Why am I invincible again?

Chapter 1100 Demon Seeds Naturally Formed (134)

"Purple is the color bestowed by the gods to the nine heavenly officials. In the lower realm, except for purple spirit stones, they can't even wear purple clothes or purple accessories. If they use it, it will be a death penalty."

Zhou Ye played with the purple spirit stone in his hand, and felt that the spiritual power inside was dozens of times that of the yellow spirit stone.

"I don't like that Immortal Venerable."

"Heh, there's nothing you can do if you don't like it. The Immortal Venerable is the person chosen by the patriarch Fafo, and no one in the world can shake his position."

"Kill it."

"Hush——some words, just keep them in your heart."

Of course Qingsang wouldn't take it seriously, but if someone overheard some words, it would be a fatal disaster.

When it was time for dinner, the two of them went downstairs to have dinner. There were a few scattered people sitting in the small tavern, and there was no shortage of coolness in the silence.

The waiter who was serving the food put down the plate, before he left, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the blue spirit stone that Zhou Ye was holding in his hand, and stopped slightly in the next second.

"The two guest officers are from the fairy world?"

Qingsang raised her eyes and glanced at him coldly.

The little girl hurriedly lowered her head and said in a respectful voice.

"Seeing that you two have extraordinary manners and conversation, and there are high-quality wine and meat in the small shop, do you still need it?"

Zhou Ye just wanted to speak, but Qingsang directly robbed him of a sentence.

"No need, go down."

Xiao Er's smile was a little stiff, he stood hesitantly with a shrewd look in his eyes.

Suddenly, there was a shout from the counter behind him.

"Zhou Shuncai, where did you die?! Are you deaf when the guest asks for wine?!"

The shopkeeper's voice was sharp and piercing.

As soon as Xiaoer heard this, he hurriedly responded and ran over, not daring to hesitate at all.

Behind him, Qingsang's eyes fell on him, and there was a deep thoughtful light in his eyes.

"Zhou Shuncai"

"It has the same surname as mine."

Qingsang looked at Zhou Ye, her eyes flickered slightly, and she followed her casually.

"There are many people with the same surname in the world."

"The name sounds familiar."

Zhou Ye frowned and thought about it carefully, an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged into his heart again, as if he had said it many times in his mouth, but unfortunately once he started to recall, there was no basis in his mind.

Maybe I saw it in a book, but I don't remember which book I read this name in.

Zhou Ye is very sensitive to this inexplicable familiarity.

Just about to ask more questions, Qing Sang interrupted.

"Maybe you have a predestined relationship with this name in the world. It's not a rare thing. When you arrive in the lower world, you will feel familiar with many things in the future."

This sentence distracted Zhou Ye's attention.

She is not someone who likes to break the casserole and ask the end. When a question makes her think hard, Zhou Ye will directly throw it aside.

With this skill, it is better to eat two more dishes.

"really not bad."

She has never eaten these things, and now she really feels the descriptions she only saw in books.

Seeing her like this, Qingsang pushed the pastry in front of her directly.

Zhou Ye buried his head in cooking, but Qing Sang looked sideways at the counter beside him.

The waiter has been whispering something to the shopkeeper ever since he passed by.

Looking back, there was a cold killing intent in his eyes.

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At night, in the wing room on the east side, there is a dead silence.

Listen carefully, and you can vaguely hear two even and gentle breathing sounds.

A bluish-white smoke seeped in through the crack of the door, silently, and quickly spread throughout the room.

There are two beds in the house, one on the left and one on the right, with two people lying on each.

Above the beams, there was the faint sound of something slimy walking, very small and faint, completely covered by the wind outside the window.

(End of this chapter)