From the Heavens Descended an Immortal Sister

"How much is this painting for sale?"

Fang Ren approached the small stall at the entrance of the shop, looking at the various ink paintings on the ground and addressing the middle-aged woman.

"Dak ke?"

The woman seemed stunned by his voice as if she couldn't understand what Fang Ren meant, and she also uttered two sounds that Fang Ren couldn't understand.

Reluctantly, Fang Ren looked up at the woman, pausing for a few seconds, and noticed that she didn't intend to avoid his gaze, but rather frowned in disdain, uttering some words that Fang Ren couldn't understand.

It seemed as if she was saying, if you want to buy something, then buy it, what are you looking at her for?

This woman... isn't Liu Qianqian?

She behaved flawlessly, just like a woman from another world, totally unfamiliar to Fang Ren.

Fang Ren smiled slightly, pointing with his finger at a portrait deep inside the woman's shop, still speaking his own language, "Could you show me that wooden board?"

The woman turned to glance at the wooden board inside the shop, frowned again, and said some strange words to Fang Ren, who thought she was asking if he wanted to buy that wooden board because her words carried a questioning tone.

"Yes, I would like to buy it," nodded Fang Ren.

He kept talking precisely to test if the woman was pretending not to understand.

Seeing Fang Ren nod, the woman immediately shook her head, speaking in the local language and gesturing to Fang Ren, seemingly indicating that the wooden board was not for sale.

Fang Ren frowned and mimicked what the woman said before, "Dak ke?"

Upon hearing him speak the local language, the woman immediately brightened up, saying something like, "Didi mi, shan na wa ai..."

Fang Ren really couldn't understand and could only use gestures to ask why the wooden board couldn't be sold.

The other party responded with a string of didi mi wa ai and the like, but Fang Ren just laughed.

This woman was quite the actress.

From the beginning till now, every aspect of her demeanor matched that of an ordinary shop owner dealing with a foreigner who couldn't speak the language.

However, she seemed to have overlooked one crucial issue: he and the person on the wooden board looked exactly the same, except for a slightly longer beard. How could she not recognize him?

"Then I'll just buy a painting instead," he said.

As Fang Ren spoke, he started looking over the paintings displayed at the stall, then turned to Bai Qi beside him and said with a smile, "Qi'er, which painting do you like?"

Bai Qi was startled; Fang Ren usually called her Xiao Xi, why the sudden intimate nickname?

Then she suddenly remembered what Fang Ren told her earlier, to play along.

Play along?

Pretend to be a couple and see how the woman would react?

So that's what he meant!

That suited her perfectly!

Bai Qi chuckled to herself, directly wrapped her arm around Fang Ren's, and said with a smile, "As long as it's something my husband likes, I'll like it too."

Fang Ren internally clenched his teeth; he asked her to cooperate, but not quite like this!

But on the surface, Fang Ren remained composed, continuing to look at the paintings on the ground, while using his soul force to closely observe every expression and movement of the woman.

As expected, he sensed a flash of anger in the woman's eyes.

Bai Qi immediately intensified her act, saying, "Husband, isn't it thrilling to come out and find me behind Sister Hui Qing's back? In this world, Sister Hui Qing will definitely have no idea what we've been up to."

Fang Ren was dumbfounded. Was this girl trying to paint him as a faithless man in front of Liu Qianqian?

At that moment, the middle-aged woman's expression had turned thoroughly cold upon hearing this.

When she was previously held at swordpoint by Mu Huanqing, Fang Ren hadn't bothered to look for her afterward.

She actually thought he was a faithful and devoted husband.

But now it seemed the only reason he didn't seek her out was because he didn't like her.

Look at him now, sneaking around with Bai Qi behind Mu Huanqing's back, yet he never cared to pay attention to her or even see her face once.

The woman casually waved her hand and all the paintings on the stall disappeared. She then spoke coldly in the Earth-Tianjiang language, "We don't welcome the two of you here, please leave."

Seeing this, Bai Qi let go of Fang Ren's arm and said with a smile to the woman, "I thought you could pretend a bit longer."

"You knew it was me and still chose to disgust me to my face?" the woman said coldly.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ren felt a burden lift from his heart; he had confirmed Liu Qianqian's safety.

"How did you end up in such a distant place?" he asked.

"It's none of your business."

Seeing Liu Qianqian's unfriendly attitude, Fang Ren then said, "Many people back there are really worried about you. I came here to take you back."

The woman's expression turned colder: "What, has Mu Huanqing's pity overflowed? There's no need for that. I am living quite comfortably, so tell her to put away her pity!"

Bai Qi quickly interjected, "Hey, hey, hey, class president, what's with the temper? Sister Hui Qing is genuinely worried about you, and your family has changed too. They're no longer the same as before, driven only by profit; they all miss you. Why don't you come back?"

"Shut up!" the woman snapped. "You complacently engage in indecent actions behind your sister's back! Do you still have the face to care about your sister?"

Bai Qi felt embarrassed, patting Fang Ren on the shoulder and saying, "I was just rehearsing just now; why are you taking it so seriously? Besides, you started acting out our roles first. Even if I really did something dishonorable,Old Fang here wouldn't be interested in me, anyway."

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