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Chapter 215 This Is Not Your Home?

Although the identity in this world is a Taoist priest and a master of swordsmanship, it has to be said that Song Qingqiu does not know how to slay demons.

In comparison, Song Qingqiu is really better at swordsmanship.

After leaving the temple, Song Qingqiu soon encountered a town outside, and after leaving the town, Song Qingqiu encountered an air wall.

Although he could see the scene in the distance, he couldn't get out of the air wall at all. If Song Qingqiu hadn't known about the existence of the air wall in advance, Song Qingqiu might feel that he had encountered a ghost hitting the wall.

This world may be a relatively small kind of world, right?

With this in mind, Song Qingqiu took a nice stroll around the town.

After walking around for a while, Song Qingqiu found that the situation in this small town was very bad.

It may be because there are monsters not far away, everyone in the town is sick, and it looks like they may die at any time.

The people in the small town all went to pray to the gods and worship the Buddha, although Song Qingqiu found out that none of them had any power after perceiving it.

Song Qingqiu, who still couldn't find his target after searching around the town, decided to return to the ruined temple after thinking about it.

"Huh? Who made it here, and how did it get so clean?"

Looking at the clean and tidy room and the beds, tables and chairs in the room, Song Qingqiu's heart moved slightly.

Could it be that Su Bai made these things?

Among other things, just talking about the bed is very possible.

Su Bai's bed is not the kind of bed with complicated patterns, but a relatively simple bed. There is a mattress on the walnut bed frame, and there are sheets and small thin quilts printed with Pikachu on it.

Su Bai, who has long been protected from cold and heat, does not need to cover himself with a quilt, and a small quilt is just to keep himself from catching cold.

Song Qingqiu has never been to Su Bai's room, and he doesn't know what Su Bai's room looks like, but he has to admit that the bed does not match the style here.

After thinking about it, Song Qingqiu lay down directly on the bed.

I decided to play my role well this time.

Play tricks on him. ． ．
Thinking of this, Song Qingqiu quickly fell asleep.

After coming here, Song Qingqiu has not been able to sleep well for a while, the environment here is really bad.

Yan Chixia is a seasoned veteran, she sleeps in the open air, sleeps in big trees, and sleeps on graves.

This is actually very common here, almost the norm for those who are out and about.

If you don't have any martial arts skills, you won't even dare to enter places like ruined temples.

Places like ruined temples are mostly places where people who rob the road gather, and they are not good men and women.

Yan Chixia is a master, and she is not afraid of robbers, but it is not easy to encounter a ruined temple.

Many times, Yan Chixia slept on a tree.

As a powerful warrior, Yan Chixia has already reached the realm of invulnerability to cold and heat, which allows him to come and go freely in extremely cold and extremely hot environments.

There is a difference between being invulnerable to cold and heat and being invulnerable to water and fire.

Cold and heat invulnerability means that people will not be affected by temperature. Both high temperature and low temperature will hurt people. If the state of cold and heat invulnerability is reached, then people can survive in high temperature and low temperature environments.

Water and fire are invulnerable, which can make people resistant to ice and fire.

Yan Chixia, who is not affected by cold and heat, can be said to be very comfortable outside, so naturally she doesn't care about where she sleeps.

But Song Qingqiu was different.

Song Qingqiu really couldn't accept this rough way of life.

Although he is a master of swordsmanship, Song Qingqiu has never lived a life of too much hardship, at least he has never had the experience of sleeping on straw.

She is a martial artist, not a sufferer.

Nor is it possible to practice peerless magic arts after suffering.

"found it!"

In front of a big tree, Su Bai stopped.Looking at the big tree in front of him, Su Bai nodded with satisfaction.

The bed maintained by the transfiguration technique can last for another ten minutes. Although it can be transformed again, the cost performance is too low.

It is better to build the bed first.

After Su Bai got up early in the morning and ate something, he went out to look for suitable materials. He needed enough wood, which could be made into bed boards.

As for the mattress. ． ．

It seems that magic can only be used to deal with it, but fortunately, it is not too difficult.

Su Bai pulled out his wand and waved it lightly, several sharp blades cut the big tree open.

The big tree fell down, and Su Bai waved his magic wand, causing the wood to float.

Su Bai started to use the magic, and soon each piece of wood and wood was made by Su Bai, and these were the shapes that Su Bai had already shaped.

After drying the moisture in the wood with a magic wand, Su Bai took the wood and prepared to go back.

"who are you?"

Su Bai, who returned to Lanruo Temple with the wood, looked at the slovenly man lying on the ground and asked.

"I'm Yan Chixia! Kid, who are you?"

Song Qingqiu didn't get up, he turned over casually on the ground, supported his head with his hands and asked.

That's right!I am no longer Song Qingqiu!Now I am Yan Chixia!
Hey hey!
"Yan Chixia? My name is Ning Caichen, can you leave my house?"

Su Bai snorted, and then signaled Yan Chixia to leave.

Although the bed had turned back into straw and was pressed under Yan Chixia's body, Su Bai still recognized that this was his bed.

In other words, this guy slept directly on his own bed.

"Look at what you said, this is a temple, not your home, okay?"

Song Qingqiu rolled his eyes and said.

Of course, Lanruo Temple is not Su Bai's home. If the owner is said to be the monk, of course, but now the monks are all dead, and this place has become a land without an owner.

If it is necessary to find a master for Lanruo Temple, the tree demon grandma may be the real master.

In contrast, Su Bai's statement is naturally untenable.

"Is it not my house or yours?" Su Bai rolled his eyes and said, "If you don't leave, I will use force!"

My principal!
Are you here to experience life or to ruin the gaming experience?

This game is not for you!
Song Qingqiu couldn't help rolling his eyes in his heart.

It has to be said that Su Bai really didn't experience the gameplay of a story player. For him, this place is no different from the ordinary world, and it doesn't feel like playing an immersive experience at all.

Song Qingqiu sighed in his heart, but Song Qingqiu had no choice.

You can't directly reveal your identity, and then continue to play the plot with the principal?

It really is. ． ．
"Martial power? You are a weak scholar, where did you get your martial power?" Song Qingqiu said pretentiously, "Boy, do you know where this place is? This is Lanruo Temple, and there are monsters in Lanruo Temple. You will be eaten by ghosts if you come here." Understand!"

(End of this chapter)