Chen Ke walked out of the room with a storage bag and saw Lin Yanli leaning on the edge of the stairs, tapping her calf with her hands.
He walked quietly to Lin Yanli and asked abruptly: "Are your legs sore from sitting? How about I help you beat them?"
Lin Yanli trembled all over, and sat limply on the ground. She turned around and looked back, and found that it was Chen Ke who was speaking, and then stood up again.
She raised her little hand, spread her fingers, and slapped Chen Ke hard on the forehead: "You are a ghost. You make no sound when you walk. It's scary!"
Chen Ke received a slap for no apparent reason and could only squat on the ground with his head covered and look pitifully at Lin Yanli.
He raised one hand, handed the storage bag in front of Lin Yanli, and said aggrievedly: "I'll give you something."
Lin Yanli lowered his head and looked at the storage bag in Chen Ke's hand, and most of his anger was gone.
Chen Ke is a child after all, why should she meet him?
Lin Yanli nodded slightly, feeling that he shouldn't hit Chen Ke.
Reaching out to pull Chen Ke up from the ground, Lin Yanli forcefully opened Chen Ke's hands and blew on his head.
"I wrongly blamed you just now, so let's hit me too!"
Lin Yanli let go of Chen Ke's hands and took a few steps back. Then he put his hands on his hips and took a posture, as if he was ready to be beaten.
Chen Ke looked at his hands, walked slowly to Lin Yanli, and breathed into his hands.
Lin Yanli immediately closed her eyes, but after closing her eyes for a long time, she didn't feel any pain in her head.
Opening her eyes, she found Chen Ke hesitating with his palms raised.
Lin Yanli: "Fight quickly!"
Chen Ke: "Oh."
Lin Yanli closed her eyes again, but what she was waiting for was a strange feeling on top of her head.
Kill by touching the head, kill by touching the head again!!!
Do they just like touching their heads that much?
Lin Yanli gritted her teeth tightly. She shook Chen Ke's hand away, grabbed Chen Ke's collar, and glared at Chen Ke: "You little brat, how dare you touch my head?"
Lin Yanli raised his head and bumped into Chen Ke's forehead angrily.
Chen Ke's Dharma Body was very hard, and Lin Yanli was very painful when hit, but she still endured it.
Lin Yanli: "Qianluo, Leji, let's go!"
Hearing Lin Yanli's call, Zhou Qianluo and Le Ji hurriedly came out of the room and followed Lin Yanli downstairs.
Just after leaving the auction house, the breeze between heaven and earth brought some sounds to Lin Yanli.
"The girl from Jiachenfang has come out, should we—"
"Are you crazy? She looks like a young lady from a wealthy family. If you dare to rob her, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow?"
"That girl just takes a picture of the jade seal of the relic country. It's worthless. If you want to rob it, just rob it from the Jiashen house. That's a fat sheep!"
"That makes sense!"
A short sentence contains a lot of information.
Lin Yanli's hands in her sleeves were covered with sweat. She stepped back, burying her body in Zhou Qianluo's arms.
A feeling of peace of mind instantly filled the entire body.
What is she afraid of? This auction house is her territory, and with Zhou Qianluo by her side, no one can do anything to her as long as she is not a major cultivator of the fourth realm or above!
Besides, monks are not allowed to fight in the Demon City.
Lin Yanli stood up straight again. To be on the safe side, she thought it would be better to give her disciple a Flying Sword of Communication!
At this time, two figures faced each other in the desert, which was only two miles away from the Demon City.
One of them is tall and thin, with a mask on his face, a white robe and a purple crown on his head.
He was suspended in the air, standing with his hands behind his hands, staring down at the monk in front of him.
If Lin Yanli were here, he would definitely be able to tell that this purple-crowned monk was the monk from Jia Shen Fang.
The man who opposed him was wearing a long black robe and holding a red tasseled spear. He had a fierce appearance, his face was covered with stubble, and he looked a bit vicissitudes of life.
The monk in black shirt looked at the man with the purple crown in the air and said angrily: "Who are you? I have no enmity with you, why are you chasing me?"
"Chasing? You think too highly of yourself, don't you?" The purple-crowned monk chuckled and summoned a black cloud, from which he drew a bolt of lightning.
The face of the monk in black shirt changed, and his mouth couldn't help but trembled: "Overhaul of the Four Realms!"
The purple-crowned monk squinted his eyes and laughed. He played with the lightning in his hand, and his eyes gradually became dangerous: "You took a picture of something you shouldn't have taken. Her things are not yours to take, so you have to die."
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Hearing the words of the purple-crowned monk, the black-shirted monk's hands and feet became weak. He was a casual cultivator and didn't have many spiritual stones in his hands. At the auction, he just bought a weird bell that could summon little ghosts.
"Senior, I am willing to offer you both hands just to ask for my life."
The black-clothed monk knelt on the ground, quickly took out the weird bell from the storage bag, lowered his head, held it in his hand and raised it high.
Purple Crown Monk: "Oh, you are quite sensible!"
He lightly hooked his fingers, held the bell in his hand, and disappeared in the next moment.
The black-robed monk was covered in sweat. When he saw the purple-crowned monk leaving and was thankful to have saved his life, a waist-thick thunder fell from the sky.
Since then, a charred corpse has appeared in the desert of Sprite City.
The purple-crowned monk galloped for several breaths and landed in front of a female cultivator.
The male cultivator next to the female cultivator was her Taoist companion. Seeing that the purple-crowned cultivator was coming with bad intentions, he immediately drew his sword and slashed him out.
But the tiny sword light was held down by the purple-crowned monk with his index finger.
The purple-crowned monk flashed in front of the male cultivator, grabbed his neck, and said in a bad tone: "You ant, how can you deserve to take her things?"
The male cultivator's face turned red and his eyes were bloodshot. He struggled desperately, but to no avail, and finally he died.
The purple-crowned monk let go of his hand, and the male cultivator fell to the ground. A bolt of lightning shot out, and the body was reduced to ashes.
However, after meeting each other, the Taoist couple that the female cultivator had always been proud of was shaken to her core. She knelt on the ground tremblingly: "Senior...senior, don't, don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything!"
Hearing this, the Purple Crown cultivator became interested. He walked slowly to the female cultivator, held her chin with his hand, and said enthusiastically: "Can you really do anything?"
The female cultivator nodded her head: "As long as you don't kill me, anything is fine!"
"Oh~~" the purple-crowned monk protracted his voice with a faint smile. He rubbed the female monk's cheek with his hand and laughed evilly. The laughter was creepy.
He leaned close to the female cultivator's ear and said in a bewitching tone: "In that case, let me appreciate it first!"
The purple-crowned monk added a touch of spiritual energy to his hand, lifted the female cultivator up, and waved his right hand, shattering the female cultivator's clothes, revealing the pink inner armor worn by the female cultivator.
The female cultivator was shy and wanted to welcome her, but the purple-crowned monk stopped moving.
"senior?"
"How dare you...an ant like you wear her soft armor on your body!"
The purple-crowned monk had a bruised vein on his forehead. He raised his hand and transformed the surrounding aura into a big hand, holding the female cultivator in his palm.
Perhaps because he was afraid of damaging the inner armor worn by the female cultivator, the purple-crowned monk did not use lightning, but used his hands as a guide to peel off the soft armor before crushing the female cultivator into pieces.
The purple-crowned monk held the inner armor in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose, took a deep breath, and raised his head as if intoxicated.
"Even if so much time has passed, your scent still lingers on it!"