When Rong Ming heard this, his heart moved slightly, and he pretended to look at them casually.
Yunzheng raised her lips and smiled, "Senior brother, the small bench is a specialty of my hometown. If you really need it, I can sell it to you cheaper."
When Sima Xun saw that the person speaking was her, he did not look down upon or be arrogant, because the various things this junior sister showed in the spiritual secret realm were enough to make him admire him. He asked directly: "How many rubies?"
"A small bench, ten thousand rubies."
When Sima Xun heard this, he couldn't help but press the hand on the wound on his forehead a little harder, causing him to hiss in pain and blood flowing out.
Now half of his face was covered in blood, which looked a little oozing in the night.
Mo Jing couldn't help but laugh, and asked with concern: "Brother, are you okay?"
"It's okay, it's okay." Sima Xun waved his hands quickly, then stared at the very beautiful junior sister, frowning, and asked with confusion: "What is this small bench made of? Does it cost ten thousand rubies?"
Yunzheng said calmly: "It's just made of ordinary wood. Because it's the characteristics of my hometown, it's more expensive. Senior brother, do you want it?"
Sima Xun muttered something suspiciously in a low voice, why should a small stool with the characteristics of his hometown be sold so expensively?
In the Emperor's Castle, this bench is not as expensive as a broom. A broom costs ten rubies, while a bench only costs nine rubies.
"Okay, give me one." Sima Xun frowned and said in a rather arrogant tone. He wanted to see what kind of small bench this was.
Let Feng Xinglan, a person as gentle as the moonlight, sit on such a small bench without any formality. It must be quite comfortable to sit on this small bench.
Yunzheng nodded, "Okay."
Deliver the goods with one hand and pay with the other hand.
Sima Xun originally wanted to sit next to them, but the hillside was too small and there was no room for so many people. He first glanced at Rong Mingrong Shaodian standing in the cold wind, then carried the small bench... and walked decisively
Go to the opposite hillside.
Seeing Rong Ming's cold face, he didn't want to stick to her.
Sima Xun occupied a small hillside by himself. He put down the small bench and sat down boldly.
The next moment, his face looked a little twisted and weird.
Sima Xun's pupils are slightly big, and this small bench is too small! It's too tight on the butt!
He subconsciously looked at the seven Yunzheng people and saw that they were sitting leisurely on the small bench, feeling no discomfort at all.
Sima Xun: "???" Is it because my butt is too big?
If he gets up, will they laugh at his big butt? This must not be exposed, it is too shameful.
For the sake of face, he endured it!
On the other side, Rong Ming's eyebrows were slightly raised. He moved his legs carefully, and a wave of numbness slowly came over him.
Oh, he would rather stand than sit on these shabby benches!
After a while, he sat down on the ground with a dark face. When daylight came, he stood up, probably because he was afraid that other people would see him and ruin his image as the young master of the Red Sky Divine Wind Temple.
…
On the tenth day, no one reached the finish line.
On the eleventh day, Yan Chen, Wen Gu, and Ru Xi'er all rushed to the fifth place.
In the end, Yan Chen passed the fifth place half a quarter of an hour faster than Ru Xi'er, becoming the tenth place to 'sweep the floor' of the spiritual secret realm this time.
Yan Chen walked towards his friends, took out a small bench from the storage space, squeezed in with them, and sat down.
Yan Chen looked slightly guilty, and smiled helplessly: "Sorry, I'm late again."
Yunzheng raised her eyebrows, "It's not too late at all."
Feng Xinglan nodded seriously: "That makes sense."
Hearing this, the friends couldn't help but laugh.
Sima Xun was attracted by the laughter and saw that Yan Chen could sit on the hillside because the gap between them was much smaller. He couldn't help but think to himself that he thought they were sitting some distance apart from each other because
We don't know each other very well, so what I didn't expect is that they can squeeze each other and leave a space.
So partial!
Soon, Ru Xi'er, Wen Gu, and Yi Qiuyue reached the finish line at eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth. When they saw the scene in front of them, they were slightly stunned.
There are eight people on the middle hillside and one person on each side hillside.
The weirdest thing is that the eight people in the middle are sitting in a row, eating fruit, just like people going to the theater.
And Rong Minrong Shaodian stood like a cold-faced sculpture.
Sima Xun was also sitting on the small bench, holding a spiritual fruit in his hand and eating it in big mouthfuls. There was already a pile of fruit cores at his feet. He seemed to be seriously injured.
The three of them: "..."
Ru Xier frowned slightly, looked at each other with Wen Gu, and decisively occupied another hillside.
Yi Qiuyue's eyes stayed on Yan Chen for a long time, with a hidden love in her eyes. When she saw the people around Yan Chen, a look of jealousy flashed across her face.
She also wanted to sit next to him...
Ru Xi'er looked back and saw Yi Qiuyue standing there stupidly, and said impatiently: "Yi Qiuyue, why are you still standing there?"
The sound of her words also successfully attracted the attention of those present.
Yi Qiuyue immediately lowered her head, with a bit of embarrassment on her face.
The four hills were divided into four groups of people, no, it should be said that they were divided into three groups of people, because Sima Xun was always chatting loudly with the people of Fengyun Team in the distance because he was bored.
In fact, Fengyun's friends have a pretty good impression of him and will chat with him from time to time.
In the early morning of the twelfth day, Yunzheng and others applied to leave the Linghua Secret Realm early. When Mr. Jin heard this, he thought about it and decided to let them come out early.
Sima Xun also applied for the Spiritualization Secret Realm because he was bored.
When Rong Ming heard that they could apply to go out, his mind turned around and he figured it out.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" Rong Ming stood there for several days, his face so gloomy that ink dripped from his face, and he asked coldly.
Hearing this question, the members of Fengyun Team looked slightly cold.
At this time, Yunzheng said with a half-smile: "First of all, I'm not familiar with you, and we had a small grudge. Secondly, you didn't ask me. Besides, Mr. Jin has never announced whether he can let you all go out.
Finally, didn’t Mr. Jin say that you should sweep enough land for two months?”
Mr. Jin only told her once that she could leave the secret realm in advance.
Perhaps it was because she reached the finish line too early that Elder Jin asked such a question. Otherwise, why didn't Elder Jin say anything more when the people behind her arrived?
When Rong Ming was scolded by Yunzheng in such a methodical manner, his face became more and more ugly, especially when he heard the sentence "Sweep the land for two months", he became even more unhappy.
Yan Chen looked at Rong Ming and said in a gentle tone: "Junior brother Rong, you should ask Mr. Jin now where you will be sweeping the floor in the next month and a half?"
"That's right." Mu Yin said with a bit of gloating: "Junior Brother Rong, sweeping the floor is a very happy thing."
"That makes sense." Feng Xinglan spoke slowly and added silently.
Rong Ming received heartbreaking messages from the three Overlord Senior Brothers.
Mr. Jin, who was outside the secret realm, suddenly said: "Rong Ming, in order not to waste the resources of the secret realm, please come out and sweep the floor in the academy."
Rong Ming was so angry that his face turned livid.
He stared at Yunzheng with a look that was so terrifying that he seemed to want to tear her into pieces.