Xianmen boss is actually my ex-boyfriend

The young Moxiu appeared in this town, strolling in the garden, as if he was visiting his own garden, walking from one end of the street to the other.

He stepped on the hard bluestone floor tiles, walked through the deserted streets, and out of the corner of his eyes, there were scattered vendors in twos and threes.

Some dozed off and didn't want to open, and some were already full and wanted to close their stalls.

Betz smiled and said, "The weather is really nice today."

"Yeah, the weather is really nice today. Brother, would you like something to eat?"

The stall owner three steps away shouted loudly.

Bai Ci stopped and looked into his pot.

His pupils were pitch-black, and his eyes seemed to be glowing with an invisible red, which was a little permeable.

Beitz shook his head, waved his hand to reject his kindness, and couldn't see half of the stall owner's rotten face and the stewed ingredients in the pot at all.

Indeed, he didn't know whether he couldn't see it, or he was used to it.

There is a light breeze in the city, but it can't blow away the knee-high red mist.The red mist is heavy, falling below the knees, and the higher it goes, the thinner it becomes.

If someone squats down and puts his nose into the red mist, he will smell a strong and clear smell of iron rust.

Bai Ci was still thinking about his own business, walked forward, and stepped on the floor tiles for a while, making a light rattling sound.

After that, he stopped in front of a steaming stall, turned his head slightly, and looked at the cage in the stall owner's hand.

The stall owner felt terrified when he saw him, and his intact face showed a little panic: "Here, this fellow Taoist..."

Beitz interrupted him: "What are you selling in this cage?"

Stall owner: "Steam buns, vegetarian buns, stuffed with shiitake mushrooms."

Bai Ci pondered for a moment, then said, "How much do you still have to sell?"

The stall owner pointed to the steaming cages on the stall, timidly, not daring to speak.

Moxiu didn't answer, showing a contemptuous smile.

After a while, he took out a bag of money and threw it over to show him: "I bought it all, is it enough?"

Stall owner: "This, fellow daoist, is different from the outside, we collect all the spirit stones..."

Bai Ci let out a groan, and the stall owner squatted down in an instant, covering his head with his hands, weeping uncontrollably.

After discovering that the boy on the opposite side hadn't made a move, he heaved a sigh of relief and cried, "You...you take it all away, take it away."

Bai Ci smiled and said, "I won't eat you, so what's there to be afraid of?"

There is no cannibalism at all, just like those Taoist cultivators outside.

His smile was especially terrifying under the reflection of the red mist in his eyes.

The stall owner seemed to be able to see someone's blood from the corner of his mouth, flowing into the neckline along the lower jaw, dyed in a bright color.

Taking a closer look, I found that it was my own illusion.

Bai Ci said: "Okay, the spirit stone is the spirit stone, I can't afford it."

After finishing speaking, Moxiu hummed an unknown song, took out a scattered spirit stone from the mustard bag, gathered it around, and handed it to the stall owner.

The stall owner took it, not daring to close his hands.

In the end, Bai Ci simply put the whole cage into a mustard bag and walked into a restaurant next door.

He sat on the second floor carelessly, took out a vegetarian bag from it, chewed it casually, and swallowed it.

Perhaps sensing someone's presence, Bai Ci moved to the window, put one hand on the window sill, and looked out the window quietly.

A snow-green figure hurriedly flashed there.

in the city.

Cheng Yunzhi followed him and jumped into the crack.

After he jumped down, the crack closed immediately, and almost cut off one of the windmill's hands.

The spirit puppet took back the hand without feeling any pain, and hurriedly reported to Xianjun, hoping that Gu Yan would come back sooner.

Since then, Fengche squatted around the crack, quietly waiting for Cheng Yunzhi's return.

He thought to himself: "If you want to, it's fine."

Yes, no problem.

And the youth in the snow-green robe fell into the crack.

Strips of purple-gold flashes flashed before his eyes, the sky was spinning, he was dizzy, his feet seemed to never be able to step on the ground, and he was always falling.

Suddenly, there is a sense of reality, stepping on the hard floor tiles on the ground.

He raised his head in a daze, and saw the blood-red city in front of him. The pitch-black buildings fell on both sides of the street, as if he had entered another world with unbalanced colors.

There are also three or two pedestrians on the street, and they are walking in a hurry just like this city.

It was a dark, invisible shadow.

Cheng Yunzhi just wanted to talk to someone, but before his hands touched his shoulder and he hadn't spoken, he saw that person cover his face and quickly flee, disappearing at the corner of the street.

Cheng Yuzhi's words stuck in his throat: "Hello——"

No one paid attention to him, no one looked at him.

But apart from pedestrians, everything else is exceptionally normal.

There are pedestrians on the street, restaurants, inns, hawkers setting up stalls along the street, and steaming, hot food.

where is this?

Cheng Yunzhi had to forcefully arrest a stall owner.

The stall owner was still dozing off, but when he grabbed him, his whole body trembled.

"you……"

Cheng Yunzhi immediately asked, "Excuse me, where is this?"

The stall owner raised his head tremblingly: "Where is this..."

He was taken aback, and saw that the young man in front of him was clean, without the slightest smell of blood from the passers-by in the city.It was immediately determined that this was a person who fell in from the outside.

I just don't know if it's a Taoist cultivator. If it's a demon cultivator, this place is simply heaven; if it's a fairy cultivator, it can still have the power to fight.

It's a pity that if mortals fall into it, I'm afraid they won't be able to live, and they won't be able to die.

The stall owner said: "Huh. Fortunately, it is a Taoist cultivator. This is Misty City. Young man, I advise you, don't eat the food here."

Cheng Yuzhi looked at the items sold at his booth, most of which were low-grade pills, as well as small items such as mustard bags necessary for going out.

Cheng Yuzhi thanked him earnestly: "Thank you very much. May I ask, have you ever seen such a demon cultivator?"

He described Bai Ci's appearance in detail, and at the same time kept an eye on the people passing by.

Unfortunately, no one was the person he was looking for.

The stall owner scratched his head in confusion: "I haven't seen it before."

Cheng Yuzhi sighed: "Alright then."

As he spoke, he clasped his palms together and said with a helpless smile: "Then, my friend, where is there something that can be imported?"

He was woken up by Beets early in the morning, and he didn't get enough sleep, so he didn't have breakfast, so he hurriedly jumped in here.

Xiao Cheng has been well-raised, and now he is not starving.

The stall owner pondered for a moment, then said vaguely, "Go ahead, there should be something to eat."

Cheng Yuzhi said seriously again: "Thank you very much."

I didn't forget to help buy a bottle of healing elixir, and gave a piece of Lingshi as a meeting gift for new friends.

He walked forward, and sure enough, he saw that there were more stalls in front of him unconsciously, and the surrounding area was full of stall owners selling snacks.

Cheng Yuzhi lowered his head and saw the red mist enveloping his legs, he felt a heavy fall. If he didn't use some strength, he might not even be able to move his legs. It was really strenuous.

The handsome young man said to himself: "What kind of poor land did Bai Ci come from?"

He first ordered a bowl of small noodles from the noodle stall next to him.

Everything seems to be normal, and the noodles on the tables of the surrounding diners look normal.

Cheng Yunzhi felt relieved, and the stall owner called out, "What do you want to eat?"

Cheng Yunzhi asked him to be calm and calm: "Wait, let me take a closer look first."

The stall owner said: "It's all fresh..." "Only this one..." "Don't pick and choose the best..." With a sideways face, he focused on scooping out bone broth from the vat and pouring it on There is a fragrant smell on the noodles that have been cooked.

Cheng Yuzhi couldn't help but laugh, he didn't expect that there would be such fierce competition among noodle stalls in such a strange town.

Sure enough, there is no escape from competition anywhere.

He shook his head, looking down at the menu.

Just looking at it, hey, this boss probably won't eat half a vegetable leaf, right?

In the menu on hand, there is no vegetarian food!

Cheng Yuzhi took a closer look, good guy, meat noodles, stewed pork noodles, pork noodles, grilled noodles...

He looked at the price again, and almost jumped out of his seat: "This!"

Ten spirit stones for a bowl of noodles!

No wonder when he took the elixir and was about to leave just now, the stall owner was holding a piece of snack he gave him, his face was full of embarrassment, he didn't know what to say or not.

"This, this, this," Xiao Cheng was dumbfounded, and touched his pocket, "This place is so expensive, does it cost ten spirit stones even for a bowl of noodles? Is this meat made of gold?"

No, the gold in this world is not worth as much as a spirit stone!

Before the stall owner could speak, the diners next to him stood up and accused him.

"What do you know, the noodles here are much more delicious than other places!"

"Children haven't eaten well, so don't talk nonsense, in case the stall owner doesn't want to do it."

Cheng Yuzhi felt a bit of novelty before being pointed at by so many people.

He stood up and bowed his hands to everyone: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's the first time I see..." Seeing such a menu, such a price.

It's really strange, is it a black shop, or is the local price really expensive?

He forced himself not to look at the red mist on the ground, ordered a bowl of meat noodles, and waited intently for the stall owner to bring the noodles.

After waiting for a while, the stall owner put the noodles on his right hand.

"Ten spirit stones." The stall owner said plainly.

Cheng Yunzhi stared at the noodles, didn't care what he said, grabbed out ten spirit stones and stuffed them to him.

He smelled the lingering smell of blood on the noodles!

Cheng Yunzhi raised his head instantly, but the stall owner had turned his back and was counting the number of spirit stones in his hand with his head down.The diner next to him ate up a bowl, then stood up and shouted, "Another bowl!".

However, he was absolutely right.

On that bowl of noodles, there are still monks' spiritual fluctuations!

Cheng Yunzhi realized that this was not a simple place.

Cheng Yunzhi stood up from his seat gently and quietly, and when no one else noticed him, he quickly passed through the booth and rushed out!

The stall owner glanced at the untouched bowl of noodles, and poured them into his mouth indifferently.

Then show a satisfied smile.

Cheng Yunzhi walked forward again, and after thinking about it, he came to a conclusion: the minced meat in that bowl of noodles was made from the meat of monks.

His stomach was empty, as if he was not in this world.

Xiao Cheng sighed, and didn't intend to go back and overthrow that stall - looking at the diners around, he might have gotten used to it, and if he acted recklessly, he might be beaten up by others.

I had to go further and hope that what the first stall owner said was true.

After walking another 200 meters, I found a shop selling vegetarian steamed buns.

Cheng Yuzhi's eyes lit up, as if he had found a lifesaver, he hurried over to him: "May I ask, are there any edible things for sale here? I'll give you fifty spirit stones."

In terms of survival, Xiao Cheng confidently took out Gu Yan's money bag.

The stall owner stared at him blankly, then pointed back: "It was bought by that person."

It was only later that Cheng Yun noticed a sticky gaze sticking to his body.

He turned his head and saw a familiar figure sitting on the second floor of the opposite restaurant, holding a barbecue steak in his hand, and nodded to him.

Bai Ci methodically chewed the meat on the steak, and found it unpalatable and lifeless, so he spat out what was in his mouth, just over the window, and fell in front of Cheng Yuzhi.

Cheng Yunzhi: "..."