Practitioners around: "!!!" Is this a coincidence? Is it a coincidence? If it wasn't a coincidence, they really wanted the lucky light ball to fall directly into their hands! Ahhhh... Master Ye's luck is so good, the lucky light balls are automatically delivered to his door. The third team of Fengyun also looked shocked at first, and then looked envious. Little Ye Zi's luck was indeed incredible! Ye Feiran: "..." The light ball of luck falling from the sky should be a happy thing, but why does she think it is a hot potato now? The little kid was also shocked for a while, came to his senses, and said immediately, "Woman, you can now absorb the luck light ball, just like absorbing spiritual power." After hearing this, Ye Feiran asked subconsciously, "Just now there was a cultivator who couldn't absorb it like spiritual power." "That's because your master has done something wrong." The little kid said immediately. Ye Feiran's face was astonished, that's it! "However, even so, I cannot absorb this lucky light ball, otherwise the entire cultivators in the Nightless City will besiege me." "What are you afraid of? Your master and Ye Feixuan are both here. Ye Murin and Murong Lingji are also here. What's more, there are three ancient beasts and an ancient spiritual plant. They can't defeat you." The kid continued. encouraged. The corner of Ye Feiran's mouth twitched slightly, "No matter what you say, I will not absorb this lucky light ball. My luck is already good enough, not to mention that this lucky light ball was stolen by Liu Shikai using forbidden techniques. If I Absorbing it is equivalent to stealing it from me, I don’t want to do these things that violate the rules of heaven and earth.” Hearing this, the little kid suddenly laughed. "Woman, you are worthy of being the master of the Tower. The Tower has not misjudged the person." Ye Feiran raised her lips and smiled, "Why don't you say you didn't see the wrong person?" The little kid stopped talking to Ye Feiran and pretended that he didn't hear anything. "Tsk, what a arrogant brat!" Ye Feiran said lightly. At the same time, the cultivators whose luck had been stolen asked the cultivators who had not had their luck stolen to look at Liu Shikai, and then walked over to surround Ye Feiran. They looked at Ye Feiran and the lucky light ball in her hand with very complicated emotions. On the one hand, I envied Ye Feiran's luck, but on the other hand, I didn't want to offend Ye Feiran, a sixth-grade alchemist. "Master Ye, can you give us these lucks?" "Master Ye, you are not that bastard Liu Shikai, and we don't want to offend you." "Master Ye Dan, please!" "Master Ye, as long as you are willing to return your luck to us, we will agree to any request you make." "Yeah!" Ye Feiran held the luck ball in both hands, and then gave Ye Feixuan a look. Ye Feixuan understood and immediately said, "Everyone, please be quiet for a moment." As soon as these words came out, the surroundings instantly became quiet. "You don't have to worry. I'm not Liu Shikai, and this luck is yours. If it doesn't exist, why don't you return it? But I don't know how to get your luck back now." Hearing Ye Feiran's words, the cultivators whose luck had been stolen suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and Ye Feiran's status in their hearts improved a lot. But at the same time, they became worried because they didn't know how to get their own luck back. "Thank you, Master Ye!" "Master Ye Dan, you are such a good person!" One of the cultivators had a clearer mind, so he immediately grasped the key points of Ye Feiran's words. "Master Ye, you said you don't know how we can get our luck back. Have you already thought of a way?" As soon as these words came out, everyone thought carefully and realized that this was indeed the case, and then looked at Ye Feiran expectantly. Ye Feiran raised her lips and smiled, "Actually, Liu Shikai's stealing of luck was exposed, thanks to my master." After saying that, her eyes fell on Si Xuan behind her. When Ye Feiran caught the lucky light ball, Si Xuan sat down cross-legged and began to tell fortunes. He was naturally calculating when exactly the Tower of Time would come to the City that Never Sleeps. In fact, the reason why Si Xuan condensed his luck into a ball of light was because he was betting on whether the ball of luck would fall into Ye Feiran's hands. If the light ball of luck falls into Ye Feiran's hands, then he can be sure that the Tower of Time will come to the city that never sleeps. As a divination operator, he could more or less get a glimpse of Tiandao's thoughts, not to mention that Tiandao's influence on Ye Feiran was too obvious. The eyes of the surrounding cultivators also followed Ye Feiran and fell on Si Xuan. The moment they saw Si Xuan, they realized more deeply that they had been tricked by Liu Shikai. Liu Shikai was a fortune teller, and they all felt that they couldn't see through him. Now that they saw Si Xuan, this feeling was a hundred times stronger. And for some reason, Si Xuan made them feel like a god descending from the sky, while Liu Shikai looked like a pseudo-immortal. After coming back to his senses, a cultivator immediately asked, "Master Ye Dan, is your master also a fortune teller?" "Of course, how else would you see through Liu Shikai's tricks and let you witness with your own eyes how Liu Shikai steals luck." After speaking, Ye Feiran ignored their reactions and continued, "Master is telling fortunes now. When he finishes, I will ask him if there is any way for you to get your luck back." "good!" "Thank you, Master Ye!" "You're welcome, I just hope everyone can be quiet and not disturb my master." Ye Feiran smiled. As soon as these words came out, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and everyone nodded to express their understanding. Just like that, they looked at the lucky ball of light in Ye Feiran's hand, and then at Si Xuan with his eyes closed. They felt anxious, but had no other choice. Anyway, they had never felt that time was so sad. The cultivators whose luck was stolen stayed here and stayed here, while the cultivators whose luck was not stolen ran to tell Lord Feng about the matter. "City Lord, that bastard Liu Shikai is not praying for us, but stealing our luck under the guise of praying." Hearing this, Feng Mo's face suddenly darkened. "Damn it! Where is Liu Shikai? You must catch him and don't let him escape. Since he is stealing luck, he must have been lucky these years. You must find a way to get back the treasure he got. " One word awakens the dreamer. "Thank you City Lord for reminding me." After saying that, the cultivator left quickly. At the same time, Feng Mo also immediately summoned the clan members to discuss how to overcome this difficulty. They had suspicions about Liu Shikai, but because the city that never sleeps did get better and better every time he prayed, they did not investigate in depth. What's more important is that no one from the Feng family attends every blessing event. This naturally requires a good explanation. After Feng Li heard about this, her heart beat like a drum. Should she tell her sister about it? If she told her, would her sister blame her, and would she become a sinner of the Feng family?
March, early spring. A corner in the eastern part of Nanhuangzhou. The hazy sky was gray and black, showing heavy depression, as if someone had spilled ink on the rice paper, and the ink soaked into the sky and blurred out the clouds. The clouds overlapped and merged with each other, spreading out streaks of crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder. It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world. ,. Blood-colored rain, with sadness, falls into the mortal world. The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red rain of blood. The city is in ruins and everything is withered. Collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering. The streets that used to be bustling with people are now desolate. The sandy dirt road that used to be bustling with people is no longer noisy now. Only blood and mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper were left, indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking. Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck deep in the mud, full of sadness. Only an abandoned rabbit doll hung on the shaft, swaying in the wind. The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerieness. The turbid eyes seemed to have some residual resentment, looking lonely at the mottled rocks in front of them. There, a figure was lying down. This was a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, his clothes were torn and covered with dirt, and he had a broken leather bag tied around his waist. The young man squinted his eyes and remained motionless. The biting cold penetrated his worn coat from all directions and spread throughout his body, gradually taking away his body temperature. But even though the rain fell on his face, he didn't blink, staring coldly into the distance like an eagle. Following his gaze, he saw a skinny vulture gnawing on the carrion of a wild dog, seven or eight feet away from him, observing the surroundings vigilantly from time to time. It seems that in this dangerous ruins, if there is the slightest movement, it will instantly rise into the sky. The young man is like a hunter, patiently waiting for the opportunity. After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally buried its head completely into the belly of the wild dog. ,,. ,.
