Chapter 434 (1/2)

OK! Acquaintances! Fellow villagers!

Ye Chen took back his eyes and did not go to see Bi you beside him.

However, he didn't see it again, which does not mean biyou didn't see it. Although he just had a quick glance at Ye Chen, he still felt something strange. He felt a sense of familiarity and palpitation.

As a result, they stand in front of the stall, ye Chen is watching Mo Jin Ling Yu, Bi you is looking at him, and the owner of the stall is watching biyou.

”Who is he? It's familiar.” The jade hand in the sleeve gently clenched, biyou is still staring at Ye Chen. At the moment, she has such a moment's impulse to uncover Ye Chen's ghost mask and see his true face.

”This Taoist friend.” After all, in a strange feeling, biyou pursed her lips and whispered, hoping to hear ye Chen's voice through the words here.

”I'll take it.” Ye Chen pretended not to hear, and his voice was deliberately blessed by him, becoming very old.

Although he wants to show his identity now, he has not yet figured out how to recognize each other, and in his opinion, it is not the time.

After that, he left a storage bag and put the ink, gold and jade into the storage bag. Then he turned around and walked into the crowd, leaving biyou a familiar figure.

Or that strange feeling impels, let biyou purr lips, stride to follow up, want to see ye Chen from the front.

In this way, in this noisy street, ye Chen walked and stopped, biyou also walked and stopped. Several times, she couldn't help but want to go up and pat Ye Chen on the shoulder, but they both resisted.

”Although he has white hair, although he has a mask, and though his voice is so old, I must have met him. I must have seen him.” Biyou heart has always been such a voice in resounding, and that familiar feeling has become more and more strong, let her involuntarily follow the footsteps of Ye Chen stop and go.

After all, ye Chen stopped and walked out of the street.

The ancient city of Tianlong is very large, with many winding paths leading to secluded paths. Ye Chen walks along the path, sometimes picking a fruit from a tree planted on the side and stuffing it into his mouth.

”Taoist friends.” After all, Bi you took two steps and called out again.

”What do you want to do with me?” Ye Chen did not turn around, the voice is still that old.

After death, biyou pursed her lips, and her jade hands clasped in her sleeves. ”Do you... Do you know ye Chen?”

”Yes.”

”Well... Can you take off your mask?”

”Sorry, I can't Ye Chen very casually said a word, words did not fall, it has raised the pace.

Behind him, in the breeze, biyou's beautiful figure stands there, motionless, like a carved ice sculpture, like the beautiful eyes of water, staring at his back.

”I'll pay you back some day.” Murmuring all the way, ye Chen stopped in front of a bare door, paid the rent, and walked in.

Walking into the guangmen gate, it has its own boundary. It is a small garden with a radius of about 20 Zhang. It is full of aura. There is a small pavilion and its layout is quite unique. It is a good place for quiet cultivation.

Waving to close the light door, ye Chen sat on the ground with his knees crossed and took out the jade slips handed down by the ancestors of Tianzong.

Click!

The jade slips were immediately crushed by him, and then, one by one, the golden and bright small characters of the size of rice grains flew into his mind from the center of his eyebrows and arranged themselves to form a secret art.

The void is gone!