Feng Qingyi turned his head and found that it was an elegant robes in a black and red dress, and a beautiful hair with a beautiful hairpin and long hair.

"Is it you?" The wind was clear and stunned, showing a hint of caution and a trace of unnaturalness.

The beauty in front of me is the candlelight.

At the beginning, the two women in the cave, and Ye Fan, all kinds of things that made the wind clear and unbearable.

"Bikong? How are you with her?"

Feng Qingyi also found that the prostitute behind the candlelight turned out to be one of the Xuanyuan Sanying that had disappeared before.

The candlelight was sitting on the opposite side of himself. "Hey, haven't you seen the elders?"

Bi Kongyi was very respectful and gracious, and whispered: "The slaves have seen the wind curator."

"You..." The wind is clear and unbelievable. After all, she is impressed that it is not such a temper.

Candlelight smiled and laughed: "Clean sister, are you listening to those gossips that make you unhappy?"

"Who is your sister?"

"When I am a few hundred years old, what is wrong with the girl?"

"You are not welcome here, please go away," said the wind and cold.

"Which is not welcome, you see the whole restaurant, look at us here," the candlelight giggled, and the beautiful man swept through the restaurant.

These two beautiful women sit together and really attract people's attention.

The wind and the clear will not say, the candlelight is so beautiful, and the mysterious temperament, both men and women are attracted.

"You don't go, I am going," Feng Qing said, and he must get up and leave.

Just did not take two steps, I heard the candlelight faintly said: "You don't want to... revenge the man?"

The wind cleared the footsteps and squatted in place.

There is a glimmer of light in the candlelight, and it seems that I can foresee what...

After one night.

The sky of the city of innocence, gray, cold and chilly, seems to drop a lot of temperature.

After Ye Fan did not know how many times the video was taken, he walked out from the Promise.

Although he knew he had to maintain his confidence, the more he saw it, the less powerful he found.

The gap is too big... From the standpoint, he can survive, purely a miracle.

Looking at it now, Ye Xuanguang did not catch up, nothing more than two possibilities.

Either he is afraid of attacking the Ark, or he wants to wait until the Doomsday Conference to find a better time to kill him.

The mood is heavy, and Ye Fan does not want to interfere with the cultivation of women, giving them more anxiety.

He wants to take a walk alone, simply to become a passer-by and walk up the street.

Seeing that there is a little snow in the wind, Ye Fan can't help but squat down. The winter of this innocent city seems to come faster than the big sign.

"Is it heard? Seven ancient ancestral gates of the ancient magical genus were destroyed by the Obsidian Legion!"

"I knew it! I was arrested and killed more than 10,000 monks. I went to the mine to dig the magic crystal mine, and said that it was to build the ark!"

"Hey... think about it all! The **** obsidian army is simply not looking at our tyrannical powerhouse!"

"Yeah, say killing the door and killing the door, saying killing and killing! Even the innocent ones are not let go!"

"Let them be proud for a while, and when the Alliance Assembly opens, the Sword God will definitely take us out of the gang!"

The roadside restaurants and teahouses, all kinds of arguments, are all about the recent days of the flood.

Ye Fan pretends to be an ordinary passer-by, listening silently, and can't say anything in his heart.

In front of the road, came a woman wearing a white fur collar cloak, red robes, hair and hair, white and beautiful.

After seeing Ye Fan, like many people on the street, he stunned a little.

The woman was playing with a newly bought bracelet with a slight smile on her lips. It seemed to be accustomed to the eyes around her.

Ye Fan hesitated, bowed his head and walked silently from the woman.

And the woman did not seem to find anything, and passed by.

Ye Fan took a few steps and turned back to look at it quietly.

What surprised him was that the woman actually stopped and looked back at him.

On the streets where people come and go, the two people gaze at each other and see each other from the other's eyes.

After a moment of silence, the woman asked quietly, "Is... cold brother?"

Ye Fan squinted a little, and then he smiled, "Xiao Dameizi."

Xiao Huaisu’s white face floated up with a blush, which seemed to be a dark street, the only touch of spring.

"Cold brother, how do you change your face?"

Ye Fan shrugged. "You still don't recognize it? How do you do it?"

Xiao Huaisu drums his mouth and reveals a girl's look. "It is... a familiar feeling."

Ye Fan squatted and chuckled: "The feeling of a woman is really keen."

The two then fell into silence for more than a dozen seconds.

Although Ye Fan’s heart feels a lot of words, he wants to confide, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

In desperation, Ye Fan had no choice but to say: "Xiao Dameizi, I... walked first."

"Oh..." Xiao Huai-su nodded and licked his lips, and he stopped talking.

Ye Fan turned and was about to leave, and the ghosts made a difference.

"you……"

"I……"

What two people want to say at the same time, hit together, and they all collapsed.

Ye Fan laughed at himself. "Do you have anything?"

Xiao Huaisu blushes and shakes his head: "No, I don't know where to go, I will go alone."

"That... walk together?"

"Okay."

Together, they walked on the street.

Ye Fan can hear, Xiao Huai Su heartbeat is a bit fast, in fact, he himself is a bit confused, what he is doing.

If it is his true face, he would never dare to go shopping with Xiao Huansu, or even dare to talk.

However, when I changed my face, when the two men tacitly used the name of the demon **** country, they called the other party... everything seemed to return to the short and impressive three days.

"Cold... Cold brother, you should be very busy, will you delay your cultivation?" Xiao Huaisu asked softly.

Not at all when the dean is a noble figure, it seems to be just a primary school girl who admires the seniors.

When Ye Fan heard this question, he couldn’t help but smile. "I want to practice now, I don’t know how to cultivate..."

“Why?” Xiao Huai Su said: “In this world, there is more than you are good at cultivation? You are the cultivator of the past and the present in countless people.”

Ye Fan’s eyes flashed a touch of frustration, “because I have a feeling now...

If I follow the existing cultivation methods, I will not be able to beat the guy for 10,000 years or even 100,000 years.

So... I don’t know at all, how can I practice?...”

Xiao Huai Su looked at the man in surprise. "How do you know, have you played with that person?"

Ye Fan nodded.

" Lost?"

"Almost died."

Xiao Huai-su was obviously frightened. He directly licked his red lips with one hand. He almost didn’t call it out. A pair of beautiful eyes were extremely worried. After a few minutes, he looked at the man with fear.