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Leng Feishuang looked at him, "Is there anything that you like?"

Mu Qing vigorously nodded his head. He walked over to a shelf and picked up a short sword. The sword was dark blue in color, and the edge of the sword emitted a faint blue light.

Leng Fei looked at it with his hands, "Hm, not bad. I guess it will do."

Mu Qing was overjoyed. He had liked this short sword from the first moment he had seen it.

On the first floor, Leng Feishuang went to pay.

"Sir, eight medicinal plants and a Spirit Treasure, for a total of one hundred thousand gold taels. However, since you have a lot of money, I'll give you a twenty percent discount. I'll also give you a gold card as a gift."

Leng Fei nodded as he took out a note worth 90,000 gold.

Mu Qing's eyes widened. This sort of thing was only worth 100,000 gold taels, and it was even worth a 10% discount. He immediately felt a heartache as he quietly resolved in his heart that he would earn even more money to buy items for both sides.

On the way, Mu Qing remained silent, but Leng Feishuang wasn't used to it.

Suddenly, Leng Feishuang stopped, his eyes staring straight ahead.

Mu Qing looked at him, puzzled. "Shuangshuang, why did you stop?"

Leng Fei looked at him, "Go back to the inn first, I still have something to do."

Mu Qing nodded, "Okay, then come back earlier." He walked in the direction of the inn.

As for Leng Feishuang, he was still standing at the same spot, his eyes were fixated at the front. Not far in front, Di Wuxiang was expressionlessly looking at her. Behind him, was chased by Chasing Wind with a face full of excitement.

No wonder Mistress suddenly said that she wanted to go out for a walk. She was here to meet the future Mistress on purpose. She gave Leng Fei a look and took the initiative to leave.

Since that day, Leng Feishuang had never met Di Wuxiang. Now that he had met her again, she was unexpectedly very nervous.

Di Wuxiang suddenly walked towards her and stood in front of her, looking down at her.

Leng Feishuang felt her face heating up slightly, "You, why are you looking at me like that?" She really wanted to say it, to the point that she felt embarrassed.

Di Wuxiang didn't say anything and just continued looking at her. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand to pick up a strand of hair from her face and put it behind her ear.

Leng Feishuang was shocked. Aiya, how could he thank her for the matter that caused her to blush?

"Have you forgotten what you said to benzun?" Di Wuxiang suddenly asked.

"Ah ~ ~ ~" Leng Feishuang was extremely shocked, unable to react for a moment.

The words that she had spoken to him were from that morning. Di Wuxiang saw that there was no expression on his face. It seemed that he had come to answer her, but from the looks of it, this was not a good result.

At this moment, Leng Feishuang felt a little uncomfortable and subconsciously opened his mouth, "If Lord Holy Lord feels that it's difficult, then forget what I said the other day. I was too ill-advised."

Unexpectedly, Di Wuxiang frowned when he heard this. It seemed that he was very dissatisfied with Leng Fei's reply.

"And how did you know that benzun was in a difficult situation?"

"I …" Of course it was based on your expression, Leng Fei said in his heart.

"Then I take back what I just said," Leng Feishuang said anxiously. She did not want to hear him reject her, since that was the case, why not let her speak first?

Unexpectedly, Di Wuxiang's frown deepened, and a rare look of anger appeared on his face.

"Are you playing with me?"

Leng Feishuang felt as if he were about to cry, feeling extremely helpless in his heart. 'Then, Lord Holy Lord, what should I say?'

When Di Wuxiang saw her aggrieved expression, her brows loosened up and her mood improved.

"After thinking about it, it doesn't seem bad if I keep you by my side."

"Ah ~ ~ ~" Leng Feishuang was dumbfounded again. What did he mean by that?

Di Wuxiang suddenly stretched out her hand to touch Leng Fei's head, "What a fool."

As for the surrounding passers-by, what did they see? A very good-looking man was intimately patting the head of another similarly good-looking man. These two people were not Zhexiu, this was the only thought in their minds.

Leng Feishuang was aware of the fiery gazes from the surrounding people. His face turned slightly red, and he immediately pulled down his hand. Unexpectedly, with a flip of his hand, Di Wuxiang managed to grab her delicate hand.

Leng Fei was shocked. He wanted to pull back, but Di Wuxiang held on tightly.

"What are you doing? This is on the street." Furthermore, she was still in men's clothing, so Leng Fei Shuang purposely lowered her voice.

Unexpectedly, Di Wuxiang suddenly broke out in a hearty laugh.

This was the first time she saw him smile like this, but it was really pretty, even though his current appearance was not his original appearance.

Chasing Wind, who was hidden in the dark, was so scared that he almost fainted. Oh god, master, he actually laughed, and even laughed like that. This was the first time he saw such a smile in hundreds of years.

As expected, the power of love is great, thought Chasing Wind hatefully. Now that even his mistress has a owner, shouldn't he go find a flower as well?

Just like this, Di Wuxiang and Leng Fei held hands as they slowly walked down the street. This attracted the attention of many people.

Leng Feishuang felt extremely uncomfortable as he looked at Di Wuxiang. However, he had a carefree expression on his face, and the corners of his lips were curled up into a smile that didn't seem to be there at all.

Suddenly, Leng Wuxiang moved closer to him. "Di Wuxiang, then what we're doing now is …" Together.

Di Wuxiang glanced at her, the corner of her mouth curled up, "Just as you think." Then she looked ahead. It had been so many years, but this was the first time she felt happy. Her heart that had been sealed for a long time started beating again.

With the exact answer, Leng Fei was in a very good mood. He focused on counterattacking as he shook off Di Wuxiang's hand and locked his fingers together with Di Wuxiang's.

It had already been several hours since Leng Fei and Di Wuxiang had returned to the inn. She and Di Wuxiang didn't do anything else as they walked around on the street. In the blink of an eye, several hours had passed.

"Shuangshuang, what did you do? Why did you come back after so long? And why is your face so red? Did you have a fever?" Mu Qing said a lot in one breath.

Leng Fei gathered her thoughts. Her face was still red as she glared at Mu Qing, "Why are you asking so many questions? Is it long? I don't think it will last long." She was telling the truth. She really didn't ask that long ago.

Mu Qing rubbed his head, "Shuangshuang, you should go back to your room and rest. Tomorrow morning you will have to report to my office."

Leng Fei nodded his head, and returned to his room, taking out the eight stalks of poisonous grass he bought, his lips curled up in a mischievous smile.

Without delay, Leng Feishuang directly went to the spatial space to start making medicine. Seeing these treasures, she couldn't help but feel itchy. She had to make everything tonight.

Until the latter half of the night, Leng Feishuang had produced a total of 16 different toxic powders. Due to the excessive amount of energy spent, Leng Feishuang rarely left the room, so he simply stayed in the space to rest.

He had arrived a while ago, and when he saw that there was no one in the room, he could tell where she had gone with a faint trace of her aura. Thus, he decided to just sit on the bed and meditate while waiting for her.