Reborn in Another World: A Husband from Heaven

Han Shaoqing and Xing Yun nodded together.

How could they not like such a good thing!

Hong Chen looked at the two people's frank gazes, smiled meaningfully, and asked casually: "But do you know how many spirit stones this flying boat needs?"

Hearing this, Han Shaoqing and Xing Yun both shook their heads again.

They were born and raised in Qingzhou. They grew up in a wild environment and had a hard life. How could they spare the time or energy to understand these things that they could not even reach or even think of?

The other lived a carefree life, just because he was loved by someone. He knew no sorrow, no pain, no sadness, and only enjoyed himself. Even if he saw, knew, and heard something, it was just some unofficial history of Qingzhou.

Hong Chen looked at the two and shook his head. He was not very surprised. He just felt that the two were like a blank sheet of paper, like fools who came out of a mountain.

In the past, she would not even look at such a person.

It's just because such people are too stubborn and don't know how to adapt.

They are too foolish to cultivate immortality, and are destined to go nowhere.

However, Han Shaoqing and Xing Yun could give her a different feeling.

Hong Chen laughed softly, and after a moment, he looked up at Han Shaoqing and the others and said, "This one, probably needs this many!"

Hong Chen looked at them and raised a finger.

Xing Yun looked at the finger Hongchan stretched out, blinked his innocent and curious eyes and said: "One thousand spirit stones."

Hongchan smiled faintly and shook his head.

Xing Yun frowned, his smile faded, and he swallowed his saliva, looked at Hong Chen cautiously and asked: "Ten thousand."

Hong Chen shook his finger and said, "One million."

Hearing this, Han Shaoqing and Xing Yun seemed to have heard hallucinations, their curious expressions frozen on their faces, their eyes were as big as copper bells, and their mouths were wide open enough to fit an egg. After a while, they retracted their shocked expressions and looked at each other tacitly. Xing Yun swallowed again and asked in a low voice: "Low-grade spirit stone."

As if he was afraid to ask loudly and disrupt this environment.

They would rather believe that Senior Hongchen had just used a charm on them and played a joke on them, and that they were hallucinating.

These are just fantasies.

They are usually used for breaking.

Senior Hongchen raised his hand and gently stroked a strand of hair, his red lips smiling ostentatiously, breaking the expectations of the two people in a very malicious way: "No, it's top grade."

When the two heard this answer, their reactions were different.

Perhaps because he had been prepared for this, Han Shaoqing was able to accept the rest of the story.

However, this price still pushed his newly-awakened dream back to the deepest corner of his heart.

Xing Yun then dropped the teacup he was holding onto the deck, making a loud bang.

The remnant soul saw the two people's expressions change, and asked with a smile: "Do you still think I don't have a dream?"

Xing Yun ignored Master Canhun's words and looked at Han Shaoqing with innocent eyes and said, "Brother Shaoqing, let's go back to make the elixir! It's almost time to get some fresh air. There's nothing to see here anyway. It's all white."

When Han Shaoqing heard Xing Yun's words, a trace of helplessness flashed across his eyes.

He looked at Xing Yun in front of him with amusement, who was looking up slightly and blinking his big eyes at him. He pinched Xing Yun's little face with a malicious look, and sighed jokingly, "It seems that in my husband's heart, the spirit stone is more important than me!"

Xing Yun ignored the hand that was messing with his face, looked at Han Shaoqing sincerely, stretched out his hand to hold his arm and said coquettishly: "No way, in my heart, Brother Shaoqing is the most important. But - but - we have to think a little bit about the baby." Xing Yun also stretched out his hand and gestured: "Just a little bit. And, I will also accompany Brother Shaoqing, and will not leave Brother Shaoqing alone."

Han Shaoqing watched Xing Yun act like a spoiled child, trying to distance himself from his actions, and asked with amusement, "Really?"

Xing Yun nodded without hesitation.

Master Canhun interrupted again: "Yes! Why don't you hurry up and practice? You have consumed so many spirit stones, but you haven't advanced yet. Why don't you work hard?"

Han Shaoqing and Xing Yun seemed to have closed their ears and walked away calmly from them, turning a deaf ear.

The remaining soul stared at the two people's backs as they left, staring at them, pointing his finger at them, and angrily said "you you" for a long time, but he didn't say the second half of the sentence.

Hong Chen watched the two people leave, shook his head in amusement, looked at Canhun and said: "Senior, your two disciples have strong personalities!"

The remnant soul snorted angrily, poured a cup of tea and drank it in big gulps, then snorted angrily and said with gritted teeth: "What kind of personality is this? It's obvious that you have no respect for your elders and betray your teachers and ancestors."

Hong Chen glanced at the angry remnant soul indifferently. Although he gritted his teeth, there was no murderous intent in his words.

She shook her head with some envy and amusement.

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After the conversation that day, Han Shaoqing immersed himself in his daily life of refining pills and practicing.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

Their flying boat finally arrived above a small island in the Endless Sea.

At this time, Canhun and Hongchen were standing at the bow, looking at the small island below the sky. On the island, there were many people gathered, and these people were all cultivators.

The remnant soul frowned and looked at the people below, speculating: "Why are there so many people here? They don't know the news about the underground palace!"

Hearing this, Hong Chen also looked heavy-hearted, frowned, shook his head and said: "I don't know either."

But they all had some bad news in their hearts.

Their large flying boat also attracted the attention of the people below.

But they were not stupid. After all, not everyone had this flying boat, so they just watched quietly and did not rush forward to drive it away.

Hong Chen controlled the flying boat to land on a corner of the island.

There were many people around not far away, monitoring their actions.

Hong Chen casually glanced at the people around him, pointed at one of the women and said, "Come here."

When the woman saw Hong Chen pointing his finger at her, she first looked at Hong Chen, then at herself, and finally at the people around her. Finally, she put on a smile, which seemed very sincere, but it seemed like it was painted on her face, stiff.

She then walked towards the red dust.

Hong Chen saw someone coming over and asked the woman with a smile: "Hello, may I ask, what happened here? Why are there so many people gathered here?"

The woman's fake smile froze for a moment before she looked at Hong Chen and answered him: "I heard there is an underground palace here, so everyone came here."

Hong Chen frowned: "How did you know the news?"

The woman was about to say something when a man with an anxious look rushed over, grabbed her arm, and asked worriedly: "Sanniang, are you okay?"

The person named Sanniang was in a trance for a moment, then she looked at the man beside her and asked in confusion: "Zhou Yan, why are you here?"

Zhou Yan heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Sanniang was fine. He said, "I was a little worried when I saw that you didn't send us any news after you came here, so I came to check on you."

When Sanniang heard Zhou Yan's words, she smiled gently and said, "It's okay."

Zhou Yan pulled Sanniang behind him, then looked at Hongchen and asked politely: "Senior, do you have anything else to ask? You can ask me."

Hong Chen looked at the two people in front of him and was actually dazed.

Seeing that the senior in front of him had dull eyes, Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Hong Chen's eyes. Seeing that Hong Chen still did not respond, he swallowed his saliva and asked again: "Senior, are you okay?"