I am a mage and a wet nurse, so using seven swords is not too much, right?

The little fat man's voice suddenly came.

Ning Ruan was stunned and clearly felt that the shielding restriction set by her third father was gone.

But unexpectedly, no one was curious about her sudden disappearance and sudden appearance.

It's like... nothing happened.

Of course, as long as you are not blind, you can also notice another thing.

"That painting...and your third father...are missing?" Mu Yiqiu blurted out subconsciously.

"Go home." Ning Ruan nodded.

Mu Yiqiu: "..." The word 'ba' is very spiritual.

But now, there is another thing that is even more outrageous.

Liang Xiuxiu, Yan Liang, the little fat man and Mu Yiqiu all had two bags in their hands.

It's actually full of magical storage items.

Storage rings, storage bracelets, storage bags, and even hairpins, jade pendants, belts...it's simply dazzling.

The little fat man swallowed his saliva, and the shock in his tone was no weaker than the one he howled before, "Miss Ning, did you just see it? These storage spiritual weapons all flew into the bag by themselves, and even the restrictions were gone. !”

Ning Ruan really didn't see it.

But I can guess.

To be able to do this kind of thing, he must be either his third father or his eldest father.

And judging from the situation, his eldest father temporarily controlled the painting. Although it was only for a few breaths, it was enough for him to do something.

……

Somewhere in the world is an unknowable place.

There are no stars, moon or sun here.

There is no change of day or night.

There are no four seasons.

But there are people.

After there were people, there were stars, moon, sun, day and night, and four seasons.

Because someone wants to see it, there it is.

When you don't want to look, everything can turn into nothingness.

No one knows how long this place has existed.

Throughout the endless years, it seems to have always been there.

Ben also has no name.

It’s just that after someone, there’s a name.

Changsheng Village.

It is its past, present and future, its only name.

Somewhere in an elegant and quiet wooden house.

The man in white who was sitting upright and painting at his desk was suddenly struck by his hand.

A golden light flew from the sky into the center of his eyebrows.

After a breath, he raised his lips slightly helplessly and put down the golden brush made of unknown materials in his hand.

"Since you said you would let Little Ruanruan rely on yourself, why did you help?"

"When did I say I wouldn't help?"

"Oh, fortune teller, can't you really leave little Ruanruan in the village? With us here, her path will be as smooth as ever."

"No."

"Okay, I knew you would say that." After a pause, the man in white suddenly slowly opened his lips, "When she goes to the other world, are you really ready to let her go and ignore her?"

"...I didn't say that, it's just...that we shouldn't interfere too much in certain things."

Listening to that ethereal and deep voice, the man in white smiled and said nothing.

A moment later.

Then I heard that ethereal voice ringing again:

"But those who should intervene have intervened, so what can they do?"

……

The lord of Liangcheng was actually ready to destroy the city.

But who would have thought.

In such a terrifying battle, a total of five of the eight twelve realms lost their lives, but Liang Cheng escaped with such ease.

The city was not destroyed.

Not even much damage.

All this was due to the painting fairy in white whose name he had never heard of... Yes, in the heart of the city lord of Liang City, that person definitely deserves the name of painting fairy.

too strong.

It feels like even a strong person from the Thirteenth Level of Jiu Xuan Sect is definitely no match for that person.

He led the law enforcement team leader, suppressed the shock in his heart, and quickly moved to Ning Ruan, his attitude was unprecedentedly polite.

"Miss Ning, these people..."

He pointed at the monks from various sects who were still lying around and unable to get up.

Ning Ruan had already obtained the magical storage device, and even saved the effort to break the restriction. He was in an indescribable mood, "Does the city lord want to ask me for compensation?"

The damage to Liangcheng was not serious, but some buildings and houses were inevitably damaged.

But how could the city lord dare to ask this little ancestor to pay for this little damage?

"Miss Ning misunderstood. They started the war, and they should pay compensation."

The monks from various sects who could only lie on the ground helpless and possibly desolate said: "..." I'm sorry.

How can they afford to pay compensation?

Not to mention the storage spiritual weapons, even the defensive spiritual weapons he was wearing were taken away.

Especially those casual cultivators, they were like wolves who had not seen meat for hundreds of years, even their shoes were stripped off by them.

"Miss Ning, your Majesty..." the Lord of Liang City asked tentatively.

"Let's go, what happened?" Ning Ruan raised her eyes.

"Ahem..." The Lord of Liangcheng stopped again and again, "No, no, it's just a pity that your father left so fast. I didn't even have time to ask him to come in. It's a bit rude."

"Really? I can also ask my third father to come back now..."

"...That's not necessary. Senior's affairs are more important. How can you disturb him at will? Let's wait until we have the opportunity to talk about it in the future."

The Lord of Liang City was frightened and refused.

How could Ning Ruan not see the other party's intention?

It's a lie to ask for her third father, but it's true to want to find out the origin of her third father from her, right?

"Actually, my third father is not busy, he is quite free." Ning Ruan said leisurely, "My other fathers are not busy either, they are all very free. Although my home is quite far from here, if they want to come, they can come right away."

"..." Other dads can come as soon as they want...

The Lord of Liang City took a deep breath.

He is indeed an incredible strong man.

Ning Ruan stopped talking to the city lord, but raised his eyes and glanced around the people lying on the ground.

"Remember what I said, when calling for reinforcements, it's best to call for people with natural resources, otherwise life or death will be unpredictable."

"By the way, if I don't need the things in these storage devices, you can buy them back. Remember to exchange them with heavenly materials and earthly treasures. It's a fair transaction and you won't suffer any loss."

"..." You have to spend money to buy your own things. Is this called not suffering a loss?

The resentful monks from various sects just watched helplessly as the group of enemies who were still talking and laughing left.

And what's even more annoying is...

They are already so miserable.

He would also be exploited by the shameless Lord of Liang City.

"Everyone, Miss Ning and the others are gone, let's talk about compensation, shall we?"

……

Zhen Gourmet Shop.

There are no restrictions on storage of spiritual weapons.

The speed of dividing the spoils is much faster.

But this time.

Geng Er and others, who had been scheming all along, were unexpectedly cowed.

"Miss Ning, use it, you don't need so much... We haven't done anything, and we really have no shame in taking the 30%."

Although 30% needs to be divided equally among them, the harvest this time is really huge. Even if it is divided like this, it can still get an eye-catching sum.