Muyan raised her eyebrows, her peach-blossom eyes were lazy and contemptuous, "You can poison yourself, if you eat it, I will lose if you die from poisoning, but the premise is that you must ensure the delicious food for our three meals, how about it? Of course, if you are skilled It would be better if people were killed, and don’t blame me.”
Rao Yili Weiran was a pervert, so it was rare for him to be silent for a moment at this time.
The atmosphere between the two is harmonious and friendly. Who would have thought that the topic they talked about would poison each other to death
The long eyelashes covered under the red silk trembled slightly.
Even if there is an obstruction, Muyan can still feel the scorching and excited gaze projected on her body.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She suspected before that Li Weiran was not blind at all.
At this time, the speculation in my heart was completely confirmed.
But since he was not blind, why did he cover his eyes with red silk
Just as he was doubting, he heard the young man's low and provocative voice: "Okay! I agree. Next, I will ask Muyan to give me some advice!"
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"Is this the ghost market?"
Listening to the noisy voices, smelling the messy smell coming towards her face, Muyan couldn't help feeling a little dazed.
Everything here gave her a sense of distant familiarity.
That was in her previous life, when she was sold by Gong Qianxue's confidants into the ghost market's cave for thousands of people.
Gathered there are the lowest, most ferocious, and most insidious human beings in the entire Yanwu Continent.
They can kill at will for a bite.
You can also sell your body without hesitation in order to survive.
The entire mass cave is always filled with chaos, violence, and suffocating rancid smell.
The ghost scene in front of me is not as bloody as the ten thousand people's cave, where the weak can eat the strong.
After all, people are allowed to enter and exit the ghost market at will, and once the ten thousand people are sent in, there is almost no possibility of escaping.
But the kind of cruelty, tyranny and insidiousness that breed in despair are exactly the same as those in the caves of thousands of people.
The ground of the ghost farm was muddy.
Occasionally, a few children in tattered clothes ran past screaming, splashing putrid muddy water all over the place.
Low wooden houses stand in disorder, forming several criss-cross alleys.
As long as there is a gap on both sides of the alley, you can see people setting up stalls or begging on the floor.
There were painful wailing sounds from some cabins.
There are also well-dressed men and women standing at the door of some wooden houses.
They dressed up, put on charming expressions, and yelled at the pedestrians coming and going.
"Guest officer, why don't you come in and have a seat! We have a pair of sisters here, and I promise to satisfy you, guest officer."
"Woman, stop! Look at how thin this young man is, and how strong he is. You can play as much as you want!"
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As soon as Muyan and Li Weiran entered the ghost scene, they attracted countless eyes.
Of course, it wasn't Muyan who attracted the attention.
Having stayed in Yunluo Mountain for more than ten days, Muyan's appearance at this time is not much better than that of a savage and a beggar.
The clothes are torn, the hair is knotted, the face is covered with mud, and the stench emanating from the whole body is exactly the same as this ghost scene.
Li Weiran was the exact opposite of her.
The boy was dressed in a snow-white robe, and even the shoes on his feet were spotless.
A head of black hair flowing like a cloud, like ink like a waterfall.
The bright red satin covered his face, making his skin as cold and white as jade, and his thin lips lightly pink and attractive.
The smooth and perfect curves extend from the temples to the chin and to the delicate collarbone.
The young man is like a work of art carved from white jade.