"Who is it?" Mazi responded disapprovingly.

"It's Ling Luoyu!" The little cat looked excited.

"Ling Luoyu?" Mazi's work movements froze, and a strange look suddenly appeared on Mazi's face: "Which Ling Luoyu?"!"

"Who else can it be? Isn't that Ling Luoyu?"

The kitten rolled up his sleeves and kneaded the dough on the chopping board as he said.

But Mazi stood there in a daze. After a long time, she seemed to have reacted. She hurried to the kitchen door, looking in the direction of Ling Luoyu through the gaps in the curtains.

"She is Ling Luoyu?"

"yes!"

"The one from Vanilla Temple?"

"It must be!! Uncle Mazi, you didn't see her, but she was so beautiful... Just because she was so beautiful, she must be the real Ling Luoyu..." The kitten kneaded the dough and smiled enviously, without even noticing Mazi's expression change.

"Ling Luoyu...Ling Luoyu..."

Ma Zi lowered her head and murmured, her eyes flashing.

"If she was really Ling Luoyu, then that would be fine. Maybe things could turn a corner..."

In the teahouse.

Ling Luoyu's eyes flashed over the kitchen curtain and looked at the bustle on the street.

Those eyes have been peeking at her for a long time, but they still have no intention of taking it back.

After sitting quietly for a while, he didn't see the owner with the eyes coming out. Ling Luoyu stood up calmly.

After throwing down a gold coin, she pinched a piece of pastry and walked out of the teahouse while eating.

Her original intention was to go around and then pretend to walk to the back hall accidentally to see the woman Mo Xuanchen repeatedly reminded her.

After setting the direction of the aft hall, she walked slowly towards that direction.

The moment she left the teahouse, Ling Luoyu felt her eyes behind her.

The look that peeped at her in the teahouse followed her again.

Ling Luoyu pretended not to know and continued walking while looking around curiously.

It has to be said that the things bought and sold in the Demon Clan Market are much richer in other races.

I also set up stalls to sell them to many herbs and elixirs.

It’s just that Ling Luoyu didn’t check it with his own hands and didn’t know whether it was true or not.

She stood in front of a weapon stall casually, took a long sword, aimed at the sword tip, checking whether it was straight and accurate.

"Yeah, such a beautiful and charming girl, why are you fiddling with swords?!"

A slight obscene smile sounded behind Ling Luoyu, her eyes shrank, but she did not turn around.

"Then what should I look at?!"

"Of course, I'm looking at the rouge and the clothes and jewelry..."

A young man in blue shirt and silk clothes turned to Ling Luoyu, and his fingertips slowly slid towards her fingertips along the sharp blade of the sword.

"Look at these delicate little hands, white and smooth, and so soft as boneless. At first glance, they are just hands holding silk palm powder. How can you take such dangerous things like this coarse benzene?!"

Seeing his hand unscrupulously touching Ling Luoyu's fingertips, the sharp blade of the long sword rotated in that moment, whistling and slashing towards the man's fingers.

"Swoosh!"

The howling wind shocked the man's face changed. He quickly stopped and watched the sharp blade flash through his face, and cold sweat suddenly appeared.

"You...you dare to use a sword to cut me..."

"No, I'm testing the sword..."

Ling Luoyu waved the sword seriously, whistling soundly.

"Didn't you say, I can't play? I'm just proving it to you now!"
Chapter completed!