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What does it feel like to be a person change?

Ningxia once thought that the emotion of "smile asking the guest where he came from" would not appear on her so soon. She was still so young, and it was not enough to have only been a year.

But today, standing in front of this mountain and watching people come and go, the fragrance of spiritual food flowing in the air, the sounds of various colors are mixed, and the spiritual power fluctuates... It is obviously such a messy scene, but Ningxia feels like "Where I feel at peace is my hometown."

Ningxia lived for two lives, and had three hometowns, one of which was born in blood for some unknown reason, the other was rooted in life, and the hometown where her bloodline and family really existed in this life... But no one brought deeper attachment to Ningxia than the Wuhua Sect.

Deep in Ningxia's heart, the Wuhua Sect has become her most attached place. When she is far away from this place, she will not help but worry about it again and again. Looking back again, her heart is concerned about it from afar. As long as she comes back, no matter what suffering she has suffered before, she will spend every day in a chaotic manner - as long as she returns to this place, her heart can be let go.

I thought of not long ago she was wandering in the endless waves of southern border, living in the dangerous cloud island, living in the caves of thousands of caves, exploring carefully in the strange Sinan City, and passing through one level after another in the secret realm of one link... as if tireless, she walked through one level more dangerous and bizarre levels, as if it was endless, endlessly filled with various dangers and hardships.

She once thought that she could not live. However, after the storm, all crises disappeared and everything returned to peace.

Looking at the usual scenery before, Ningxia feels like a sudden realization.

Looking at the scene in front of her, she was very moved for a moment when she heard the conversations that were most common in her family.

After all, it's still... different, and the mentality is different. But she is still the same, she is Ningxia, and this will never change from beginning to end.

Suppressing the emotions surging in his heart, Ningxia restrained her expression and completely merged into the crowd.

She hadn't seen such a pure and lively thing for a long time. She didn't have to pay attention to actions and words, didn't have to worry about any tasks she had to worry about waiting for it in the future, nor did she have to be careful of everyone around her - because they were all her brothers from the same sect, and whether they were familiar or strange, whether they were close or repulsive, their hearts towards the sect were almost the same.

Soon, Ningxia had already bought things, including small gadgets, small spiritual food, and ready-to-eat street snacks. Looking at some scattered vendors on the roadside, sometimes they would stop to take a look. They looked happy like birds, and those who didn't know really thought she was a newbie.

However, after all, I have seen big scenes. The commercial streets set up in the sect are only for disciples to use, and are not as good as those special streets outside.

After walking around for a short time, Ningxia had basically figured out the essence of the stalls and sold them all the same thing. After a while, she was a little tired.

Thinking that I would go to Taobao in the midfield market in a while, I planned to find a place to rest and have some tea and snacks to satisfy my desire for speech.

I never thought that she had not taught enough lessons and could not see clearly that convenience is the most dangerous in the cultivation world with many people. I just found a place to have tea and found the problem, but this time it was someone else's problem, not hers.

Of course, even if she knew about it in advance, she would probably only smile helplessly. Because she was used to it, she was so unlucky. Without this time, it would always be her turn, in various forms and methods.

I found a seat on the second floor of Ningxia, ordered a few dishes of what I like, and even spent a lot of money to order a pot of valuable Jialing tea, ready to enjoy a rare afternoon tea time.

Someone came to ruin the scenery.

"Room rumble rumble rumble rumble-" This sound... Ningxia turned her head down and saw a group of people standing up, and the table, chair, cup and saucer were all over.

Ningxia was very calm, paused, and then continued to chew on the things in her mouth, and did not rush to see what was lively. Anyway, no matter what was lively, it couldn't escape, right?

Let her see who she was again this time... Oh, she was an acquaintance. Ning Xia's heart beat, and she felt that it was indeed the case.

What caught my eye first was a blurry but slightly familiar back, with a slight figure, but it exuded a strong and tough character. It was very familiar... Isn't this Wang Jingxuan?

It’s you, you and you~ Why are you still... She can’t help but sing it out.

Ningxia himself didn't realize it, and couldn't help but wipe her face with her palm. The expression on her face was mixed with speechlessness and fate, and there was a little sympathy in her eyes.

She should talk about the law of time travel. The law of calligraphy is so firm. No matter how she robs her, she will always get a little bit of it.

She has been outside for a long time and has almost completely broken away from the fate of the heroine. In addition, the plot changes are now not known where to play, so Ningxia thought she would never get into such a thing again in her life.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I had a casual afternoon tea. The stool was not hot, and the plot was staged again. It was still a direct "watching the drama". It really made people disagree.

Ningxia raised her eyebrows, suppressed the roar and speechlessness in her heart, changed her tight sitting position just now, and began to watch. Anyway, the people on the second floor were watching, and it would be useless to read it, just to read a storyteller.

Wang Jingxuan twisted a handkerchief and carefully wiped the collar of the boy next to her, but the tea water dizzy range was too large, and the small handkerchief was not enough to apply a piece of it, so it was a little hard to wipe.

"No need for sister, I'll go back and change my clothes. I'm much more embarrassed to do tasks on weekdays than this, and there's no such thing as being so particular." The boy whispered, and he knew that he was a very shy and introverted child when he heard his tone.

The hand that he wiped him couldn't help but paused, and then quickly changed Zhang Xin to continue wiping: "...You are always like this, so you are always bullied. You are obviously all foundation-building people now, and you are always being used by a group of Qi training as guns. If this happens, my sister will move over and live with you. I think those kids dare to take advantage of you."

Wang Jingxuan was angry when she said this, with her keenness and sharpness that she could hardly show on weekdays, as if the dusty weapon had been wiped clean and finally revealed her true appearance.
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