super music master

Standing at the entrance of the elevator, you can occasionally see a few customers walking through various stores. Unlike the stores below, the salespeople here will not go out of the store to solicit customers.

Chang Huifang took Wu Ling around and finally selected a store that looked relatively plainly decorated.

As soon as he entered, a beautiful salesperson wearing a white shirt and black silk skirt came up to him and politely said welcome. Then he left and stood by the counter, chatting quietly with his companion. After all, although he often

Huifang's clothes are not cheap, but they are not too expensive either.

Chang Huifang casually picked up a hanging coat and looked at the price, 799 yuan.

"How about this one?"

Wu Ling shook his head: "Forget it, Mom, the price is a bit expensive."

"I ask you how do you like this one? Don't worry about the price." Chang Huifang was surprisingly determined this time.

Wu Ling smiled bitterly and took a closer look at the coat.

“The workmanship is good and the style is good, but it’s a bit expensive.”

"It doesn't matter if it's more expensive, as long as you like it!" Chang Huifang said.

Then I chose a few more coats, but none of them looked suitable, so I took Wu Ling out again, walked around for a while, and came to a store that was all in French.

This time the clerk was a delicate girl wearing a white shirt, black vest and slim trousers. As soon as they entered the store, the three of them smelled a subtle and elegant fragrance.

This store sells men's formal casual jackets and trousers. The style is more formal.

Wu Ling carefully selected it and finally selected a dark brown jacket in the corner on the left.

"This one's not bad." She took off her clothes and compared them with Wu Ling's body.

"It's okay." Wu Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He tried to persuade her several times along the way, but her mother was determined and completely unmoved. He was also a little helpless.

There were two other pairs of customers in this store. They were well-dressed and looked like they were no ordinary people. The store clerk was the same as before, he just said a polite welcome, then left and followed the other customers to explain carefully.

From the looks of it, it was obvious that he did not have high expectations for Wu Ling and Wu Ling. After all, these salesmen who work in this line of work every day can be regarded as having sharp eyes. With good eyesight, they can basically judge the price of their clothes.

Identify the income class corresponding to the customer, so as to focus one's attention and energy on high-quality stocks without causing a double waste of time and energy. This is also a basic quality that a store clerk must possess.

However, in Wu Ling's view, this kind of management quality is really an extremely backward concept. If in the previous life, many international famous brands had analyzed potential customers in this regard, and proposed that even customers who temporarily have no purchasing power are likely to

is an important perspective for future potential customers.

Although she received a cold reception, Chen Huifang was still in high spirits. She picked around enthusiastically and finally found this coat. Wu Ling glanced at the price, which was 849.

For a family with a lower middle-class income, this price can be considered an extremely high price during this period.

"So, that's it?" Chang Huifang asked.

"Mom, don't waste it." Wu Ling shook his head.

"Don't worry, your mother brought enough money with her." Chang Huifang said softly.

After choosing the clothes, Chang Huifang took the initiative to wave to the clerk over there. Immediately, it was confirmed that Chang Huifang really wanted to buy it, and a clerk came over with a smile.

"Welcome, are you sure you want to buy this coat?"

"Well!" Chang Huifang handed over the coat.

"Okay, please go to the cashier to pay!"

After paying the money, Chang Huifang handed the coat to Wu Ling: "Go and try the size of the coat."

Wu Ling nodded, took the clothes and walked into the changing room. He put them on and tried them on. They fit him very well.

"How is it?" Wu Ling asked.

"It's okay. Here, I found another pair of trousers for you. Take it back and change it quickly!" Chang Huifang handed Wu Ling another pair of trousers. It seemed that the jacket and trousers were a set. After quickly changing them,

Wu Ling opened the door again and walked out.

"That's great. I have good taste! My son is so handsome!" After looking around Wu Ling, Chang Huifang nodded with satisfaction.

Not only Chang Huifang, but also two other pairs who were choosing clothes were attracted by Wu Ling. Wu Ling's original foundation was not too bad and he had a well-proportioned figure. But after three genetic enhancements, it can be said that there is no trace of anything on his entire body.

Any flaws, whether it's body shape or appearance, are almost perfect.

I didn't feel that it was deliberately hidden before, but now after changing into a new suit of clothes, it is as if the layer of dust on Wu Ling's outside has been wiped away, and the most dazzling light shines out. Even a deliberately old-fashioned glasses does not block it.

, on the contrary, Wu Ling has an elegant temperament, and it is no wonder that it attracts everyone's attention.

"Really good-looking?" The waiter who just ignored Chang Huifang and the others couldn't help but walked over at this time.

"This little classmate, would you like to take a photo and keep it here as an exhibition? We can give you a 30% discount!"

Hearing what the other party said, Chang Huifang shook her head proudly: "No need, we'll pay in full!" After saying that, she pulled Wu Ling to pay and walked out, leaving the waiter with a regretful face behind.

Indeed, given Wu Ling's current conditions, if he really agreed to take photos for publicity, it would be very helpful to their sales. However, Chang Huifang did not agree.

Walking out of the store, Wu Ling secretly gave Chang Huifang a thumbs-up. He would not agree to be a publicist, even if it was to leave a photo. With his current worth, he would not be willing to give up millions.

He saw it in his eyes, let alone this small amount of several hundred dollars. How could he still hang out in the supernatural world if word spread.

Chang Huifang smiled slightly. After the waiter's invitation just now, her nervousness when facing the sixth floor completely disappeared. Next, Chang Huifang took Wu Ling to buy some clothes and brought back gifts. Time was slow.

Slowly until after seven o'clock, they were ready to go home and prepare dinner.

Just as a person's face could be clearly reflected on the mirrored elevator wall, Wu Ling stood quietly, looking straight at the reflection just a palm away in front of him.

Suddenly, an indescribable murderous intention rose from the bottom of his heart. In an instant, the scenery in front of him seemed to be covered with a faint red light.

In the reflection, a young man with flaming red hair and an infinite killing intent in his eyes was looking at him quietly.

That face turned out to be his own.

"How is that possible?!" He gently stretched out his hand and touched the cold mirror with his fingertips.

The young man in the picture smiled cruelly: "Come on, become one with me!"

"Who are you!" A deep voice sounded from Wu Ling's throat.

"What's wrong? Xiao Ling?" Chang Huifang looked at Wu Ling's movements curiously.

"I'm fine!" Wu Ling reluctantly turned around.

"Oh, I guess I'm tired from shopping. Let's go home and cook some food now!" Chang Huifang consoled her.

"Yes!" Wu Ling nodded, and once again focused on the image in front of him.

"Ding!" The elevator reached the next floor. A young girl in white walked out of the elevator, turned around and left to the right. At the end, she glanced at Wu Ling warily. Just now she felt a palpitation from Wu Ling's body.

the breath.

Wu Ling let out a breath. His eyes fell on a silver pillar directly opposite. The distant image on it reflected all the scenes in the elevator, distorting it like a distorting mirror.

In the elevator, a young man with blood-red clothes and long hair stood wantonly, with a sword hanging from his waist.

"I obviously don't have a sword." Wu Ling suddenly felt chilled in his heart. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the elevator wall beside him. He still saw the figure wearing blood-stained clothes, with red hair and a long sword hanging from his waist. This made him even more chilled.

What's strange is that, even though he has turned his head, the image reflected in the image is still looking straight ahead. There is no movement at all.

"I'm Wu Ling." He lowered his head suddenly and said as if to emphasize. He closed his eyes gently, and his face under his hair was slightly distorted. Like a mirror, the mouth of the boy in the wall was also opening and closing slightly.

Anyone who understands lip reading will find that the other person is also saying: "I am Wu Ling!"

"I see. Is this the manifestation of the energy tribulation?" Wu Ling said lightly as he raised his head and looked directly at the blood in front of him.

"If you want to devour my sanity, then go ahead and see who can devour whom!" He gently clenched his fists, but the veins on his back told Wu Ling's inner peace.

"What's wrong? Ling Ling?" Chang Huifang looked at Wu Ling beside her, who was talking to himself, in confusion.

"It's nothing, I just seem to have a cold." Wu Ling raised his head with a soft smile on his face.

"Ding!" The elevator finally reached the first floor.

Chang Huifang carried her things and walked out first. Wu Ling paused, looked at the space in front of him that seemed to have been dyed blood, took a deep breath, and walked out.

The metal door slowly closed. The scene on the elevator wall seemed to be frozen, still staying there. The red-haired, blood-clothed boy looked at the empty elevator quietly with a cruel smile.

Suddenly, the entire image turned into countless blood mist and dissipated, and countless murmuring sounds seemed to be heard in the blood mist.

"I will devour you, energy thief!"

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Walking out of the Gulou Commercial Building, Wu Ling followed Chang Huifang silently without saying a word. There was a gentle smile on his face, but the clenched fists of his hands holding his pockets showed that his mood at this time was far less than what he appeared on the surface.

So peaceful.

For the first time, Wu Ling had doubts about himself.

"It has reached the point where the energy tribulation has manifested itself. The next step is the final confrontation between me and it. Either I will be swallowed by him, or it will be swallowed by me! We must find a way to solve the energy tribulation as soon as possible. If it continues, maybe

The situation is really going to be bad!" The passers-by chatting beside him, the honking of cars, and the repeated hawking of promotions in the store not far away. All the sounds seemed to be separated by a layer of glass, a little hazy.

"Isn't there a solution to this situation by unblocking the space?" Wu Ling was immersed in the unblocked space. It was the same loneliness, and there was only one piano. Other than that, nothing had changed.

"What should I do instead?" Wu Ling held his hands tightly.

Suddenly, a strange smell came over. Looking at the sloppy figure on the street corner, Wu Ling's heart moved.

She quickly said to Chang Huifang on the side: "Mom, I saw a friend. I'm going to go find him. You go back first. I'll go back in a while!"

Chang Huifang wanted to say something, but Wu Ling just left his back. Looking at Wu Ling walking away, Chang Huifang complained and said: "This child..."

But she still took a taxi home. After all, Wu Ling had always performed well, and she was very relieved about Wu Ling.

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