Bai Xuci was taken aback for a moment, but did not react.

[Why, hairbands are very expensive...] The tone was very serious.

Bai Xuci really didn't think that this small request would be rejected, isn't it just a small hair tie?

Looking down at his waist, Bai Xuci thought for a while.

He let go of his grip on the quilt, and pulled out his silk belt.

tugged.

Look eager to try.

[Don't use a belt.] Lightly ordered, with a helpless tone.

The two ears on the top of Bai Xuci's head immediately stood up, looking around very vigilantly.

What's the situation, why did Fan Yue know what he was doing?

At this moment, the little black mists appeared conscientiously again, holding a good ribbon.

Bai Xuci's hanging hair was quickly picked up.

The little black mists flew around, and even tidied their hair very carefully.

Bai Xuci: "..."

He stretched out his palm to catch a little black mist who was so tired that he couldn't fly, and the other party pitifully rubbed Bai Xuci's fingers.

[My lord, do you pay them wages?] Bai Xuci's tone is quite serious.

Fan Yue frowned slightly, waved his hand and settled the miscellaneous things that followed him.

Finally, he walked down the Tongtian Terrace slowly.

[What is salary?]

Bai Xuci stretched out her fingers and touched Xiao Heiwu's head, with a very serious expression.

[Hmm...well, it can be understood as whether to give them something to eat or not?]

After all, this little thing is performing acrobatics and delivering things, and after it's over, it has to shoulder the work of binding hair.

Too tired to fly.

[Are they the same as what you want to eat?] The tone is very light, but there is an inexplicable meaning of questioning.

The little black mist lying on the palm of Bai Xuci seemed to have been stimulated by something, and flew up with a whistling sound.

The speed is quite fast.

There is no such thing as a non-flying situation.

"..."

Bai Xuci was speechless for a moment, how could this little guy be so good at pretending?

But there's another thing -

[Your Majesty, how did you know that I wanted to tie my hair with a belt...] His tone was suspicious.

Bai Xuci grabbed the quilt again, wrapped herself up tightly, raised her ears, and glanced around the hall.

Is there a "camera"?

The opposite paused briefly, but explained anyway.

[It is... the previous agreement, we can share each other's scenes.]

Bai Xuci's ears were bent, his expression was very serious, and he didn't hear the discomfort in the other party's tone at all.

Sharing the scene is so advanced.

Hey, isn't that just switching from a voice call to a video call?

A flash of inspiration.

[My lord, my lord, can I take a look at your side?] The tone is quite cheerful, even a little excited.

A look of trust in what he just said.

Fan Yue stopped in his tracks, the red in his eyes surged, and he glanced back.

There were even dead bodies hanging from the steps...

[Wait a minute, okay?] The tone is flat.

Bai Xuci didn't think anything unusual, and replied very obediently:

[Yeah.]

The end is peaceful.

About a quarter of an hour passed.

[It's ok.]

Bai Xuci suddenly became energetic, stopped the childish behavior of swaying from side to side, and felt it very seriously.

The pointed ears are all | stand up.

He closed his eyes very seriously.

Start accumulating energy.

Fan Yue frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that he was not very good at it.

Just wanted to remind one or two.

"My lord, you have been here last time!" The big bun seller said with a smile on his face.

Fan Yue looked over, expressionless.

The big man froze for a moment and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Uh, uh, son, I just want to tell you that there are more stuffed buns in the shop." The tone became inexplicably faltering.

Fan Yue lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then asked directly:

"What stuffing?"

The lady proprietress in the shop was kneading the dough in a hurry at the moment, and she couldn't help being a little angry when she saw that her husband didn't come back to help him.

"Why, it took so long to make oiled paper?!" A woman rolled up her sleeves and came out of the small shop.

Fan Yue naturally turned his gaze over, still indifferent.

The proprietress first looked at the other party uncomfortably, then pushed her husband away, and asked aloud:

"Guest officer, what filling do you want? Our steamed stuffed bun will be cooked in no time, so it's guaranteed to be piping hot."

Between the words, there is a bit of neither humble nor overbearing.

Fan Yue frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

The big man and the proprietress suddenly tensed up. This man has an extraordinary bearing, and he must not be offended.

With this expression now, isn't it here to mess things up?

"He said he wanted both." With a light tone, he raised his eyes and looked over.

Big man: "..."

The proprietress: "..."

The atmosphere fell into embarrassment.

"Um, there are quite a few types, so you only need a few of each, or..." The proprietress really got serious now, wiped her hands with the linen cloth around her waist, and her face became respectful.

This is indeed a lot, and it can make a lot of money.

But when the person on the opposite side heard this, he lowered his eyes and seemed to think about it.

The big man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, inexplicably nervous.

"He wants to eat anything, just a cage of everything." The tone was very flat, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

The proprietress paused holding the oiled paper, and the paper fell to the ground.

This, this, can you finish eating?

One basket of each...

I don't know when there was a queue behind, and there was a voice of dissatisfaction.

"Why haven't you finished buying it yet? It's slow to death."

The proprietress was the first to react, and shouted to the people behind:

"Let's buy it another day, we don't have enough buns today!"

The person behind who had been waiting for a long time was suddenly dissatisfied and wanted to curse on the spot.

Fan Yue's face remained unchanged, he turned around and stared at the past, with some impatience in his eyes.

"Look... what are you looking at?" The thin man's tone suddenly weakened.

After muttering a few words, he walked away.

Did not dare to say anything.

[My lord, how long will I have to wait?] There was a happy voice in his mind, and Fan Yue's attention was drawn back.

Not yet.

"How long will it take for him to ask?" Fan Yue asked again, and his eyes shifted to the proprietress.

The proprietress had a strange expression on her face, as if she couldn't figure out who the "he" the guest was talking about. Isn't he the only one here?

But adhering to the principle of less gossip.

Still immediately replied:

"Very quickly, just wait for a while, about a quarter of an hour."

"Yeah." Still very cold.

[One quarter of an hour.]

When Bai Xuci heard the reply, she immediately felt happy in her heart.

There will be delicious food in a while!

Ears take off.

[However, my lord, why can't I see your side?] Bai Xuci worked hard on her own for a long time, but didn't see any other scenes.

In front of you is still the main hall.

Rest your cheek in doubt.

[Inject spiritual power into the original deed.] The tone would be patient.

Bai Xuci blinked, then let go of the quilt, and looked for where the deed was very seriously.

"Hey, it seems to be on the arm..." muttered to himself.

And he was very comfortable planning to peel off his clothes, ready to lose his spiritual power.

Fan Yue pursed his lips and stopped in time.

[You don't have to take it off.]

Bai Xuci looked at her wrist, which was trapped by "air", and fell into self-doubt.

Has the opponent already reached this level?

Pulled and pulled.

It didn't even pull.

[Oh, ok, ok.] had to answer honestly.

Bai Xuci lowered her head, and began to inject spiritual power into her arms with concentricity.

Nothing much went wrong.

Soon, a scene full of people's voices appeared in front of him, it was the steamed stuffed bun shop he went to earlier.

The ears stood upright like antennae.

"Wow!" I couldn't help but exclaimed.

So clear...

But after Bai Xuci was amazed, he found a problem.

He can only see the scenery in the other person's eyes, but there are still limitations.

[Hey, Your Majesty, how do you turn this off?] Bai Xuci was still not good at using her spiritual power, so she asked for advice very seriously.

[Follow your heart.]

Only four words.

There was some confusion in Bai Xuci's eyes, she understood and tried to operate.

close.

The lively scene in front of him disappeared immediately, and there was only an empty hall.

open.

The backs of the two people who were busy in the shop seemed to be full of smoke and steam.

[I will!] A rather vital voice.

Fan Yue pressed the corners of his lips, his face softened.

But soon—

[No, my lord, didn't you just look at it as you wanted before?You don't need to notify me yet?] Bai Xuci's brain suddenly became easy to use, and she asked solemnly.

[…]

Bai Xuci felt that something was a little bit wrong. Wasn't the agreement of one heart originally for "fairness"?

Why don't you donkey him again?

Felt like falling into a bigger trap...

Bai Xuci curled her lips, slightly dissatisfied, and then reached out to grab the quilt again.

wrapped up.

Sulk.

[Not safe, have to watch.]

Hearing this, Bai Xuci became puzzled again, why did he say that he was not safe.

What can he do now?

I stretched out my fingers and looked at it. There was a little powder in the white skin, and it looked very healthy.

[Originally, you can’t just look at it casually. If you have a high cultivation base, you can lock it. I can’t see it, and I can’t talk to you.] Fan Yue thought for a moment, then explained.

Baixuci was stunned for a moment, then said seriously:

[Are you reminding me that my cultivation base is low?]

However, valid information was extracted.

[…]

at this time

"Guest officer, it's alright, alright, we'll pack it up for you now." The proprietress came out from inside, carrying a big basket of steamed buns, and put them on the chopping board in front.

He wiped his sweat again with the sackcloth hanging from his waist.

Looking at one of the cages, Fan Yue frowned.

so much...

The big man also came out, took a large bamboo basket, and put it on the table.

Fan Yue pursed his lips, just watching.

Then.

The proprietress spread a layer of quick cotton cloth into the bamboo basket, and then threw the buns into it very quickly.

Soon the buns were full.

like a hill.

Fan Yue: "..."

Can you finish it?

"Guest officer, because there are too many, we don't need oiled paper, just use this."

As she said that, the proprietress planned to hand over the bamboo basket to Fan Yue, as if she intended to let him carry it.

"..."

"No need." The tone was very light.

Put a piece of silver on the table, then waved his hand into the void.

The bamboo basket disappeared instantly.

Proprietress' eyes widened, and she looked down at her empty arm.

His face turned red.

"You, you..." The voice was loud at first, but then it suddenly became quieter, "You are a god, aren't you?"

Fan Yue was going to leave, but he paused a little when he heard this, and looked back.

There was a half-smile on his face.

"You said—this seat is a fairy?" The voice was very slow, and there was a half-smile on his face.