When Qin Xinyao woke up, it was already dark outside.
She rubbed her eyes, half of her face was marked red by the tabletop, which looked a bit funny.
"How long have I been sleeping...so late? It's time to close, why didn't the shopkeeper come to remind me?"
Only then did Qin Xinyao realize that the entire restaurant was empty except for the two of them.
Jing Yingrong was looking at an unknown place. She slowly focused her gaze on Qin Xinyao and said, "I told them not to disturb you."
"...How many spirit stones did you give?"
"Three pieces, top quality."
Qin Xinyao opened her mouth.
Then she covered her face with her hands.
"You don't need to give so much...Sister Jing, can I owe you this money first?"
"Can."
The two left the restaurant.
Even though it was night, there were still fewer people on the street than during the day. Various sparkling magic lamps embellish the night with brilliance.
"I come to this shop often. Its pure porcelain bottles are the best for storing elixirs."
"Did you see that store with the red plaque over there? I like its Ningshen Incense, but it's too expensive, so I can only buy it occasionally."
"The quality of the magic weapons sold in this shop used to be very good, but since the forger was changed, the quality has deteriorated."
"That store..."
Qin Xinyao talked all the way, and from her words, we can get a glimpse of her daily life trajectory.
Jing Yingrong listened quietly. She barely spoke, but Qin Xinyao didn't feel embarrassed at all.
Suddenly, a figure bumped into him and knocked half of Qin Xinyao's arm.
"Who! You can't walk without eyes!"
Before Qin Xinyao could speak, the other party started yelling.
This is a man in gorgeous clothes. His cultivation level is not high, but the robes, shoes and hair crown he wears are all of high quality.
When the man in the Chinese shirt saw Qin Xinyao's face, he immediately put on a smile: "Oh, so cool..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Jing Yingrong next to him again. After being stunned for a while, his eyes burst out with a fanatical light, "Where is this beauty, hehe!"
There was a hint of lewdness in his smile, and he couldn't help but pull the hand of Ying Rong in the mirror.
"roll!"
Qin Xinyao bumped her elbow into the man's chest without using her spiritual power, causing the man in the Chinese shirt to fly backwards two feet away.
The man in the Chinese shirt got up in embarrassment and stared at Qin Xinyao in shock and anger: "How dare you!"
"I just dared, what? Are you taking it too lightly?"
Qin Xinyao rolled up her sleeves as she spoke, approaching the man step by step, "It's not allowed to use spiritual power to fight in the city, but it's enough to deal with you."
The coercion of the middle stage of foundation building came out, and the man in the Chinese shirt swallowed his saliva. He glanced at the reflection in the glasses, and his mind was fascinated, and he became bolder again: "Do you know who I am! I am -"
"I don't care who you are."
Qin Xinyao grabbed the man in the Chinese shirt by the collar, used strength in her hands, and threw him directly into the empty alley next to him. The man in the Chinese shirt was knocked unconscious and couldn't stand up for a long time.
Qin Xinyao ignored the various looks from people around her, clapped her hands and returned to Jing Yingrong.
"What a disappointment."
After cursing casually, Qin Xinyao forgot about the man in the Chinese shirt in a blink of an eye and continued to chat about interesting things with Jing Yingrong.
Jing Yingrong turned around and glanced at the alleyway where the man in the Chinese shirt fell into.
"Sister Jing, what are you looking at?"
"Give it back to him."
"What?"
"nothing."
…
"You bitch, it hurts me to death!"
The man in the Chinese shirt got up while swearing. He was about to walk out of the alley when his vision suddenly went dark and a huge shadow enveloped him.
The man raised his head and saw a tall figure standing in front of him, blocking the entrance to the alley. The figure was dark, as if standing against the light, and his figure could not be clearly seen.
"Who are you? Don't block the road. Get away."
The man in the Chinese shirt impatiently tried to push the figure, but he didn't.
He opened his mouth to curse angrily, but suddenly fell silent when his eyes touched the other person's face, and the curse got stuck in his throat.
Two red lights lit up at the eyes of the figure's face, filled with lust and evil.
A familiar voice sounded to the man: "Where did you find this great beauty? Hehe!"
It was his own voice.
The black figure imprisoned the man in the Chinese shirt, allowing him to kick, fight, and even use magic weapons and spells. However, the black figure remained unaffected and continued to do what he wanted.
All movement in the alley was wrapped and blocked by black shadows, making it unknown to the outside world. The man's screams echoed in the alley, but the people passing by the alley were unaware of it.
…
In an abandoned tower in the south of the city, Qin Xinyao climbed to the top of the tower with a mirror to reflect her face.
The view here is excellent, overlooking most of the city.
“After my mother passed away, whenever I was in a bad mood, I would come to this place.
Looking at the prosperous fireworks, you will feel that you are very small, and those troublesome things will also become very small. "
The night wind blew Qin Xinyao's long hair, and a few strands of hair flew to Jing Yingrong's face.
"Sister Jing, have you ever had any troubles?"
Jing Yingrong looked at the sea of lights and people below and didn't answer for a long time.
"Trouble, what does it feel like?"
she asked.
Qin Xinyao laughed dumbly.
"Sister Jing, I'm really curious about what your previous life was like."
Jing Yingrong raised his head slightly, seeming to be looking far away.
"Sleep, fight."
"Sleeping?" Qin Xinyao looked confused, "Don't you need to practice, collect heavenly materials and earthly treasures, earn spiritual stones, or warm up magic weapons?"
"unnecessary."
Qin Xinyao was completely stunned.
After a long time, with a hint of caution and temptation, she asked softly: "Sister Jing, are you... a human?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yes."
Qin Xinyao stared at her eyes and frowned.
"Then, it seems that your growing environment is too special, and I... can't understand it."
Qin Xinyao touched her nose, "But, I will try my best to change you. As promised, I want you to live more like a human being."
"Um."
"Actually, I can give you some advice right now."
"What is it?"
"Sister Jing, your cultivation level is too high. You can easily do things that ordinary people have to go through a certain process. Although this is good, it undoubtedly hinders you from experiencing the life of ordinary people."
"Um."
"So, you can try not to rely so much on your cultivation. For example, don't use teleportation when unnecessary; for another example, when killing monsters, use magic weapons and spells instead of directly crushing them with your cultivation. .”
"good."
"You have to integrate into the group, have more contact with people, and communicate with people more. Over time, you may be able to experience different emotions."
"good."
"Why do you agree to everything I say? Don't you question it?"
Qin Xinyao clapped her chin and asked with a smile.
Jing Yingrong: "You have good intentions."
"puff."
Qin Xinyao couldn't help laughing, her eyebrows arched and she said, "Then let me tell you the last point."
"Um."
Qin Xinyao pressed her two index fingers on the corners of her lips reflected in the mirror, and gently lifted them upward.
"Smile more."
