"Didn't you analyze the remote control? What was the result?"

"Same as this, I can't feel the spiritual power." Mu Wanzhi glanced at the hair dryer in his hand, "It can blow wind without spiritual power fluctuations. I don't know the principle of it at all."

"That's right, because this is technology." Lu Mang said.

"science and technology?"

"Scientific development has created technology. Ordinary people, even without spiritual power, can use technological products to do many things that only immortal cultivators can do. For example, blowing hair with hot air, or transmitting sounds from thousands of miles away."

Lu Mang shook his phone and said, "Similarly, there are countless positioning satellites, which are not inferior to your divine consciousness. The country also has some extremely destructive weapons, some of which can even evaporate a city in an instant."

"Interesting, just like a magic weapon that does not require spiritual power, mortals can also use it."

"Yes, that can be understood."

"So, you can compete with monks by relying on technological products?"

"Not necessarily, but in theory it can destroy the world. Therefore, once you reveal that you are an immortal cultivator, countless people will flock to you. They will try their best to obtain the same power as you, or to eliminate you as a humanoid nuclear bomb.

Your only fate will be imprisonment or destruction."

"I can't fight back yet, otherwise I will really be exaggerated into a demon cultivator." Mu Wanzhi smiled bitterly.

She then looked at Lu Mang calmly, "You really want to become a disciple and practice..."

"Ahem." Lu Mang was embarrassed, "I'm different. I just want to see if I can extend my life or something. In a civilized and harmonious society, killing is not good."

"You said this before, but you can't use magic. I can still abide by it."

"But you just used it."

"That's because you are scornful of me!" Mu Wanzhi didn't feel that she was wrong.

This is some kind of conditioned reflex, an instinctive reaction when encountering this situation.

"It cannot be used at any time." Lu Mang emphasized, "Even if we have to, we must not let others discover it. Can we do it?"

"……able."

"That's good." Lu Mang felt relieved.

It was raining so hard today and someone could take a photo. If it was sunny, wouldn't everyone be able to see it?

What's more, there are cameras everywhere in the city...

"Actually, our world is very good. Most people in modern society abide by the law. Ordinary people may never encounter a criminal in real life, so it is still very safe. Basically, you don't need magic.

"Lu Mang comforted her.

Mu Wanzhi nodded silently, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing her like this, Lu Mang could only lament that she should take her time and not rush.

After a while, Mu Wanzhi seemed to have figured it out, and suddenly strode up to Lu Mang: "What if you use your... shameless etiquette to be frivolous about me again?"

"That's not...actually it's really normal here. It's just a handshake. You don't need to do it if you're not used to it."

As he said that, Lu Mang stretched out his hand to give her a sign.

The next second, the world was spinning!

Lu Mang felt like he was flying up, and by the time he reacted, he had already fallen heavily on the sofa.

Mu Wanzhi threw him out with one hand.

"There is really no need for magic." Mu Wanzhi smiled lightly and clapped her hands.

He turned around and entered his guest bedroom, thought for a while, and stopped: "I can slowly accept this handshake gift in the future, but I will never kiss you on the face!"

After saying that, he closed the door with a bang.

Kiss on the face? What does shaking hands have to do with kissing on the face?

Lu Mang was confused.

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The moon rose above the treetops.

Lu Mang sat at the computer desk, typing on the keyboard boredly.

He is coding video copy.

According to the update frequency, the new video will be cut out tomorrow, but my mind is not on it at all.

He couldn't help but think of Mu Wanzhi.

Hey……

It's really amazing that I actually picked up an immortal cultivator.

However, maybe this world is so magical to begin with, but I just haven’t paid attention to it in the past few years?

I don’t know if Fairy Mu is used to living there...

Thinking, Lu Mang shook his head.

It’s better to write the words quickly, otherwise the update will be delayed again...

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It was already past nine in the morning when Lu Mang woke up, a little later than usual.

He yawned, rubbed his eyes and sat up. After putting on his glasses, he kicked off his slippers and walked to the living room.

Quietly.

It's like he's the only one.

The broken potted plants on the balcony reminded him that yesterday's experience was not a dream.

Lu Mang walked into the bathroom and washed up, then knocked on the guest bedroom door.

No one responded.

"Fairy Mu?" Lu Mang knocked again.

Still no one responded.

He felt something was wrong and opened the door.

The room was empty.

The sheets were not messed up and the quilt was not spread out.

It's like no one has ever been here.

There is only a faint fragrance in the air, suggesting that someone has been here for a while.

Lu Mang was stunned.

Mu Wanzhi...is she gone?

Leave without saying goodbye?

Lu Mang sighed softly, an inexplicable feeling of loss welling up in his heart.

After all, we are not from the same world, we are just passers-by.

He took the broom and walked to the balcony to clean the potted plants.

There was a "bang" sound.

Mu Wanzhi fell in front of him.

Lu Mang opened his mouth wide.

"Are you up? The air is good in the morning, so I just want to go up there to breathe some fresh air and refine some spiritual energy."

Mu Wanzhi pointed to the rooftop, thought for a while and said, "Don't worry, I didn't fly, I jumped up."

"oh oh……"

Lu Mang looked up at the rooftop, which was at least two meters high.

"Why did you come into my room?" Mu Wanzhi noticed that the door to the guest bedroom was open, and her face changed, "You're a bastard!"

"No... I just want to ask you if you are hungry and do you want to have breakfast?"

"Have you forgotten? I'm fasting, so I won't be hungry."

"Then will you eat?"

"Eat, is it the one from last night?"

"We're out of wontons, let's eat noodles."

Lu Mang smiled and dumped the garbage into the trash can.

He walked into the kitchen and started cooking noodles. After making a soup base, he fried two poached eggs and brought them to the living room.

Mu Wanzhi sat on the sofa, said thank you, and started eating.

"I thought you were gone." Lu Mang said casually.

"Go? Where?" Mu Wanzhi frowned, "Didn't we reach cooperation?"

"Also...do you want to go out together in the afternoon?"

"What?"

"Buy clothes and daily necessities."

"Then go buy it."

"Help you buy clothes."

"I have clothes, the Taoist uniform of the Xuanqing Sect." Mu Wanzhi pinched her sleeves.

"Your clothes are not good. Only cosplayers can wear them like this. Ordinary people don't wear this."

"The 'baked color' you mentioned also has the Taoist uniform of the Xuanqing Sect?" Mu Wanzhi was surprised.

"No...but it's similar to your style."

"...Okay, just think of it as understanding the world."

Lu Mang watched the noodles in her bowl bottom out, then went to the kitchen to cook two more bowls, one of which was his own.

"Then we agreed, I will also edit the video."

After saying that, he got into the bedroom with the bowl in hand.

I feel my heart is pounding.

I... am glad that she didn't leave.
Chapter completed!