Chapter 621 (1/2)

It has long been said that there is a great big man in Qingcheng.

In less than half a day, people in Qingcheng knew that the people who came to Qingcheng were not only unable to provoke, but also talented and beautiful. They were rare immortal figures in a hundred years.

Chu Zhi didn't hide his face when he went out with Han Zhan.

First, when they came to Qingcheng, everyone saw it. There was no need to make a mystery; Second, since King Xiaoyao could send envoys to pick them up, he naturally took protective measures and there would be no accident.

Therefore, when a group of people took to the street, the pedestrians on the street looked and hurriedly avoided it.

As Lu Lingyu said, although it snowed, the number of people in the street increased instead of decreased.

It was gray every day, and the field of vision was not very clear. In addition, they had a great voice. Chu Zhi felt boring after turning twice.

Seeing Chu Zhi's lack of interest, Han Zhan moved in his heart: ”why don't you let them all disperse and let's walk in private?”

Lu Lingyu in the back hurriedly said, ”this can't be used. What can I do in case something happens? Don't you want my life! I haven't lived enough and don't want to die so early.”

Then he looked at Han Zhan pitifully.

To tell the truth, an old man made this expression, which made people goose bumps all over the floor.

”If you don't want to die, we want to die?”

”No, no, no, you misunderstood me. I mean -”

”Isn't there you!” Han Zhan interrupted Lu Lingyu. ”Don't grind Ji. If you don't want to go, go back with them!”

Looking at the back of Han Zhan and Chu Zhi, Lu Lingyu stamped his feet angrily.

This is nonsense!

In fact, nothing can happen, but Lu Lingyu is timid. What if something happens?

But Han Zhan insisted, and Lu Lingyu could only agree to keep up.

At this time, a young man in gray linen clothes on the street said to a childe in smoke blue.

”Son Shen Bi, what can I do for you?”

Shen Bi takes back his sight. The young man has beautiful faces and eyes, clean and refreshing, just like a landscape painting.

Instead of answering the question, he said to the boy, ”when will Forsythia arrive?”

The tone was calm and cold.

It's not deliberately cold, but like the ice on the snow mountain, which is naturally cold from the bones.

”Mr. Forsythia said that he had more than a month to go to Qingcheng. Calculate the time. I'm afraid it will be years later.”

Seeing that childe Shen bi was looking at the direction of the two dignitaries leaving, the young man tentatively asked, ”childe?”

Shen Bi said, ”just now, it's the two noble people in Qingcheng today.”

A positive tone.

”Naturally, childe, good eyesight.”

As soon as the words were spoken, the young man suddenly recovered, and his face turned white with fear.

”Young master, forgive me. I didn't mean to be small.” he said and knelt down to beg for mercy.

As a result, an invisible force held his knees. No matter how he did, he couldn't kneel down and landed in the air in a strange posture.

Just listen to Shen Bi: ”it doesn't hurt.”

As soon as the voice fell, the boy straightened up by the force.