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Spring State City, state wine shop.

He Xiangjun ordered a table full of signature dishes, and tasted them slowly.

After passing Chunzhou City, she didn't plan to stop and stay on the way, and went straight to Canghaijiao.

"Well, the taste of the food here is not as good as that of the Fencheng restaurant."

After a bit of slander in my heart, I sipped a few more exquisitely crafted hog deer spirit meat, and then lost the interest in eating. I leaned back slightly, leaned against the back of the chair, and began to toast and drink.

At this moment, a waiter suddenly exclaimed in a hurry from outside the door: "Guest officer, you can't go in. The elegant room upstairs has been taken care of by an adult today!"

"Hey! Come quickly! The shopkeeper..."

The guy's yelling stopped abruptly at this point, as if his throat was blocked by someone's spiritual power, and only some terrified and broken 'ho ho' sounds overflowed from his throat.

Naturally, He Xiangjun had no interest in this kind of thing, so he squinted his eyes slightly and continued to drink.

If the troublemaker dares to provoke him, then he can easily eliminate the harm for the people.

Just thinking like this, the wooden door of her elegant room was pushed open vigorously, and He Xiangjun frowned, before the spiritual energy was accumulated in his palm, when he saw the person who came, his anger had completely dissipated first.

"Chu Linge? Why are you here?"

Hearing the surprise mixed in the other party's tone, Chu Linge was so out of breath that he couldn't speak.

Hot sweat slid down the corners of his forehead like a stream, and the black hair around his ears and the front of his clothes were already soaked to the point of being wet. He looked a little embarrassed, but it made the tip of He Xiangjun's nose slightly sore.

He Xiangjun's departure was not just playing hard to get, she directly tore through the void and started on her way.

In the past, Chu Linge still felt quite inscrutable about being able to tear apart space.

But after being pointed out by the ghost face, she realized that it is not difficult to simply tear the void, and there are actually degrees of strength and weakness in being able to step into the void to transfer.

The space technique used by Mr. He Xiang, the distance of each space transfer is not very long. Of course, this is compared to those powerful ones who can easily teleport thousands of miles.

In short, as long as Chu Linge pursues with all his strength, and with the help of his eyes to confirm the remaining undulating aura along the way, he can barely catch up.

Even so, in order to keep up with He Xiangjun's speed, Chu Linge also felt that his whole body was about to fall apart.

Constantly exploring, running, confirming the direction, and then chasing at full speed, it is like a tracking tool with no emotion.

He Xiangjun raised his finger, and the pure and soft fire-attribute spiritual power gushed out immediately, covering Chu Linge's entire body. He didn't let the spiritual power go away until the other party was clean and tidy again.

Chu Linge didn't answer the other party's question just now, walked to the table, sat down generously, and then began to lift up the bamboo chopsticks to eat.

While eating, he still didn’t forget to criticize: “It’s a waste to pass on all the signature dishes and only touch a little bit of each one.”

At this time, the clerk finally rushed to the door with a group of thug guards, seeing that the black-robed woman who forcibly broke into the store actually sat down and ate, she immediately became angry.

"Get out."

Before everyone could step over the threshold, they were already forced back by a scorching spiritual force, and in an instant, they lay down on the ground like a gourd rolling on the ground.

At this moment, the guys couldn't tell that the two people inside knew each other and had a good relationship.

Thinking of this, the buddy was so wronged that he wanted to cry. They are all his own, why didn't you say it earlier?It's okay to do us, but please pay attention to the method!

Before He Xiangjun asked a question, Chu Linge spoke again: "This boiled spirit fish is a little salty, not as delicious as the one in Fencheng. Is there any wine? Bring me some too."

Meimou stared at the woman in black robe who was full of disgust while eating her own food, He Xiangjun was angry and funny at the same time.

Raising his palm, he threw the half-drunk flagon over.

Chu Linge didn't pay too much attention, took the jug and drank with his neck raised.

Seeing the person eating and drinking seemed to be quite delicious, He Xiangjun brought up the bamboo chopsticks again and continued to taste the delicacies on the table.

I don't know what's going on, but He Xiangjun suddenly felt that the things that were difficult to eat before suddenly became delicious.

The two sat on the side of the wooden table, drinking and eating meat, and neither of them mentioned the words they wanted to ask the most, as if this was just an ordinary dinner party.

After a while, seeing Chu Linge open a jug of wine again, He Xiangjun snatched it with palm suction, and put the jug firmly in his hands.

Chu Linge raised his eyebrows, and jokingly said, "What? Can't bear the spirit coin?"

He Xiangjun rolled his eyes at her, poured himself a full cup slowly, and then said: "Using spiritual power to drive the energy of wine, is there any difference between drinking and not drinking? You are wasting my wine by drinking like this."

Hearing what she said, Chu Linge withdrew his spiritual power, slapped away the mud from another jar of fine wine on the table, and muttered, "You're really stingy, after all, aren't you afraid of wasting spirit coins?"

Without the spiritual power to drive away the alcohol, Chu Linge soon became drunk.

He Xiangjun looked at the other person's flushed cheeks, and his somewhat wandering gaze, got up and walked forward, poked his forehead with his hand, and asked, "Are you drunk?"

Chu Linge rested his elbows on the table, rested his chin, tilted his head and replied seriously: "I'm not drunk."

Looking at the tips of her ears that were about to bleed, He Xiangjun had no choice but to reach out and pick up the other party's collar, cut open the void, and took her directly to the room he had reserved earlier.

Chu Linge was still holding a wine jar in his arms, and when his head was dizzy, he spoke inarticulately: "What will happen after you go back?"

He Xiangjun lifted her to the couch and put her away, grabbed the wine jar from the other party's hand, and said angrily, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

After dropping the words, He Xiangjun turned around, intending to order the waiter to bring some hot water.

As soon as he moved, his wrist was suddenly grabbed. He Xiangjun's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to use his spiritual power to shake away the burning palm on his wrist.

However, when she thought that the person who touched her rudely was Chu Linge, she hurriedly suppressed her spiritual power.

Chu Linge pulled her to sit beside her, and said solemnly, "Don't leave! Answer my question quickly."

The white moonlight penetrated through the window and poured on the two people sitting on the couch, as if casting a thin layer of soft light on them.

He Xiangjun was bathed in the radiance, looked at Chu Linge whose cheeks were burning like a charcoal stove, and sighed quietly: "Don't worry, I won't be in danger of my life, and the worst case is just a self-defeating arm .”

Upon hearing this, Chu Linge immediately raised a fuss: "Abandon yourself? This is absolutely impossible!"

He Xiangjun's eyes moved slightly, and he said again: "Then you leave Xuanyangzong, go back with me, and become a member of my Canghai Sect, and the order of life and death can be destroyed."

"No, I can't go back with you."

Listening to Chu Linge's words without hesitation, He Xiangjun had nothing to do with her, and asked instead: "This is not okay, and that is not okay, so what do you really want?"

Chu Linge gripped her wrist tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away suddenly.

"I don't care, you are the leader, you have to figure out a way, in short, you can't get hurt, otherwise, I won't leave!"

Before that, He Xiangjun never dreamed that he would see Chu Linge with such a temper tantrum like a child.

Some rogue, some unreasonable, but it is.... cute.

After thinking for a long time, He Xiangjun said solemnly: "Okay, I promise you."

"You didn't coax me, did you?"

"No."

"Then you swear in front of me! Swear now!"

He Xiangjun: "..."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, Chu Linge let go of He Xiangjun's wrist only after He Xiangjun personally agreed to several "overlord clauses".

Covering her lips, she giggled, and then, knocking the back of her head heavily, fell asleep drowsily.

Rubbing his painfully pinched wrist and neck, He Xiangjun quietly stared at the sleeping face that was close at hand. After a long time, he stretched out his jade finger like a green onion, mobilizing the power of the soul and accumulating it in the finger. Pointed, lightly tapped on the other person's eyebrows.

Obscure and gentle fluctuations, slowly pouring in along the fingertips...

After withdrawing the exercises, He Xiangjun slightly moved his fingertips, caressing the burning corners of the opponent's lips, and murmured: "What an enemy."

......

After Chu Linge woke up, the sky was already bright, and she was still leaning on the side of the couch, but there was no fluctuation of He Xiangjun's breath around.

"Are you awake?" Ghost Face said at the right time.

"She's gone?" Chu Linge asked back, rubbing her sore back.

"Well, she left something between your eyebrows, and you're instigating Detective Mind."

Chu Linge was puzzled, but he didn't immediately disturb his mind. He sat up cross-legged and circulated his spiritual power to eliminate his hangover.

After about a stick of incense, she began to investigate the message He Xiangjun left between her eyebrows.

It was a formula that taught Chu Linge how to refine the original liquid of space, and He Xiangjun's own understanding of the power of space, which was given to the former.

After Chu Linge withdrew from his mind, Guimian asked in a deep thought: "Then what are your plans now, are you rushing back to Xuanyangzong directly?"

Chu Linge thought about it for a while, then shook his head: "Sharpening a knife is not the same as chopping firewood. It only takes three days to refine the space liquid. If you can use the power of space to transfer it, the time spent on the road will be shorter."

The two chatted for a while, and then Chu Linge left the restaurant.

No one was around to protect her, and she didn't dare to be careless to refine the original liquid of space in the wine shop.

If someone came in looking for fluctuations, it would be a small matter if things disappeared, but if the key points were disturbed, it would be extremely bad.

After finding a hidden mountain stream deep in the dense forest outside the city, Chu Linge started the refining process according to the method left by He Xiangjun.

Although the original space liquid can't directly improve her cultivation, the value it brings is more enviable than directly increasing combat power.

Just imagine, even a strong man in the Nirvana Realm cannot always win a battle. If one is unlucky, the possibility of falling is no less than others.

And if you can use the technique of space familiarly, it is equivalent to adding a life-saving talisman to yourself.

Can't fight, can't escape?

Chu Linge had an extremely profound experience of the fighting advantages brought about by body skills and speed even before he reached the realm of magic.

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