It took Sheng Lingyuan a long time to figure out that although this place is called a "hotel", it turns out that it is not a specialty for selling wine.

When they arrived, it was already midnight, and Dongchuan was Jinwu, and there were still dusty guests coming and going in the lobby.

He first saw a group of old men and women passing by, all of whom were sixty years old, but they were very "unsanctuary". The old men pushed the boxes with wheels, and the old women surrounded the colorful headscarves like a scramble. From a distance, they looked like a group of male and female birds upside down. An old woman was holding a "box" in her hand and touched her for a moment. From a distance, she saw Sheng Lingyuan, who was out of place in the crowd. Her eyes lit up and she walked towards him with big strides: "That young man, please help the aunt take a photo here..."

Xuan Ji had just taken the room card from his colleague, but when he heard this throat, he almost urinated. He rushed to stop the tough old aunt who even dared to tease the human emperor: "I'll come, I'll take pictures for you. My friend is not good at skill, and everyone who shoots it is half-pulled."

Sheng Lingyuan didn't understand what they were saying, so he turned sideways and endured the noisy voices around to look at the small screen of the digital camera. He saw clear figures appearing on the "magic weapon" with a "click" sound, and some soul-catching object was frozen. He subconsciously hid back. Without waiting to look carefully, a very thin young girl passed by him again.

The girl dragged a box that was almost half a person tall, holding her mobile phone, and said to anyone: "Yes... I'm on a business trip, and I'm going back to Yong'an. The flight at night... Don't worry, you will definitely let you see the latest version of the plan before boarding the plane!"

Sheng Lingyuan was sucked into the digital camera and was taken away by the roller box in her hand. He saw that there was neither guard nor follower beside the girl. She was alone, and everyone ignored her, and no one even helped her to help her hold a box. From Dongchuan to Yong'an, there were more than a thousand miles. When he was on the road late at night, a small group of cavalry wearing armor and holding sharp weapons were extremely alert. Wouldn't the girl's home on her own beside her be dead for a lifetime?

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but wonder: Could this mortal woman be a rare master?

"What master, you're a miserable Party B at first glance." Xuan Ji dismissed the aunt, "heard" his doubts, and glanced at him in his eyes.

As the "former party" who resigned, he said with great experience: "I'm on a business trip, no one is here to receive me, and I'm going on a 24-hour round trip, of course I have to go to the night. Red-eye flights save money... Oh, the 'Red-eye flight' is the plane that takes off at midnight - you know the plane, the one we took when we came."

The little girl was trembling at the door of the hotel lobby by the night wind. She did not look like she had any magical powers. After a moment, a yellow car drove by. She reached out to stop her casually. Without even asking, she jumped up and left, looking like a big heart.

As the fireworks were inflamed, Xuan Ji suddenly found that the bloody smell and hostility on the old demon had faded, like a ferocious beast returning to the territory, restraining his minions, suppressing his impermanent joys and anger, and avoiding the plants and trees protected by him almost gentlely. No wonder the aunt just now dared to come straight to him.

It was not until this time that Xuan Ji felt a little real like "This is the Emperor of Humanity".

"That yellow man is called a 'taxi'," Xuan Ji couldn't help but talk to him, "The driver - the driver is the driver who specializes in pulling people away, collects money according to the distance, and has the opportunity to take you to experience... Your Majesty, please move to the guest room here."

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help asking: "Aren't she afraid...that little girl?"

"It's not okay to be afraid, you have to make a living. However, Dongchuan is famous for its public security. It's notorious to catch a plane in the middle of the night, except for overworking and fertilizing."

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but exclaim "good" and asked again: "Which dynasty is there in the mortal world? Who is in power?

"Without dynasty, the emperor was laid off and re-employed... Alas!"

While they were talking, a receptionist from the local foreign control bureau came over and carried several large bags. Their group "crashed" again and they were on the spot in the swamp, and they were so embarrassed that they were not as good as individuals. The receptionist who arranged for their accommodation was very thoughtful. They went to pick up some clothes and daily necessities and packed some fast food in the 24-hour store.

The receptionist said: "They were bought by our unit organized a sports meeting last year. I bought a few more pieces, all of which were new and no one wore them. Originally, the leaders of the General Administration came over and should buy some good ones for everyone, but they didn't know the numbers of your digits. I was afraid that the clothes were not suitable. These were sportswear. It was not a big problem for the bigger and smaller ones. Several leaders made do with it first."

"You are kind to you, I've helped you a lot. Thank you. Thank you all, you can't get off work in the middle of the night, and you still have to follow us." Xuan Ji warmly thanked the people, and then turned around and called Sheng Lingyuan who was still in a daze to go upstairs.

Sheng Lingyuan had just seen the ever-changing era, the complex and complex contemporary social systems, and the unheard-of-watching world map in his mind.

Xuan Ji took half a cup of Coke in one mouthful and sighed: "Is it too hungry and cold to save my dog's life? Your Majesty, come and try it?"

Before Sheng Lingyuan could react, he was stuffed with a bottle of Coke and stared at the bubble-burning bottle of Xiao Hei Water.

His Majesty’s first human fireworks after "descending to earth" was the “Happy Water of Fat House”, as if it had laid the foundation for his life style that he would never be able to get taller in the future.

"I told people that you are my sword spirit. Today you can only make do with me for a night, and I will talk about other things later." Xuan Ji took him to the 31st floor.

The hotel is a magnificent KTV rich style, with a bit of rustic decoration, but the conditions are very good. The corridor is cleaned very clean, and the aroma of the flower notes is neither thick nor light. As soon as the elevator comes, a picture of the cold plum blossoms is seen, and a dazzling crystal lamp is on the top of his head. Sheng Lingyuan carefully stepped on the sound-absorbing carpet. Xuan Ji heard him say in his heart: "The master is really interested... It's just that the room at this station is too dense."

The sound insulation effect of the hotel room is limited. With Sheng Lingyuan's ear power, he could hear various movements in the adjacent rooms before he walked out of the elevator shaft.

There was a shocking snoring sound from a room. The people there seemed to be a little breathing, and they stopped for a few seconds, as if they were dead at any time.

Next door, a group of people were not sure what games they played, laughing and making noise, and they didn't sleep even when it was almost dawn.

In the room on his right hand, a pair of dogs and men were busy and talked a lot, and they were talking while they were doing it. His Majesty was still learning modern Mandarin and his listening level was average. He didn't dare to say that he could hear it correctly, but even guessing it, he analyzed that the two seemed to be discussing how to kill each other's original wife.

Xuan Ji, who shared his thoughts and some of his senses, was forced to listen to the "real-time broadcast", and his hand trembled when swiping the room card: "You should move quickly, your majesty!"

Why is curious so much? I don’t have to worry about boils in my ears!

I don’t know if it was because of his career. No matter what he saw, Sheng Lingyuan looked faint, and he was not surprised when he was changing, and he would never show any rare and strange things. If it weren’t for the fact that they hadn’t stopped "Bluetooth" in their hearts, Xuan Ji would have been fooled by him.

His Majesty's ability to adapt to the new environment is amazing. After entering the door, he touched everything quietly and quickly made a rough inference about their purpose.

Don't say it, guessing almost everything, except for some things that have slight errors—

"That's soap, hand washing, not snacks."

"The power supply in the holes on the wall... is not there either, it's quite safe. After all, every family has it. There is no thunder talisman inside... Yes, it's not Xiao Zhengshi's method, it's unified distribution by the power plant."

"That's the air conditioning vent... no need to block it, no one poisons it."

"The water in the faucet is not drunk and not clean."

Sheng Lingyuan took a handful of tap water and watched in surprise as the clear and cold water leaked from his fingers. He didn't know what else to do if it wasn't clean... At least there was no medicinal smell in the water.

Xuan Ji: "Are you insulting our happy water?"

As he said that, he opened a bag of fried chicken and the strong fragrance rushed out unscrupulously. Even though Sheng Lingyuan was not heavy in his appetite, he was still attracted by the smell of contemporary junk food.

When he was in the sword, he saw Xuan Ji cooking at home, which was incredibly rich. At that time, he felt that this little demon had outstanding skills and a rare innate spiritual creature, and that life was "luxury" and nothing was that it was not until this time that he vaguely felt that the people here seemed to be so "luxury".

I saw the meat that had been sucked with oil was sloppy and was very unprotected. There was no bowl or chopstick next to it. I only had a layer of colorful skin outside, which was torn off by Xuan Ji and rolled it aside.

Sheng Lingyuan looked carefully and was shocked to find that there were words on the "skin"!

In his lifetime, there was no paper. He wrote with bamboo slips and stone slabs, which was very grand. Even the witch people who wrote with leaves, the leaves that recorded the words were precious and sacred... These people actually used them to make rice and apply oil!

Sheng Lingyuan did not rashly comment, but couldn't help but frown and thought, "Forget it, it's not a matter of luxury elsewhere, it's not a matter of decent."

Xuan Ji: "..."

"We not only have words on the paper we apply oil, but also on the straw paper we apply that. These are all printed in batches, not luxury goods, so I will explain it to you later," Xuan Ji was so hungry that he put his chest on his back, "I said, Your Majesty, aren't you hungry?"

Sheng Lingyuan remembered the "happy water" that smelled soaring into the sky just now, and decided not to make things difficult for him. He shook his head reservedly: "Well, thank you, I have fasted you, no need, but you..."

This little demon can fly and has wings. It must belong to the winged clan, eating these...

Xuan Ji bit off half of the chicken wings in one bite, without any feeling of "injuring the species", and did not speak softly at all: "Ah? What's wrong with eating these?"

I don’t know how those yellow skins are made, they are very crisp and make a "crack" sound when bitten. Sheng Lingyuan’s ears are like a rat: “...it’s nothing.”

He felt that staring at people eating is indecent, so His Majesty moved his gaze away and looked around him.

The room is very small, it is a "standard room". You can see two snow-white single beds when you enter the door. The mattress is soft and the quilt is clean. Even if you look at it from Sheng Lingyuan's standards, it cannot be said to be simple, but it is quite unspecified, and there is not even a bed tent on it.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are sealed, but there is no curtain. Here is the thirty-first floor. Standing by the window, you can see the lights of thousands of families. Unlike the small county town near Chiyuan, the night in Dongchuan is full of neon lights, and even the stars are eclipsed. The city is built against the mountains. Large areas of tall buildings are undulating with the terrain, which is very spectacular. The roads and elevated bridges are mixed together, and their bodies are outlined by tall street lights, making people dizzy.

It was already deeper and heavier, and there were no traffic jams, but there were still many pedestrians on the street.

There is a large theater downstairs of the hotel. It was just a concert or a performance that ended in the middle of the night. A large group of spectators rushed out from it. The roadside was full of little girls with light signs, jumping and jumping in groups of three or five.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't help but be attracted to the window and stared at the crowd under the neon lights.

He looked out the window, and Xuan Ji was looking at his back. At that moment, Xuan Ji identified a little positive emotion in Sheng Lingyuan's calm mind for the first time.

Maybe it wasn't very happy, but the dark noises that were like dark tides in Sheng Lingyuan's heart that kept surging and being suppressed disappeared for a moment, and a half-expressed question arose in his heart: "How many people are there in Dongchuan?"

"Dongchuan?" Xuan Ji held a fries in his mouth and thought for a while, "I don't know, but I guess there must be about a hundred thousand."

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned. Xuan Ji felt that he was very confused. Perhaps his imagination limited his mathematics. His Majesty the Emperor of Human Emperor was unable to construct a concept of this order of magnitude for the time being.

This rare confusion finally gave him a little human taste - many folk ghost stories have this setting, saying that the fireworks in the world are irresistible temptations for ghosts in the underworld, and some ghosts even kill people and do evil to make a bite of food to restore the sun.

In the story, the desires of ghosts are human desires, and Sheng Lingyuan does not have such desires.

He witnessed the unimaginable sounds and colors of the ancients, and did not covet them when smelling the unheard delicacies. He did not even ask how the country of Daqi was destroyed and how the descendants of his descendants ended. Xuan Ji felt that he had no yearning for the world of living people.

However...human demons arise because of obsession, and no desire or attachment can become demons.

What is his obsession?

Xuan Ji's mind turned a lot of things, and there was a little bit of spying, but Sheng Lingyuan ignored it, as if he didn't hear it.

Xuan Ji then pointed out: "Your Majesty, you were alive...ah, it's a bit rude to say this. Do you understand the spirit - do you have any unfulfilled wishes before? Tell me, maybe I can help."

Sheng Lingyuan smiled: "No."

"Then what are your plans for the future? Uh... where do you want to go to see it? The ancient capital, the imperial palace, etc. - what is your palace called?"

"Duling Palace." Sheng Lingyuan said lightly, "Duling Palace was built by stones and broken tiles. Thousands of years have passed and it should have turned into pieces. What you can see now is probably because of the many renovations of later generations, and the dog tails are added to the marten. Just look at it casually, don't take it too seriously."

Xuan Ji: "…oh."

"Natural" has to be educated by the ancients.

Sheng Lingyuan: "You don't have to worry. I just want to find out the delusional person who disturbs me with gloomy sacrifices. I just want to stay in the world for a long time."

Xuan Ji's purpose of temptation was exposed in person, and he was not embarrassed. He said with a smile as if nothing had happened: "I know, otherwise you should go and take a shower first. It's just right to take a shower while we are not in a bad mood yet, so I'll tell you how to turn on the shower - change the clothes in the bag over there."

"The spray head is coming out, the switch is here, and the red side is twisted with heating water, and the other side is cold water... The bottles contain shampoo, shower liquid, etc. The bottles all look similar, and I think the things inside are similar. Just pick a bottle and apply it and flush it..."

Xuan Ji pointed out the washing tools in the bathroom to him. Sheng Lingyuan could naturally "see" the use of these things in his mind, but he didn't have to waste so many words, which was quite easy to deal with. But there were too many new things. Thousands of years passed, and everything he knew during his lifetime was overthrown. Even though His Majesty had an amazing ability to accept, he could not help but be overwhelmed. His eyes were always slower than Xuan Ji's fingers for a few seconds, and he seemed a little at a loss.

He has a pair of nearly clear eyes, as if the eyes of a child who has never been exposed to the wind and sun, and does not know good or evil.

As soon as I saw those eyes, even though I knew it was a dangerous product, Xuan Ji's tone became softer involuntarily: "Actually it's not complicated. I'll get used to it twice... Just call me if you have any questions."

"Yeah." Sheng Lingyuan pretended to be nothing, moved his eyes off the shampoo, nodded, "So well-behaved."

"Okay," Xuan Ji thought helplessly, "No matter whether it becomes a monster or an immortal after death, after all, he will be the emperor for a lifetime and will have the greatest face."

As soon as the idea came to an end, the next moment, he met the eyes of the Emperor's Majesty who was smiling.

Xuan Ji's heart tightened, and a level one alarm popped up immediately. Without warning, a buzzing sound in his ears, and a thin black mist rose from his feet, covering his whole body. Xuan Ji's thinking suddenly became extremely slow, and his brain seemed to have turned into an open book, allowing others to read it.

He didn't hear a word about Sheng Lingyuan's thoughts, which should have been in harmony with his mind. The other party didn't know what method he used, but had unilaterally blocked him. The irrelevant heart sounds he heard from Sheng Lingyuan's heart just now were all confused by the other party!

Sheng Lingyuan asked slowly: "Little kid, how old are you? Why are you still so easily hungry? Haven't your innate spiritual creatures been 'fasting' since childhood? What are you?"
Chapter completed!