The stalls sell jewellery that some women in the world like to wear. Although they are not aura and fragile, they can't stand these jewellery are very beautiful and cheap, so they attract a lot of women.

Yange's black gauze exudes too much breath, causing the female nuns around to see her, and immediately gave way.

Seeing that the business came to the door, they all fell apart. The stall owner's heartache was about to speak. Yan Ge threw a spirit stone at him, took the promising jasper dumpling in his hand, and turned away.

I can buy several small jewelry with a good-quality spirit. The stall owner saw that the song was so refreshing. The dissatisfaction on his face turned into a smile, but his eyes fell on Yan Ge ’s hand holding the mule, his face was white, and the phrase "slow "Walk slowly," he drew in his throat, and ultimately failed to speak.

Yan Song has gone far.

Her bucket is a magic weapon that can isolate those people's consciousness.

So she didn't bother looking at the people around her who looked at her, and the consciousness that she wanted to poke holes in her.

Obviously, people walking around, but the part of her walking in it was just like being in a no-man's land, and when people looked at it, she felt that she must be an expert who could not be provoked.

At the end of the street, a man in red holding a red paper umbrella appeared.

The red paper fan is painted with red plums in the snow, and the paper fan that is more and more lined up is extremely bright, which is a bright existence in this person's comings and goings.

The men and women crossing the road were attracted by this paper fan, and they wanted to see who was under the umbrella.

However, the man's face was just covered by a paper fan, making them unable to see the man under the umbrella even if he lowered his head slightly.

This is really a claw.

Tomorrow song came to the end of the street.

The red paper umbrella was raised slightly, and everyone saw the man under the umbrella.

The hustle and bustle of the surroundings seemed to disappear at this moment, and everyone stared at the man, especially the nuns, with an infatuated look, already intoxicated.

It's like a man coming out of the painting. No, he looks like the person in the painting at the moment. There is no smell of fireworks, and a little red mole between his brows is like a finishing touch, making him even more beautiful. .

It looks dazzling, but his eyebrows give the illusion of gentleness and gentleness. The strange concord also makes him look even more beautiful.

He bends his lips slightly, and smiles softly, like a snowdrop blooms, and a flash of light, making the beauty in his painting alive.

The nuns' heartbeat speeded up around them, their faces were red, and they could not wait to go up immediately, in response to his smile.

Yange approached, and his hand was grasped by the man's hand at the next moment: "Mother, are you tired?"

This woman immediately broke the hearts of countless female nuns.

The umbrella drooped, covering the woman who was covered with black gauze all over, which also made everyone unable to see what was happening under the umbrella.

"It's okay." Yange wanted to break away from the man's hand, but he was so strong that she couldn't break away, so she didn't fight any more, just bowed her head and turned a blind eye.

The man held the umbrella in one hand and the hand of Yange in one hand, moving forward slowly.

After getting out of this market, he got into the carriage that was waiting by the road, and then his white, slender fingers slowly put the umbrella up and hung it on the wall of the carriage.

He took out a pot of wine from the dark grid, and poured out the words: "Take the bucket, too."