'How to use this thing...'

Si Teng followed Zhou Ji's example and took apart the phone. When she was walking on the street, she saw almost everyone holding such an object, but when she saw Zhou Ji tapping and scratching on the screen with her nails, she couldn't help but sigh.

After swallowing Bian's words, she finally figured it out.

The guy in front of her has no better understanding of this era than she does.

"Use your fingertips." Si Teng clicked his tongue in disgust, imitating other girls and using his fingers to move the icons on the screen. He even learned to turn on the camera and take photos without a teacher. A click sound made Zhou Ji look up.

I took a picture of her stupid image.

Zhou Ji, who was shaken by the flash, looked at Si Teng in confusion. Si Teng put away his cell phone and stuffed it into his bag as if he was ignoring it. He looked at Zhou Ji with cold eyes, as if asking why Zhou Ji was looking at her.

There was no card and no traffic. It took Zhou Ji a long time to figure out the function of wlan, and finally logged into the 2020 network by using the WIFI of the beverage shop.

The first thing! I searched for movies in recent years and found "One Man's Martial Arts" that Fan Xian once said. I quickly browsed it in multiples. It was an hour and a half movie. Zhou Ji sat there motionless, only observing secretly.

His Si Teng could detect that the complex expression flashing in his eyes could not be calmed down for a long time.

Confirming what he already knew in his heart, Zhou Ji did not feel depressed for too long. He sighed softly and turned to search for another work.

"Celebrating More Than Years"

I didn’t click to watch it, nor did I check the cast list. I simply checked to see if the novel had been adapted into a film and TV series, and put away my phone.

Zhou Ji didn't speak all the way back to Jia's old residence. Si Teng didn't understand why Zhou Ji became like this, but she could feel that Zhou Ji now was more real than his usual annoying self.

It's as if...as if his usual carefreeness is just a poor disguise, and the loneliness at this moment is his truest state.

"The enigmatic man."

As the target of being 'bullied' by Zhou Ji from the moment he was resurrected, Si Teng finally caught Zhou Ji's pain point. He originally wanted to step forward and make some sarcasm, but he saw a man walking alone in the night on a deserted path.

Zhou Ji couldn't bear to speak for a moment, so he could only step on the newly bought high heels with a soft crunch and lead him away in front of Zhou Ji.

.............

Applying for ID cards at the place of residence was much faster than Zhou Ji imagined. Since it happened to coincide with the same batch of verifications, he got the two people's IDs on the third day.

Seeing Si Teng's somewhat dissatisfied look, Zhou Ji glanced over and said, "She's very beautiful. She has the beauty of a hibiscus emerging from clear water without makeup. She has a good foundation and is enviable..."

"If you have nothing to do to be courteous, you will be raped or stolen." Si Teng put away the ID card as if nothing had happened and opened the small round mirror in his hand to check his makeup. "I have also applied for the ID card and installed the mobile phone card. Next, you should listen to me.

Is that your request?"

Zhou Ji stretched out his hand to signal Si Teng to continue.

"Go somewhere with me." Si Teng's confidence radiated from his bones, with a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, giving people an irresistible aura, "Cangcheng Mountain..."

Zhou Ji had never heard of this name. After checking it on his mobile phone, he found out that it was in Sichuan and Sichuan Province. He nodded and said, "Okay, I'll book a flight right away."

Seeing Zhou Ji being so obedient, Si Teng showed a satisfied smile.

What she originally wanted was a loyal slave with brains, abilities and ideas who could help her understand the world faster. She had a master in her heart but could not have herself.

However, the person in front of her could accept her identity and keep her secrets. While he was reliable, he was unable to enforce orders and prohibitions.

After all, it is cooperation rather than unilateral control by others.

Si Teng couldn't ask for higher terms from the other party. Her most urgent wish at the moment was to quickly regain her strength and then make things difficult for this annoying person before returning the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead to Zhou Ji.

After a few days of adaptation, Si Teng and Zhou Ji quickly integrated into the rhythm of life of this era. Most of the 150,000 yuan they had spent on selling the large gold chain was wasted.

But these are of no importance to Si Teng and Zhou Ji.

Zhou Ji could once steal the fifty taels of silver and give it to a beggar just because the purse looked good, leaving only the purse beside him.

You can also work as a waiter and receive a few copper coins every month, drink a big bowl of coarse tea, and talk to the beggars at the door.

Si Teng was also not a lady who was pampered since she was a child. She suffered humiliation in the first half of her life. She was hated by Qiu Shan since she was a child. Beating, scolding and torture were commonplace. After she got rid of Qiu Shan's slavery, she began to read and write, and slowly developed her current temperament.

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While the two were packing their luggage and setting off, Yan Furui, who was thousands of miles away at the foot of Cangcheng Mountain, also got up early and waited at the station for the arrival of Master Wang Xuan, who was assisting Xuanmen.

Unfortunately, both Si Teng and Yan Furui misjudged the degree of harmony in this world.

What Yan Furui was waiting for was not the white-haired Master Xuanmen with profound magical powers, but a young man who spoke scientifically but kept silent.

From what he said, Yan Furui learned that not only his Xingyun Pavilion, but also the other sects in Xuanmen had completely declined, either turning to work to make ends meet, or clinging to their ancestral business to survive.

At least in the Changming Mountain lineage, Temple Master Li Zhengyuan, who accompanied Qiushan to kill Si Teng, has passed away many years ago. The only person left in the current generation is the superstitious, scientific and stubborn Wang Qiankun.

"Master Wang Xuan, look at that crypt... do you want to follow me to take a look?"

"I really just wanted to come here this time to see the customs and customs of Cangcheng Mountain. Before I left, I received another letter from you. I didn't plan to ignore it at first, but considering the old relationship between Master Tai and Master Qiu Shanxuan, I replied to the letter on my behalf."

Wang Qiankun said somewhat unhappily: "As for the crypts you mentioned in your letter, there are actually them all over the country. They are just subsidence phenomena due to ground subsidence. What era are we in now? The so-called Yu clan is just a people from the past."

This cultural phenomenon is the product of the slow development of science and technology and the ignorance of the people in the past..."

Wang Qiankun's chatter made Yan Furui feel a little dizzy. He felt that he was already talkative enough, but he didn't expect that this one in front of him was even more annoying.

What made him even more unbearable was that when he handed the note left by Qiu Shan to Wang Qiankun, the self-righteous young man in front of him dared to question his master.

"I see, this is what your master dreamed up in his spare time, a science fiction novel he wrote casually~~" He said with an extremely stern expression, mockingly, "I wonder if you have been under too much pressure recently.

Do you want to go to the hospital for a psychiatric examination~ah~~"
Chapter completed!