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At night, the bright moon shines brightly, and the moon in the Chang'an guest room, Ning Chen stood in front of the window, looking at the starry sky, his deep eyes as deep as abyss, without any light.

Gradually, the spiritual platform of Zhiming was magnificent, the soul was ethereal, and the spiritual consciousness rushed straight into the starry sky.

In the vast star field, the magic waves roll, the phantom in black is born, standing in the starry sky, looking for traces of the immortal sedan chair.

The star field is vast, and the boundless fog occupies half of the star field. It is difficult to see clearly. Only those vitality and majestic life stars are so dazzling in the starry sky.

After searching for a long time, I could not see the trace of the immortal sedan chair. The demonic energy returned, and the soul was ready to return.

"magic"

At this moment, a majestic voice sounded in the starry sky. The next moment, the colorful light rolled, and a big hand appeared, facing the destiny.

Variables appear, the demonic aura changes, condenses into a black-clothed phantom, and points to the sword, shaking the big hand falling from the starry sky.

The bang was shaking violently, the rays of the rays were surging, and the demonic energy was surging. In the shocking aftermath, the hand covering the sky fell again.

Knowing his fate, he retreated, and the demonic energy gathered around him into a black divine edge, and a sword shook the sky and slashed out.

In an instant, the giant palm and sword light intersected, the starry sky rumbling, and after waves came, and the destiny turned into dozens of feet, and the demonic energy swayed violently.

On the other side, the little finger of the big hand and the little finger of the sky was cut off by the same root, and the air flow was everywhere.

"oh?"

A sigh of appreciation sounded, the colorful glow rose, and the giant palm returned to this again. He took the endless pressure and his power was even better than the previous few points.

Zhiming narrowed his eyes and pointed his left hand together. The magic wave rolled and slowly dripped across the sword body. Then Hong Tao was undercurrent sweeping around, stunning the magic power and reaching its peak again.

Just as the two moves confronted each other again, on the life star below, the sound of silk strings came, and the sound waves rippled, hitting the big hand falling from the sky.<>

Ning Chen took a moment of opportunity and stepped on his feet, the demonic energy gathered back, and the spiritual consciousness returned.

Jinxi City, Xiaoyue Chang'an guest room, Ning Chen's eyes flashed, the realm of stepping on the immortals, and it was a realm of stepping on the immortals far beyond his cognition.

"Dangdang"

Outside the room, the knock sounded, and after a few creaks, the door opened, Yin'er stood pitifully in front of the door and said, "I can't sleep."

Ning Chen looked at the little girl and frowned. Didn’t this girl always sleep well? She couldn’t wake her up before.

After thinking for a while, Ning Chen thought of the reason and said, "Come in first."

Upon hearing this, Yin'er stepped into the room, closed the door, poured a cup of tea consciously, handed it to the former, and said in a sweet voice, "Why are you not sleeping yet?"

"Not sleepy"

Ning Chen took the tea and said calmly, "Sleep here, I'll be by your side, I won't leave."

Yin'er nodded vigorously, climbed to the bed beside her, closed her eyes, and her little face was exhausted.

Ning Chen stepped forward and pulled the quilt for the little girl, patting it gently so that the little girl could sleep with peace of mind.

He understood that Yin'er couldn't sleep because he had abandoned her once. In this strange place, she had only the only person she knew. If he left again, the little girl would be truly unfriendly.

While sleeping soundly, Yin'er's little hand subconsciously grabbed the corner of the clothes of the person beside her, and the tension on her little face was relieved.

Wrong, wrong, Ning Chen was silent, knowing that he had taken the wrong path, but even though he knew it was wrong, he could no longer turn around.<>

In the room with the word "Ming", the man behind the bead curtain was tidying up the flowers and plants in the room, and a curve appeared on the corner of his mouth. The strange demon made him interested.

He was obviously a demon and had lost his human nature, but he was still able to judge what he should do based on his memory. He was very curious about how long this fragile and emotional rationality could last.

The word "love" is too light, hurting others, too seriously, hurting oneself, and can make a person who is still three of his rationality obsessed with. It can be seen how painful the person has experienced.

Outside the Ming guest room, the shopkeeper bowed respectfully and said.

"How is the profit this month? You can achieve the goal I set for you," the man spoke behind the bead curtain.

"The profit is 4,900 taels, but the pot of top daughter red given by the owner today is worth 1,000 taels of silver. There are only three days left in this month, and it is difficult to earn another 1,100 taels," the shopkeeper said in a difficult manner.

"I have set a goal, so I can't change it. You can find a way for yourself," the man said calmly.

"Owner, this is really impossible." The shopkeeper was embarrassed.

"Is this something I should worry about? No matter what method you use, as long as the final result, if I fail to achieve the goal in the end, the poor money will be deducted from your salary," the man said lightly.

"Well"

The shopkeeper's tone was stagnant and said helplessly, "The owner is really kind-hearted and polite to his subordinates."

"Get out"

The man didn't care and said calmly.

The shopkeeper saluted again and turned around and retreated.

Outside the morning moon and Chang'an, the night gradually became brighter. In the Tianzi Room, Ning Chen sat by the bed all night, guarding the sleeping little girl, quietly thinking about some things.<>

At dawn, Yin'er woke up, opened her eyes, saw the figure sitting by the bed, and smiled sweetly.

"Get up and wash, go down and eat something later," Ning Chen stood up and said.

"Um"

Yin'er sat up, rubbed her big eyes, walked out of bed, and began to prepare for washing herself.

The little girl's makeup is always troublesome, and Ning Chen knows nothing about it and can't help, so he stood by and watched quietly without saying a word.

Half an hour later, the two went downstairs, Yin'er pulled the former's sleeve and looked at the entire restaurant curiously with big eyes.

In the early morning, there are fewer guests in Chang'an. On the high platform, there are only women wearing veils playing the piano, and the sound of the piano echoes in the hall.

Yin'er ordered a table of food and started eating happily.

Ning Chen was still sitting quietly aside, drinking tea while waiting.

"You eat"

Yin'er added a mouthful of vegetables and handed them to the former, saying in a sweet voice.

"I'm not hungry, you can eat it."

Ning Chen responded calmly and said.

"oh"

Yin'er put the vegetables into her mouth, smiled cutely, and then buried her head and continued to eat.

"Hongluan, go to toast the two guests. Today, let's choose Wuxin Tanmeng."

In the Ming guest room, a man's voice came out and said.

"yes"

On the high platform, the woman wearing a veil who was playing the piano stopped, responded, then got up and went to the wine rack beside to take down a pot of wine, and walked towards the two of them.

Behind the counter, the shopkeeper kept smiling and laughing and his face froze. His heart was like a thousand swords cutting. Wuxin Tanmeng, three thousand taels of silver. It doesn’t matter when the poster said this. Xiaoyue Changan’s profit in one month was gone. It seems that his salary really can’t be saved.

"Young Master, I wish you a cup"

Hongluan poured a glass of wine, brought it to the young man in black in front of him, and said softly.

Ning Chen took the wine, drank it all, and placed the wine glass on the table.

"Little sister, sister, I'll give you a drink"

Hongluan poured another cup, brought it to the little girl who was huddling her head to eat, and said gently.

Yin'er raised her head and laughed. As soon as she stretched out her little hand, she was beaten.

"She is still young and can't drink. I'll drink this for her."

Ning Chen took the wine glass, said lightly, and then drank it all again.

On the second floor, in the Ming guest room, a plain smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth, and he didn't say anything more.

In the lobby on the first floor, Hongluan toast, which made the few guests in the hall look at each other frequently. Over the years, Miss Hongluan has never given anyone a toast to anyone, even the royal relatives. What is this young man in black?

Ning Chen didn't care about other people's gaze at all, and Yin'er was not very loyal. She buried her head in eating her own, and whoever liked to see would see.

On the side, Hongluan subconsciously moved half a step to the little girl, and then she couldn't feel it. Only after she really got close to this young man in black could she discover the cold coldness of the latter's body, which made people feel cold all over.

"Sister, I'll do it for drinking, you can go back." Yin'er saw the unnatural appearance of the former, Zhan Yan smiled and said.

There was a hint of embarrassment in Hongluan's eyes. Although she didn't want to stay here, she did not dare to violate the poster's order.

"Come back"

At this moment, a man on the second floor heard a voice.

"yes"

Hongluan bowed respectfully and walked away.

"This sister must be very good."

Looking at the former's delicate back, Yin'er envied.

"It's not as good as you," Ning Chen said calmly.

Yin'er heard this, her eyebrows were curved and she said happily, "I can speak."
To be continued...