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    He did like it.

    The peach blossom eyes showed endless tenderness, as if they were dewdrops in the morning, which was delightful.

    After the divine soul contract, there was a divine sense between him and Jun Zi See. Even more so, he couldn’t wait to try out the sword.

    When Shangguan Ruoxi saw that he liked it, she couldn’t help but feel happy in her heart “Chongming and the others are all upstairs hunting zombies, you should go too, go and try out your Gentleman’s Sword, and cultivate a relationship with it in the meantime.”

    Wan Qi Zhi sniffed and cast a sidelong glance at her, what kind of feelings did he cultivate with a sword? He wanted to cultivate a relationship with a person, but the person hadn’t gotten the hang of it yet?

    Yet still nodding. “Then you be safe.”

    He really needed to save up some more crystal cores, he couldn’t keep relying on the girl to provide him with cultivation resources.

    An hour later, the crowd ended their adventure for the day.

    Hit the road.

    From a distance, he saw a bruised teenager lying outside the door of Public House 8.

    The crowd looked at each other, alert at the same time, and Wanqi Zhi stopped Shangguan Ruoxi behind him, his gentleman’s sword in his hand as he walked towards the teenager.

    “Cough cough cough ……”

    The teenager was in a mess and his face was dirty and covered in blood.

    Coughing a few times, he suddenly covered his chest in pain and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood.

    Seeing someone coming toward him, he forced himself to sit up in a weak position.

    ? He was seen in a torn and tattered Taoist robe, carrying a small parcel on his back, and his hair bun on his head was a bit messy, with a rosewood hairpin sticking out in a loose manner.

    Even with his bloodstained face it was hard to hide the freshness of his face.

    Quite an image of a young monk in the world of Immortal Cultivation.

    Wan Qi Zhi wrinkled his eyebrows, his face cold “What are you doing here?”

    The teenager laboriously climbed to his feet and wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth. Regularly, he gave a salute.

    “I am the Xuan Sect Xiao Dao Mi Zixi. My ancestral home is in Kun Bei Mountain, and I was ordered by my master to travel down the mountain. I was assassinated instead of saving someone, so I’ve come here to look for the Xiao Dao’s master, so can you all doctors make a good karma and ferry me across?”

    Why don’t you come halfway up the mountain to ask for help when there are so many places down the mountain to ask for help?

    “Little Taoist Master is courteous, it’s hard to measure yourself these days, so I really have no intention or ability to help you. You hurry up and go.” Wanqi Zhi said.

    Shangguan Ruoxi walked over from the back, and she did feel that the teenager had a bit of an affinity for her.

    And she had just probed with her divine sense. The teenager had already started cultivating and was now at the second level of Qi Practicing.

    In a rare act of compassion, he took out a box of snacks from space and handed it to the teenager. “I can only help you so much, we have also just returned from going out to look for supplies, it will be dark soon and it’s not safe outside.”

    The teenager took the snack and looked up at Shangguan Ruoxi wanting to show her appreciation.

    The moment he saw Shangguan Ruoxi s face, the teenager s expression began to change constantly, excited, aggrieved, and grateful …… froze and stared at Shangguan Ruoxi for several seconds.

    “Punt” kneeled in front of Shangguan Ruoxi “Master, master, I can be considered to find you ……” hugging Shangguan Ruoxi’s legs crying pitifully.

    He confused the crowd in the room with this maneuver.

    Wanqi Zhi went forward and tried to pull him away, the teenager held Shangguan Ruoxi in a death grip and wouldn’t let go, and was just about to use his spiritual power when Shangguan Ruoxi stopped him.

    She could sense that the teenager meant no harm.

    Hesitating for a moment, he still patted the teenager’s messy hair “You cry first, who is your master?”

    The teenager looked at her with big tearful eyes “You are my master.”

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