Fate in online games

Chapter 92
Jian Qi took Su Xueming's hand and ran quickly. Sensing someone in front of her, she quickly turned sideways and continued running in another direction, avoiding other people with her keen perception, all the way to the north.

She followed him passively, the howling wind not affecting their speed.

She wondered why he took her to run away, but she also knew that now was not the time to ask questions.

Stopping in a jungle outside the village of Hutcheson, he let go of her hand, met her questioning eyes, and just smiled: "You won't know if I drag you to sell you."

"..." She looked at him speechlessly.

"Okay, I know what you're going to ask." He turned his head and looked in the direction of the Mushroom Manor dungeon. I'm afraid it's very crowded there. "Do you think no one will care about such a dungeon when the Demon Dao comes out?"

She almost forgot that there are many demon cultivators in the demonic path now.

So, he hurriedly pulled her away just now to avoid those demon cultivators, right?

He was about to tease her, but his face suddenly changed when he received a message: "I logged out beforehand."

"Hey……"

She watched him disappear in front of her, not knowing why she was a little annoyed.

Because of the appearance of the Mushroom Manor dungeon in the Realm of Demons, demon cultivators began to stir up a sensation. Unlike the orthodox way, the task of demon cultivators is to find and trigger it by themselves.

Looking at the dark night sky, Su Xueming's heart felt a little impetuous for some reason, and she decisively left the Demon Realm and headed for Novice Village.

The night sky outside is indeed much darker than that of the demons. The bright full moon and the sky full of stars are beautiful and serene, unlike the demons' murderous intentions.

Standing outside the door of Li Sheng's house, she twitched a little. The bright lights inside indicated that the master was not asleep yet. She stepped forward a few times and then retracted it. Could it be that this is the so-called timidity of being close to home?
Just when she was hesitating, the door was suddenly opened without warning. His handsome face was as soft as before, and his calm pupils faintly flashed with joy: "Little peach blossom."

No matter what she looks like, he can recognize her, she smiled: "A Sheng."

Even if the reason he could see through her identity was because he was an NPC, she would be very happy.

"Come in." He didn't ask her why she was standing at the door, but directly called her in.

She didn't refuse and followed him silently.

He brought her to the backyard. What surprised her was that the originally slightly empty yard was full of peach blossoms. The scent of flowers and the powder in her eyes made her eyes a little confused.

"Like it?"

"like."

Su Xueming thought that she would never forget his smiling face as warm as March in Yangchun when she said these two words, and the pink petals fell in his silver-white hair, which was beautiful.

"Little Peach Blossom, you sit down, I have brewed a few jars of Peach Blossom Stuffed Rice and some pastries, I'll go get them right away."

"Ah..."

She looked at the background where he pretended to be calm and left, a smile appeared in the corner of her eyes, and she obediently sat on the stone bench.

She was lying on the table, with her head slightly raised. The peach blossoms looked extraordinarily beautiful from this angle, crystal clear with moonlight, and she suddenly moved deep in her heart.

He has always been special in her eyes, he is the first man besides her elder brother who made her heart flutter, although...he cannot be called a human being.

Looking at the peach blossoms in the courtyard, she suddenly remembered that his confession had been interrupted several times before. Although he didn't say anything, she still had a faint feeling.

Just when she was drowsy, he came over with a food box, and put a few plates of fragrant pastries on the table: "I'm going to get peach blossom stuffing."

She quickly sat up straight and looked at the dishes of exquisite pastries on the table, feeling a little dazed. Couldn't these be made by him?
(End of this chapter)