What happened later was just as Yingmeng expected. The group of rich kids were now afraid of Yingmeng. The two sides were on the same page.

This makes Yingmeng believe even more in the principle of fighting violence with violence.

But Yingmeng never thought about what would happen if he was not so lucky next time. Others hit her, she hit others, and others continued to hit her.

When will this end?

Isn't this how war begins? It's like walking on the edge of a cliff, and you'll fall if you're not careful.

Of course this is a later story.

The streets are busy with traffic, people coming and going, and it's very lively.

It was still early for Yingmeng to watch, so he simply wandered on the street.

Walking on the lively and bustling street, she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. She had stayed here for three years, but she had never walked onto the main street in a big way. Now she can walk on the main street openly, but the people around her are no longer there.

Yes, the person is gone. We need to act quickly.

After thinking for a while, Yingmeng walked towards a jewelry store.

"Sister Xueyun, the color of this treasure matches you very well."

Feng Xueyun has a rosy complexion and a bright smile, and is surrounded by her little sisters - commonly known as followers.

"You can choose whatever you like, it's mine." Feng Xueyun was happy today and was generous with her actions.

"What makes Sister Xueyun so happy today?" someone was curious.

Feng Xueyun played with the pearl in her hand and smiled enigmatically: "Some people should be dead."

The little sisters looked at each other and didn't quite understand what it meant.

Feng Xueyun's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of Ying Meng coming in. She was startled at first, and then she frowned slightly and said, "All these dirty people are invited in, so be careful."

The waiter didn't quite understand what he heard at first, but following Feng Xueyun's line of sight, he immediately understood that she was talking about the girl.

Ying Meng was carrying a gem and handed it to the waiter. Feng Xueyun went over and snatched the gem: "My good sister, can you still afford the gem? In order not to embarrass you, my sister reluctantly accepted it with a smile.

"

Yingmeng looked at her calmly, then turned to pick up another item.

Feng Xueyun grabbed it again and threw it to the waiter: "Wrap it up."

If Yingmeng takes one, she will grab one.

After Feng Xueyun bought half of the store, Yingmeng looked serious: "I'm useless, why don't you let me go?" This question was asked on behalf of Feng Xi. "My good sister,

Why did you send someone to kill me?"

In fact, this is what makes Feng Xi most desperate. The relatives she cares about most trample on her just like others. Even if she has calculated all this, there is always a difference between knowing and actually happening.

Feng Xueyun

When she looked into Ying Meng's eyes, there was a familiar calmness inside, like a pool of stagnant water. But her intuition told her that this was not her sister. But looking at that familiar face and the way she spoke, it was Feng Xi, the person she had been jealous of all her life.

Before she could say anything, her followers started chattering.

"Hey, isn't this the trash?"

"You are worthy of being Sister Xueyun's sister."

"You are truly a disgrace to the Feng family."

Yingmeng ignored them. She just looked at Feng Xueyun quietly.

Feng Xueyun also looked at her. It was the familiar calmness. It was as calm as a frozen dead lake, without any ripples. No one could become the focus of her eyes...no one could.

Jealousy wrapped around her heart like a poisonous snake. Yes, she was jealous of her. She, Feng Xueyun, was jealous of Feng Xi. She was obviously disabled, why could she still ignore everyone as before? Why could she not care about others?

Opinion? Why does she dare to challenge the world? Why, as his sister, can’t she even look into her eyes?

When she was a child, this sister was her goal, the person she most wanted to be, and the person she admired most. Why was there always silence in her sister's eyes? It seemed that relatives were nothing to her, and she seemed to know everything.

But Feng Xueyun may never know that Feng Xi actually cares about her family very much, but she just doesn't know how to express it. Because her sister has died in her hands. Perhaps this is why Feng Xi did not resist before she died.

Bar.

As expected of a child who grew up in a greenhouse, everything he thinks about is written on his face.

Yingmeng looked at Feng Xueyun speechlessly. She really felt sorry for Feng Xi's death. To be precise, she thought the Feng family were all weirdos. But isn't this the most standard situation among aristocratic families in this era?

Yingmeng didn't know what to say. Originally, she wanted to teach these ignorant children a lesson, but now she was not in the mood at all. The main reason was that the price was too low.

She just stood there holding Feng Xi's frame, looking at them calmly. They found it boring and naturally left. But before leaving, Feng Xueyun gave her a fierce look, full of suspicion. Is this really the case?

Her sister?

After everyone left, Ying Meng picked up a gem and rubbed it lightly twice before handing it to the shopkeeper, "Shopkeeper, can you help me sew this gem onto my clothes?"

The shopkeeper was startled for a moment, then his expression suddenly changed, "Miss, let's talk inside."

The two of them walked to the private room at the back of the store, and the shopkeeper suddenly bowed to Yingmeng and saluted: "I've never seen such a great person."

Yingmeng leaned back lazily on the chair. Yes, this store was her secret business. That's why she let those girls buy half of the things before picking on them. And she didn't pay for the door-to-door delivery.

It will be punished by God.

"Mr. Fang, I have long ceased to be a nobody. Now I am just a nameless person." After Yingmeng finished speaking, he wanted the shopkeeper to return the favor.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper, Mr. Fang, had a more serious expression on his face, "Master Wu, how could you do this? When you were the county magistrate, you saved the lives of the old man and his family. No matter who you are, Master Wu."

Identity. Your Excellency will always be the savior of the old man’s family.”

"Mr. Fang, didn't I have other motives for saving you in the first place? Why are you so grateful to me?"

Mr. Fang: "No matter what your purpose was at the beginning. To save my family and give me a place to live, my life is yours. There is no need for you to test me anymore. Even if you order me to die now, I will have nothing to do with it."

No objection."

Yingmeng curled up her lips and laughed wantonly, "yan is serious. I have something to ask for this time." Yingmeng took out the incomplete key from his sleeve.

"I wonder if Mr. Fang can check for me whether this key can still be completed."

Mr. Fang stepped forward to take the key. After checking it, a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"This... this material comes from the end of the gods and demons. This carving technique must have come from the hands of an expert. I have seen this rune in my family before, and it must be something from the fairy world." said in his voice.

There was a hint of trembling in his heart.

In fact, Mr. Fang is also one of the people who are persecuted in this era. Mr. Fang does not have excellent cultivation talents, but he has amazing attainments in identifying and repairing treasures. Nuosheng must be the one that all walks of life strive for before the war between gods and demons.

Talents, but nowadays, without talent, they can only be eliminated.

After a while, Lao Lao smiled bitterly and looked at Ying Meng who was leaning on the window sill, "I'm really ashamed. The craftsmanship of this thing is so ingenious that I'm afraid I won't be able to crack it for a while. Even if I crack it, I can only trace the same material, and I can't.

Completely repaired. I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."

Yingmeng smiled and shook her head. She was not disappointed. If the key that the fairy world deliberately broke apart could be repaired so easily, she would think it was a fraud.

"It's okay, I believe Mr. Fang. I'll leave this key with you first. Please observe it carefully. Then send someone to investigate where the other parts of the key may be. If you find it, don't act rashly. Let me know. I'll go there myself.

Pick."

Mr. Fang lowered his head and saluted, "I obey. I still have questions. I don't know whether I should ask or not?"

Yingmeng glanced at him and said in a somewhat lazy voice, "Mr. Fang is confused, I will answer it myself."

"I wonder how you left the capital." Mr. Fang's voice paused slightly, as if it was a bit difficult to speak, "And he was still wearing women's clothes."

Ying Meng rolled her eyes in her heart. Could it be that she could tell him that she was originally a woman? Even if she trusted Mr. Fang, she would not tell him that she was the Shadow Demon. And who knows if the wall has ears?

Ying Meng glanced at him: "Political struggle."

After hearing these four words, Mr. Fang, who was born in a big family, immediately thought of a long victim's diary.
Chapter completed!