Chapter 313

Murong Ling is doomed to be disappointed.

After going out on the street, I found that there was no trace of snacks such as ice sugar gourd. On the contrary, there were many kinds of fighting methods. Vendors of all kinds were common. The shops on both sides of the road met the needs of the monks and had everything. Because of the proximity of fighting methods, there were an endless stream of customers, It's very lively.

Market demand determines supply. It must be that the monks in the hidden world disdain to eat worldly fireworks. Even if they eat, their food materials should contain aura.

Li cangmin and Murong Ling are interlinked. Aware of her disappointment, he rubs her head. "When we go back, we'll buy you as much as we want."

At the beginning, Murong Ling and Li cangmin remembered the scene of two people eating sugar gourd on the streets of Beijing. It seemed that there was a sweet and sour taste between their lips and teeth. Looking at the fat baby he held in his hand, his eyes became more tender.

If Murong Ling has a human body, she must be blushing. No one can be indifferent to her lover's affectionate gaze. Besides, she always thinks that Li cangmin's eyes are very beautiful. At this moment, his dark eyes are as bright as the stars. Ye can't look directly at them, Even if he wore half a mask to cover his face, it did not damage his handsome and lofty bearing.

However, she is only a spirit fruit now. Although she has more flexible control over it, there is no capillary to make her congested. So she resisted the attack of Meinan very strongly and indulged in his eyes without shame. She turned around and looked around as if nothing had happened. Then she found that there was a spirit fruit seller at the roadside stall and quickly changed the topic, "look, there are fruit sellers there."

Because of Li cangmin's hiding identity, she didn't call out his name again.

Soft and soft voice is not small, but it can make the friars who pass by look sideways frequently. They cover the white and fat Murong Ling with their sleeves, and their cold eyes sweep lightly. All of a sudden, they bow their heads and dare not peep any more.

Li cangmin then took back his sight with satisfaction, followed the guide to the fruit stand by the roadside, and sure enough, there were a lot of fresh water spirit fruits, but the spirit was not abundant, but it was better than nothing, which was better than the fruit of ordinary people.

But when did Murong Ling like to eat lingguo?

"What does ling'er want?"

Murong Ling's eyes were blocked by his broad sleeves, so she spread her wings and flew out. In the surprised eyes of the stall owner, she fell on the fruit of the spirit of the stall. She found that the fruit had no attraction to her, but more warmth and love than ever before.

Is it the same fruit?

Murong Ling couldn't help laughing. She flew back to Li cangmin's hand and coughed. She tried to ignore the boring voice and said, "these fruits are delicious. Buy some for her mother."

Li cangmin was stunned, and the face under the mask softened.

"I'll take all the fruits from your stall."

What she said was not Li cangmin, on the contrary, but a clear and proud female voice. Then she saw a pair of white and slender hands stretched out, and a zhongpinyuan stone fell on the stall. The female voice rang out again, "what are you still doing? If you don't wrap up the lingguo, it's hard for you to fight against my Murong family!"

Murong family!

Murong Ling quickly poked her head out of Li cangmin's hand. When she saw the appearance of the person who came, she was a little stunned. This girl was beautiful, with Phoenix eyes, Qiong nose, ice flesh and jade bone, delicate facial features, gorgeous and incomparable. She was a rare beauty. The most important thing was that her face was similar to her.

Her face was domineering, and her eyes were arrogant and indifferent. Even if there was a monk Zhuyuan standing beside her, she turned a blind eye to it.

The brow under Li cangmin's mask wrinkled tightly. His eyes swept on the token on her waist. His whole body was cold. He looked at the owner of lingguo stall faintly. "First come, then come. The owner doesn't know who lingguo belongs to."

The stall owner is about to cry at this time. Few people are interested in his lingguo stall. It's just that there are two great gods at once. One is the elder of Zhuyuan period, and the other is the Murong family disciple. He can't make any trouble.

So he said bitterly, "master, this fairy, there are many spiritual fruits in this stall. How about sharing them equally between you two?"

Li cangmin's face was not happy, and the nun was even more angry. "It's your honor that I like your spirit, and I dare to share it equally. There's no such simple reason."

With that, she finally focused on Li cangmin. When she saw the green dragon mask on his face, she turned her lips disdainfully. When she secretly told him that he was hiding, she suddenly saw the spirit he held in his hand.It turned out to be a human spirit!

Aware of the abundant Yuanli fluctuation coming from this lingguo, her dark eyes suddenly brightened and became greedy and eager. This lingguo is much stronger than those ordinary lingguo. With its help, her new lingjiu ancient recipe will surely be successful.

She did not hesitate to take out a Shangpin stone. She noticed the envious and greedy eyes of the people around her, and immediately became proud. "Hey, this fruit in your hand is good. If you are willing to sell it to me, the fruit in this stall can not only be given to you, but also you. How can you get Shangpin stone easily?"

Li cangmin's face sank in an instant. Murong Ling was his rebellious scale. When others looked at her, he was not happy, not to mention that she wanted to buy her.

Belonging to the period of Zhu Yuan, his voice was indifferent, "what are you?"

The nun suddenly stepped back a few steps, and blood oozed from the corner of her lips. A handsome young man standing behind her immediately stood in front of him, bearing the severe pressure for her, and soon changed his face.

This man was just a cultivation in the early days of Zhuyuan Dynasty. His power was as heavy as Mount Tai's, especially his cold and murderous spirit.

When did such figures appear in the hidden world?

As a monk in the early period of Zhuyuan Dynasty, he naturally refused to lose face in public, so he secretly resisted, carried the pressure, pretended to be elegant, and said with righteous words, "this Taoist friend, Murong fairy just wants to buy your spiritual fruit. You not only speak wildly, but also bully others. What's the reason? If you don't apologize to Murong fairy, I'll be the first to forgive you. "