Steps to Be Phoenix

Seeing that Luo Ming Shi did not seem to have any orders, Duan Li only glanced at the seemingly unconscious Luo Ming Shi, before turning in a flash and leaving.

However, this feeling couldn't help but make her think of the Feng Haoxuan. When she first met them, she admired and envied them. However, he did not expect to see her in such a vindictive manner, as though he had killed his mother.

In the end, she felt a bit lost and helpless. That person said he wanted to protect her, but she disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Luo Ming Shi finally sighed. Duan Li was a person who had his principles, if he did not have that legendary keepsake in his hands, how would she stop him if he really wanted to leave?

In the blink of an eye, another month had passed. However, no matter how tired Luo Ming Shi was in the daytime, he would wake up two hours early to train, and at night, when he returned home, he would train for another two hours. Initially, he was still not proficient in it, but later he gradually started to familiarize himself with the techniques.

In the past few days, Luo Ming Shi had picked out a place for himself in the Luo Family Department, and during the following few days, he continuously transported things inside. Although it was only a small movement every day, after a month, he already had his entire courtyard and the small kitchen that came with it, so it was no problem for him to sleep or eat.

When she was doing all these, it was just as the elder had said, there was no one to stop her, only a few times she had met Luo Cheng De, and he had always been looking at her sneakily and smiling, and that terrifying gaze of his made her extremely unhappy.

And also let Luo Ming Shi know that the cold treatment he had received on the first day here had all been ordered by this person. Luo Ming Shi felt disdain in his heart, and no matter how much that person provoked, he didn't show it, and treated him as a mural.

's footsteps did not stop for a moment, and he pretended not to see her. Unexpectedly, Luo Cheng De, who had never spoken to her before, suddenly called out to her, "Miss, I forgot about one thing.

Luo Ming Shi did not know the meaning behind his sudden mention of this matter, he only remained silent and allowed the man to continue speaking, and sure enough, he once again opened his mouth, "Nothing, it's just that I suddenly remember, I'm here to thank the young miss."

Luo Ming Shi still looked at him expressionlessly, and after he finished speaking in a baffling and seemingly very meaningful tone, he turned around and looked at the road in front of him, not even looking at him.

"You don't need to worry too much about it. If I knew that it was you, I wouldn't have gone and saved you."

Luo Cheng De's expression froze, and then he started laughing out loud, his eyes were filled with arrogance, only he said: "But the matter is already passed, it is useless for you to regret. How is Miss's mood right now? Do you really regret it? "

Luo Ming Shi was unwilling to talk with this madman any longer and was about to leave. Luo Cheng De actually still wanted to stop him, but seeing the meaning in his words and his current actions, it seemed that he really wanted to see the regretful expression on Luo Ming Shi's face.

Luo Ming Shi looked at him again, ignoring the arrogant look on his face, only saying a sentence unrelated to him, "Elder Luo is a wise man, now I have to admit that I made a mistake."

Luo Ming Shi took advantage of the moment he was stunned to turn around and leave.

Luo Cheng De stood in place and looked at Luo Ming Shi's back, feeling complex emotions in his heart.

In the past few days, he saw that Luo Ming Shi's appearance, from a person who had no one to rely on, had changed to that of a mistress, and even the servants were becoming more and more respectful to her. When he saw her dignity gradually flourishing, he was shocked, because he was the one who relied on people, and his past glory was slowly taken away by this woman.

He narrowed his eyes as he thought of this. There was a sinister look in the depths of his eyes.

It was dusk again and the sky was not completely dark yet. Luo Ming Shi walked on the street and looked around in a good mood.

Although it was almost night time, the market would not be quiet because of the night market. Although there were not many people out for a stroll, the night market was very interesting.

Wang Chun could not help but exclaim: "Miss, why is it so lively at night, at this time in the capital, the hawkers have already packed up and are heading home."

Luo Ming Shi also laughed and replied, "There is a curfew in the capital, there is not one here."

Wang Chun listened and nodded her head, then saw another person buying lanterns, he immediately became happy: "Young miss has a lanterns seller over there, does young miss want to go over to take a look?"

Luo Ming Shi stood still in front of an image, standing in front of the flower bed for a long time without leaving, then said: "Go, I will watch it here, you can come back and find me later."

After Wang Chun heard this, she left. Unexpectedly, after she bought the flower lanterns for the young miss, the place where the young miss used to be was no longer there.

Luo Ming Shi was currently standing in front of a painting, and had not left for a long time.

In reality, it was also because of the brush strokes and the composition of the painting that were too similar to an old friend of hers. However, Luo Ming Shi was able to discern that this was an early work of that person, even though the words left behind were empty words, Luo Ming Shi was still able to discern with a glance whether it was true or not with just a glance.

Then, he only said to Wang Chun: "Go, I'll take a look at this place. You can come find me later."

Wang Chun then left.

The more Luo Ming Shi looked, the more he was sure that the painting was Yong Yan's handwriting. He asked the vendor: "How much is this painting for?"

After Luo Ming Shi heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud with his handkerchief. That man in his previous life could easily be robbed by others even if he casually made a painting, and was even called out for 3 million silver sometimes. Now that he only sold it for 300 gold, that man would definitely be angered himself to death.