Yingmeng stood there, a clump of tumbleweed rolling past behind him.

The smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Shadow Dream: "...Child!"

Yingmeng let out a long sigh. She finally understood what the helplessness in Xian Qing's eyes meant.

So now should she go find her children, inquire about Jiuxuancao, or have fun?

After struggling for a moment, Ying Meng made a choice.

She exchanged a straw woven bracelet for a candied haws, held it in her mouth happily, and jumped around.

This is definitely not the first time for the children to come to the market. They have gone back safely before, so there will definitely be no problem this time.

Even if Jiuxuancao inquires, he may not be able to find out.

In addition, all of them told themselves that they had fun, so they should have fun.

The sweet and sour taste stimulated her taste buds. How long had it been? How long had it been since she had eaten delicious candied haws.

It seems that since that person left, I have never been as carefree as I am now, going to lively gatherings.

She remembered that she once ate candied haws and walked between shops, but at that time there was someone beside her to play with. They played together, pointed at the products, and finally avoided the vendors together.

A knowing smile appeared on Yingmeng's lips involuntarily.

Who is it? She can't quite remember the person's appearance. Since she fell into a trance, her memory has only fragmented fragments. But she remembers very clearly that there is such a person, he is very important, and his name is Yang

Cang.

I still remember that when we first met, she was hanging a candied haws like this, while he was sitting there talking all kinds of nonsense. She was reserved, he was unrestrained. She was ignorant, and he was fearless. But in the end, everything was just a dream.

.

She finally understood why Yang Cang was so vigilant in the first place, it was a training camp for ghosts!

A boss is a boss after all. Yang Cang can choose to let go of everything, hide in the city, and live a free and unrestrained life, can she?

Yingmeng raised her hand to cover her eyes, her black hair scattered on her forehead, and she seemed to sigh lightly.

She is not as powerful as Yang Cang. She puts down her hatred, her identity, her talents, her cultivation, and lives only for herself.

Although he died tragically in the end, Yingmeng still envied him, at least in his life, he had lived for himself.

But she couldn't even let go of his death, let alone any hatred. In the end, she walked step by step along the path laid out by others.

Yingmeng shook his head, Yang Cang had indeed come into contact with many Taoists.

Who would have known that she would change from a pure and polite Xuan Xian to a naughty girl who makes jokes and is not serious?

It's not something you can pretend to be, and it's not because you're insane. In fact, you're just imitating someone.

Yingmeng closed her eyes and listened to the hawking sounds around her, which were so familiar. She was still eating candied haws on a stick and walking between the shops, but that person was no longer around.

Anyway, there are already a lot of random things to do when you enter the desert, so you don’t mind one more thing.

Yingmeng took out an array plate, which was worth thousands of gold outside, but she only exchanged it for a bamboo pole filled with candied haws.

Yingmeng stood in the corner, looking at the object in his hand. It was a bamboo pole with straw tied at one end, and densely packed candied haws on it.

She tried hard to imagine Yang Cang's face, but found that her memory had long been blurred.

"Yang Cang, didn't you say you shouldn't eat sweets all the time? Yang Cang, don't you hate me spending money randomly?

You damn person. As a ghost genius, did you really not have the strength to resist? Or did you simply not want to live anymore, just like Feng Xi, and didn’t want to stay in this era? I hate you, I really hate you.

You are a tough, selfish person. You are freed, but I am trapped in the world by countless shackles because of your involvement.

But fortunately, you can no longer control me. I have to spend a lot of money to buy very useless things. I have to eat a lot of sweets... If you are angry, come back! Seriously

scold me."

Yingmeng actually felt that her current behavior was very ridiculous, but she still did it.

She blocks nerve impulses from traveling along their axons, shutting down brain activity.

At this time, her thoughts began to blur and her brain dropped to the level of an ordinary person.

At this moment, she could feel ordinary human emotions again.

He sat there and gave up all vigilance, huddled in the corner and allowed the overwhelming emotions in his heart to cover himself.

Her story began in such a market, let's relive it again now.

After thinking about it again, she went to get down to business.

How willful.

With her closed brain, if she encounters someone who arranges numbers, she will be killed immediately.

It's okay. For the last time, she wanted to experience the joy, anger, sorrow and fear in this world, the emotions she once had.

The sun is in the sky and the breeze is blowing.

The market is bustling and noisy. There are stalls one after another in the open space. The roads are bustling with people wandering between stalls one after another.

There was a girl in red clothes on the street, holding various sweets in her hands and all kinds of strange little items hanging on her body, attracting passers-by's attention.

It's not that she bought too many things. After all, there are many people who come here to buy goods, but she is the only one who can always bring out some rare treasures, and then

Exchange some things that are far more than their value, such as some ingredients, some waste rocks, some raw materials, and most importantly, sweets. Every stall she passed by, the stall owner immediately greeted her warmly.

It's not that no one has thought about killing people and buying goods, but they care more about their own lives.

After all, someone wanted to rob her from the beginning, and everyone was used to it. After all, this kind of thing happens countless times every day.

But what is different from usual is that this little girl who should have died, looks weak and has no strength to restrain a chicken, just raised her eyes slightly, and flew the ill-intentioned person away, flipping him in the air.

Two rounds hit the ground.

Obviously she is not weak.

Later, some people saw that she kept bringing out good things, failed to control her greed, and came in groups to look for trouble. In the end, she was killed easily, and she was either dead or disabled.

In the end, knowing that she could not take advantage, people around her gave way. Some stall owners saw her coming and greeted her, enthusiastically selling their products.

After all, they can't grab it, but this kid is willing to give it to them voluntarily.

Ying Meng happily stuffed sweets into her mouth, walked lightly, and looked around. Of course she could hear the people around her laughing at her, laughing at her for exchanging those precious items for such rubbish. She didn't know what she was thinking.

They were laughing at her for being crazy. She smiled back, "No money can buy my happiness."

"Heroes from all walks of life gathered together to encircle and suppress the shadow demon, the scum of the immortal world. Some led fifteen thousand, some led thirty-five thousand soldiers, gathered above the Yin Mountain, and illuminated the place full of filthy atmosphere. Dozens of people gathered there.

Tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals have gathered together. This will definitely make the shadow demon behave well. The shadow demon's eyebrows stood upright, his eyes widened, and the color on his face suddenly changed..."

Ying Meng squinted her eyes and raised the corners of her mouth evilly, revealing her pointed fangs.

She knew that there were people in the market who exchanged their words for money, so the profession of storyteller naturally existed.

It’s just that this story is well worded and described, but if I put it here, I’m afraid no one will listen to it.

After all, the description of her shadow dream in the story is obviously a villain.

In the hearts of these people who hate the fairy world, how can anyone who dares to challenge the fairy world be a bad person?

Similarly, for other interfaces that support the fairy world, most people who can come here will not have any lower rights.

Don't they know that the Yinshan encirclement and suppression campaigns, except for the last one, were all a living battle?

Taoist priests and Taoist immortals collude with demons to benefit each other. It is a great shame for the immortal world.

Even if his stall was not destroyed, there would still be people listening to his stories.

Ying Meng turned around and walked towards the relatively deserted stall.
Chapter completed!