymore. During this time, Jian Yang came here once. If Jian Yang taught Qi Yang to spend his time, he brought books to Qi Yang that the blind could touch, but Wen Feng was always reluctant to let Qi Yang touch it.

He didn't want Qi Yang to feel that he was blind, he chose to read, he would sit next to Qi Yang and read a book from beginning to end.

The patriarch asked the Poison Sage to come back. He heard that he was still developing an antidote, but Wen Feng never planned to rely on him. He himself had already learned 100% of the Poison Sage’s skills, and he had not yet figured out a way to rely on poison. Saint is obviously even more unlikely.

This afternoon, Jian Yang took Lin Xuanhe to go shopping in the city, and the streets of Dusk City were still selling some bizarre things.

Flowers that can leave a sound, bottles that can bounce, boxes that can breathe, he just looks at them and doesn't buy them, but it's very interesting.

Lin Xuanhe said: "If you like it, there are in the palace."

This is not to brag, there are countless treasures accumulated in the treasury over the years, and even more rare than these rare ones.

Jian Yang said: "What's important is the process of just watching and not buying."

Lin Xuanhe: "..."

He began to reflect on what he had missed in order to develop such a bizarre idea as Jian Yang.

Finally, when he reached a stall, Jian Yang was attracted by something. Coincidentally, it was a projector. Well, to be precise, it should be a clever scroll made of some kind of magic, but that scroll The story can be shown on video.

"Shopkeeper, how do you sell this?" Jian Yang asked

The stall owner is a middle-aged man. Men walk around and have a lot of strange things in their hands, so the people who come to the stall on weekdays are also young people. The stall owner also has an indescribable hobby, that is, he likes men. To such a clear, creek-like voice can be said to be a shock.

When the stall owner looked over, he felt even more precious. He didn't like rough and mad demons. Although some demons are indeed slender and handsome, they always have a bit of splendor in their bones. Even the elegant robes can't cover the dust. gas.

But the people in front of him are different, no matter how simple the robes can't cover the clean soul, gentle and dignified, without any charm, it can be said to be the ideal type of the stall owner.

The stall owner looked left and right, and saw that there was no one behind Jian Yang, and although he was wearing decent clothes, he had no expensive accessories on his body. He didn't look like someone from a big demon king. Raise the price: "Fifty thousand magic coins."

"Fifty thousand" Jian Yang shook, and the little fat bird almost fell off his shoulders.

This 50,000 yuan is not 50,000 yuan. If calculated in real currency, 50,000 magic coins is 5 million yuan.

Just ask, who would spend five million to buy something that only plays movies and is not as good as a mobile phone?

"Stall owner, that's not being kind." Jian Yang pointed at the scroll with a smile: "Up to five hundred."

Five hundred is indeed a reasonable price, but the stall owner didn't mean this, he smiled: "It's easy to say."

He stretched out his hand to Jian Yang, meaning: "If you can agree to a request, let alone five hundred, I can give it to you for nothing."

However, before his hand touched anyone, Jian Yang avoided him. At the same time, the stall owner felt that he was being watched by a vicious gaze, and his whole body trembled. It was a weak prey. The trembling feeling of being stared at by the wolf suddenly.

"What request?" Jian Yang raised his eyebrows and comforted the little chubby bird: "Tell me?"

The stall owner was a little hesitant at the moment, but the fat sheep he got ran away and he was not reconciled: "stay with me for one night?"

The author has something to say: the stall owner was a decent person during his lifetime

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