There seems to be something wrong with the fairy world

Qing Lan turned her head silently, took out four shimmering coins, and handed them to the woman.

"That person looks inexplicably familiar..." The woman took the coin and rubbed her arms unnaturally.

"You just said that you felt the hunter." Qing Lan brought the topic back.

"Oh, yes." The woman approached Qing Lan mysteriously: "This is what my fellow clan reminded me, saying that there is always a nobleman watching me recently."

Qinglan looked at the woman silently, and the woman in the red dress hurriedly explained: "It's not that kind of look. If you want to make a deal with me, he should come directly, but that noble master is just watching me secretly. You said that apart from the hunter, Which nobleman would be so bored and secretly pay attention to me, a lowly female branch girl?"

Qing Lan handed the woman seven or eight coins with a blank expression: "There is nothing important, so try to find me as little as possible in the future."

The woman happily accepted the coin, but complained deliberately: "Cruel-hearted master, since you are so ruthless, I would be happy to give you more money."

Qinglan turned to leave, the woman pulled out a handkerchief from her waist, and waved goodbye to Qinglan, with a hint of reluctance: "Master often comes to see her~"

Seeing this scene, Lance surrounded Ke Lin gossipingly: "Hey, little Ke Lin, what kind of magic did you cast to make a prostitute fall in love with you so much?"

Qing Lan sighed slightly: "The magic of money."

"In the future, you should avoid interacting with these low-class people. If you want, I will introduce you to a few noble ladies." Lance whistled lightly: "It definitely suits your appetite."

Qing Lan waved her hand at Lance: "I've been very busy recently, I'll look for you when I have time."

"No problem!" Lance saluted Qinglan with a strange expression: "I'm going back to my prison again. Ever since I worked there, I feel like I'm full of devil's breath."

"Ke Lin, you have to work hard. Although His Royal Highness is not easy to get along with, the future is definitely promising. Maybe you can support your buddies when the time comes. That damn place is damp and dark, and poisonous mushrooms can kill you." Cook a few pots of soup." Lance patted Colin on the shoulder with emotion: "Our future depends on you."

Colin nodded, said goodbye to Lance, had a quick lunch, and reported to Ansair.

Ansair had been reading and ignored Colin. Before going to bed, Colin tapped the back of Ansair's hand as usual and performed the Dust Removal Technique on him.

Ansair moved his hand away the moment Qinglan touched him.A cold look that doesn't want to get in touch with Qing Lan.

Qinglan paused for a moment, retracted her hand, and stood beside Ansair's bed, staring ahead without saying a word.

"Soldier, before you touch me, you'd better clean yourself up." Ansair stood in front of Qinglan relentlessly, and snapped, "Look who you're dating! A girl , and a small head in prison, so dirty, you touch your master with the same hand that touched them!"

Qinglan remained silent, and Ansair's eyes were full of anger: "You think it's okay if you don't talk? That woman, the smell of cheap perfume all over her body has offended you, and I can smell it seven streets away. , as for the skirt on her body, it hasn't been washed for at least a year, and dust will come out when you shake it, you are blind to associate with such a classy person!"

"And that trash fish in the prison, do you know how many dirty things he did in secret, and you still associate with him?" Ansair glared at Qinglan.

Qing Lan said lightly: "Are you investigating them?"

"So what? You gave me the salary I gave you to the girl, don't think I didn't see it!" Ansair said confidently, "Are you going to fall out with your master because of those damned people?"

"Lance is just a friend of this body." Qing Lan said in a calm tone, "And I don't have a good impression of the elves."

"What do you mean?" Ansair calmed down, and looked at Qing Lan with a frosty face: "Do you want to have a showdown with me? Because you don't like elves, you don't have feelings for me?"

"That female branch girl is your clan." Qinglan stepped forward, looking into Ansair's eyes lightly: "If she hadn't taken care of you, she would have died by my sword long ago."

Ansair's eyes froze slightly, and all the anger seemed to have turned into another kind of emotion.

"I don't discriminate against others, let alone despise others because of their race and identity. What you just said is too much." Qinglan took out a coin, picked it lightly, and smashed it on Ansair's chest. Ansier subconsciously catch.

Qing Lan opened the window directly and jumped down. Ansair quickly climbed onto the window sill, watching the figure below move out of the scope of the castle.

"Don't go!" Ansair held the coin in his hand, and understood why Qinglan gave this thing.

"Don't leave me!" Ansair's eyes were red, and he watched Qing Lan's figure disappear.The guards patrolling at night heard Ansair's voice and ran over.

"Your Highness, what can I do for you?" The captain of the guard looked up at the always elegant Prince.

Ansair's lips moved, his eyes were a little dull, and finally he waved his hand weakly at the guards: "It's okay."

Qinglan went back to Colin's bachelor apartment first, and found a few pages describing Lance in the diary. Lance and Colin seemed to have known each other since childhood. Still gathered in London, Colin's impression of Lance is that he is generous, friendly, and enthusiastic, and there seems to be nothing more than friendship between the two of them.

Under the cover of night, Qinglan climbed up to the tallest building in the city, looking down at the entire city shrouded in fog with a somewhat complicated mood.A restless little bird landed on Qinglan's shoulder, combing its feathers with a small beak.

"Qingqing, I found that the bread crumbs in the palace are still delicious." The little baby's tone was very immature.

Qing Lan didn't make a sound, and took out a bottle of whiskey.Master said that if you are in a bad mood, wine is the best antidote.

"Qingqing, can you tell me what kind of world you live in? I have never been out of my field, so I really want to see it." The little baby sighed.

"The world I live in..." Qing Lan took a sip of whiskey, her eyes softened: "There are mountains and rivers, a beautiful spring, and my teacher."

"Is it the same as when I was in the early stage?" The little baby was a little nostalgic: "I was young at that time, and my children all admired me. In order to please me, when they communicated with me, they always talked about me. Beautiful and strong, willing to die in my arms."

The little baby sighed: "Later, when they grew up a little bit, they began to think about how to challenge me and conquer me. I had no choice but to let them suffer the consequences, hoping that they would stop their childish and stupid behavior." move."

Qinglan poured a little whiskey into the bottle cap and placed it in front of the little baby. The little bird pecked a few mouthfuls, feeling a little tipsy.

Qinglan put the little bird in the palm of her hand, tapped the little bird's head, and a magical picture immediately appeared in front of the little bird, human beings wearing clothes with wide sleeves and wide legs, floating in the air with swords, monsters in the mountains The beast shook its head, and when it saw a monk with a low level of cultivation, it went up and roared, and when it saw a monk with a high level of cultivation, it clamped its tail and ran away in despair.

In front of the majestic Taoist sect are tens of thousands of disciples, all in uniform, dressed in Taoist robes, holding a sword with a jade pendant, and the immortal old man caressing his beard and laughing, his voice reverberating throughout the Taoist sect.

Taoism stands on the top of the mountain, there are rural people at the foot of the mountain, pines, cypresses, bamboos and flowers on the mountain, spirit beasts play in the forest, disciples practice diligently and ask each other for advice.

The elder picked up his naughty son's ear, and asked the headmaster to plead guilty. The beard of the deacon in the church trembled angrily: "Cultivate Taoism, cultivate people first, and then practice Taoism. You are so unruly, you are simply the worst I have ever brought!" One session!"

"Xiao Qinglan, this is the puppet I gave you. Take the design and take it. If you are successful in refining, you can upgrade it." The uncle smiled wretchedly. Painted red, white and white, like a ghost, and even winked at the little bird.

"My boy, it's very dangerous to enter the secret realm this time. You have to follow the senior brother. If you can't beat it, run away. Don't be brave." A handsome man gently stroked the little bird's head, and turned to a group of disciples. Shouting: "You bastards, show me my junior brother. If anyone dares to hurt my disciple, I will never end with him. Do you hear me?"

Xiao Baobei understood that this was Qing Lan's perspective, and she was sharing it with him.

"Oh, it's just Jin Dan'er, dare to be arrogant in front of this deity!" A sinister man raised his palm to strike, a jade flute blocked the man's palm, and with a light pick, the man stood in front of the little baby, handsome and elegant : "Heh, where is Xiao Xiao, who dares to touch my junior brother!"

When the picture changed, the man was holding the blood-stained jade flute in one hand and the baby's hand tightly in the other hand, dying, with tears in his eyes: "Junior brother, my cultivation was in vain after all, don't tell the master, just say that I was raped." Kill the monster, don't implicate him..."

The picture stopped abruptly, and the little baby came back to his senses, the green mountains and green waters disappeared, and the foggy London made the little baby a little out of breath.

Qing Lan frowned and stroked her forehead: "Why do you think of this again?"

Before the little baby had time to ask more, Qing Lan lifted the wine bottle and drank most of it in one go. A few drops of wine spilled from the corner of her mouth, slowly scratched her neck, entered her collarbone, and seeped into her clothes.

"Ah!" A few screams resounded across the London skyline, Qing Lan was slightly startled, and wanted to go down, but there was a double image in front of her eyes.

"I'll go and see! Qingqing, you wait." The little baby volunteered, fluttered his wings and flew crookedly towards the source of the screaming sound.

Qinglan was dizzy, and lost consciousness as soon as she got off the tower. When she woke up again, her body was covered with soft velvet, her body was covered with silky silk, and beside her was an extremely familiar aura.

Qing Lan sat up abruptly, waking up Ansair who was on the side.

Ansair stood up calmly, looked at Qing Lan with a [-]% sincerity, and said, "I apologize to you for what happened yesterday."

"What happened?" Qinglan glanced at the naked Ansair and the pajamas she was wearing.

"You're drunk." Ansair explained the facts calmly: "Climb the wall and stare at me quietly for an hour. When I was sleepy and going to bed, you tore my clothes and kissed me. I."

"Impossible." Qing Lan was very sure.

"Why is it impossible?" Ansair's eyes turned cold.