living in the world of reincarnation

Chapter 411 Invitation and Traces
Mu Lan stayed at Zhao Ziyu's home for three consecutive days. Her daily life was very leisurely. In the morning, she watched TV and consumed the snacks in the refrigerator.

Three meals a day were delivered, and people came to clean the room every day. Mu Lan felt that she was almost grown into a rice bug, so she was bored, her figure disappeared in an instant, and she came to the space of the main god.

It's still morning, before the daily training time, there is only Ah Feng in the white main god space.

Afeng designed many obstacles on the ground, all of which were towering pillars, and he moved around the obstacles at high speed as if he was performing aerobatics.

Farther from the line of sight, there are many rings of different sizes. After completing this obstacle flight, Ah Feng should pass through those rings.

"It's really hard work." Mu Lan murmured, Ah Feng's current state is even harder than when he first entered the main god's space.

Concentrating the mental strength around her body, Mu Lan slowly lifted into the air, and also tried to fly towards the obstacle course.

Mu Lan felt the air slapping her face, and the speed was a little faster, so she opened Thrall's shield.

After easily bypassing the two pillars, the third pillar had no time to change direction due to the speed, the shield rubbed and almost hit.

"interesting."

This track is very good for practicing flying ability. Mu Lan turned to look forward, and Ah Feng controlled the armor to flexibly adjust the flight trajectory in the air. It seems that he is very proficient in armor now.

"You are all here!"

Zhao Ziyu's voice suddenly appeared, he waved his hands at the two people in the sky, and said with a smile: "If it's not that my realm is not in place, I will play with you."

Mu Lan landed slowly, and seeing Zhao Ziyu wearing a royal blue slim-fit suit and polished leather shoes, looking very energetic, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Who are you going to see?"

"Let's meet my dad and those two!" Zhao Ziyu curled his lips.

It turned out that she was meeting Zhao Hongxuan and Zhao Jingshu, no wonder she was dressed like this, Mu Lan thought, every time she saw those two, Zhao Ziyu wore this kind of formal attire, as if she didn't want to lose to them in terms of momentum.

"I'll pick you up in a car later, and then have a meal at home at noon." Zhao Ziyu said.

"Huh?" Mu Lan questioned.

"Today is the New Year!" Zhao Ziyu said in surprise: "You don't remember, otherwise I don't want to see them both!"

Mu Lan said oh, she has always been alone, and no one has accompanied her to celebrate various festivals, so naturally she doesn't care about such things as festivals.

"That guy heard that he learned a few tricks of boxing and embroidering his legs, and he wanted to challenge me." Zhao Ziyu said disdainfully, "I've never seen such an overconfident person."

He should be talking about Zhao Hongxuan, father Zhao's proud son who was brought into the Zhao family in Lingnan, and he heard that he was also learning ancient martial arts.

"It's only been a few days, what can you learn?" Mu Lan didn't care. The Chosen One is not a being that ordinary people can challenge.

She thought about Zhao Ziyu's invitation again. Is it really okay for her as an outsider to go to the Zhao family for the holidays?Mu Lan asked a question.

"Don't show up, my dad has always wanted to thank you!" Zhao Ziyu said immediately: "I heard that I must invite you here when you come. It's a holiday and you don't want to be alone at home. Come on, come on! "

Mu Lan hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement, "Is there anything special about dressing?"

Zhao Ziyu laughed immediately, "It's just a family banquet, just us, it's not a ball or something, you can wear whatever you want."

Then he flattered her again, "Anyway, you look good in whatever you wear."

Mu Lan smiled. Although she said this, it was still impolite to be too casual. She began to wonder about what good clothes she had in her meager wardrobe.
"By the way, I passed by Longcheng Alley yesterday and went to the black market again." Zhao Ziyu said, "Do you still remember the craftsman we met that day?"

Mu Lan nodded, not knowing why he mentioned this.

"That guy is a bit interesting. I discussed with him about refining for a while." Zhao Ziyu became excited when he mentioned this. "It seems that we can exchange blueprints for refining with him. What do you think?"

"If the value is equal, the communication between the refiners is very beneficial." Mu Lan thought: "The several methods of making talismans brought back from the Lingyin world are unique, and it is likely to reveal ourselves, except for this Everything else can be exchanged."

Zhao Ziyu also agreed, "Well, I'll go and have a look when I have time, and by the way, see if there are any good things worth exchanging in the black market."

Mu Lan sighed, she didn't expect that the craftsman surnamed Dong had no clue, but Zhao Ziyu made friends with another craftsman.

After returning to the real world, around eleven o'clock at noon, Zhao Ziyu's cool red sports car stopped downstairs.

Mu Lan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, felt a little strange, and stopped Zhao Ziyu who started the car, and she frowned and looked at a certain position.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ziyu asked.

Mu Lan opened the car door silently and walked slowly towards the woods in the park.

Seeing Mu Lan's expression was wrong, Zhao Ziyu hurriedly got out of the car and chased after her, nervously said: "An enemy?"

"The breath of magic." Mu Lan said in the soul link.

magic?Zhao Ziyu also realized that something was wrong, his body tensed instantly, his true energy condensed, and he drew out the long sword in his hand at any time.

After exploring the green forest several times with mental strength, Mu Lan signaled Zhao Ziyu not to be nervous.

"There are no enemies, just a faint trace of magic. Someone has cast a spell here."

After pushing away the obstructing bushes and spending a long time in the woods, Mu Lan finally found the source of the magic power, and then her expression became strange.

"It's so dirty here! There are so many sundries, and the property doesn't clean up?" Zhao Ziyu covered his nose.

At the foot of the wildly growing tree roots, in a pile of bushes, there are many scattered debris, such as cans, or plastic packaging for bread. Not far away, there is an overturned metal bucket, which seems to be used for roasting sweet potatoes Yes, mental power detected the past, there were some slag carbon fragments inside, and the surrounding snow was melted, and it looked like a place where people lived.

"There used to be a person living here." Mu Lan said softly, "But now it's gone. There are traces of magic on the ground."

"In this weather, someone lives here?" Zhao Ziyu felt strange.

"Let me think about it." Mu Lan thought about it: "This homeless man sneaked into the high-end apartment complex secretly by some means. With this temperature, he is staying here, which shows that he has a strong purpose."

Zhao Ziyu suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise: "Three days ago, the one who touched porcelain at night?"

Mu Lan nodded. During the past three days when she had nothing to do to exercise her mental strength, she observed the homeless man a few times. He has always lived here and was waiting for an opportunity to find a target.

"Has Pengci worked so hard?" Zhao Ziyu sneered, "With this kind of heart, you can move bricks."

As he said that, he felt wrong, and he said again: "You can't get rich by moving bricks."

(End of this chapter)