"Old thing, tell me quickly, how can I get out of this place!" Su Fan's cold face was full of stinky expressions.

"That's how you usually talk to your elders?" the mysterious voice said in a dissatisfied tone after hearing the silence for a while.

"In my eyes, everyone is the same, there is no distinction between elders and juniors!" Su Fan said honestly.

This is the truth, since he came into this world, he has been like a thorn in his own way, except for the people he really cares about, the rest of the people catch whoever stabs whom, and those who do not accept it are all knocked down, and those who cannot be defeated are ignored.

All kinds of human rational dogmas basically don't work here for Su Fan, because taking his own birth as an example, the androids in the technological world have grown up in glassware on nutrient solution since their birth.

If it weren't for the God of Destruction who fished him out of the nutrient tank, he probably wouldn't even have a scum like the tech world now.

To a certain extent, Su Fan has lacked love since he was a child, has no relatives and no friends, and has various emotional deficiencies, which directly creates his character to be cold and ruthless to ordinary people, and it is almost impossible to integrate with ordinary people.

Although he has worked hard to enter the life of a normal person during this time, his innate personality cannot be changed, and he will return to his original state when he encounters some stimulus.

"I can't believe that your personality is like this...... Looking at it this way, I'm a little relieved......" Surprisingly, the mysterious voice did not blame Su Fan, but said as if relieved: "Young man, it's actually very simple if you want to go out, you just need to look at the memory of these paintings once!"

"The memory of the painting?" Su Fan raised his eyebrows and asked a little curiously, "What do you think?"

"Don't worry, I'll show you around!" the mysterious voice chuckled.

In the next second, the mist suddenly spread out to the surroundings, and a little colorful starlight floated out of the mist, gradually smearing the black space around Su Fan into a real scene.

When the entire space was lit up, Su Fan found that he was in a bustling small city, and he was standing in the middle of a block, surrounded by a steady stream of people coming and going.

Su Fan looked at the bright sun in the sky, and had an illusion as if he was in another world, is this really the memory of the painting, why is the surrounding environment so realistic, he can even hear the voice of everyone who passes by him clearly.

"What kind of place is this?"

Su Fan reached out and patted a man who had just passed him on the shoulder.

But he didn't want to, his hand actually penetrated the man's shoulder directly and touched the air.

Well!?

Su Fan's expression froze, he couldn't even touch this person, could it be that all this was fake?

So he tried a few more people, and found that he really couldn't touch them, and he noticed that the world seemed to be blocked by something other than this street, and even these people came and went as if they appeared out of thin air.

Over here...... It's really just a false world!

Su Fan walked around this street for a while and didn't see anything different, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart, could it be that he was tricked by that mysterious voice?

At this moment, there was a sudden earth-shaking sound of horses' hooves on the street in front of him, Su Fan looked up, and saw more than a dozen young men riding horses galloping towards this side.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way if you want to live, if you accidentally startle the third young master of the Youjia family, Wu Xuecong will cut off your head, and you can't afford to pay for it!"

Among the dozen or so young men, several men dressed as guards stood guard, running and whipping away civilians as they passed by.

The civilian shopkeepers on both sides of the street retreated to the corners, each with a look of awe and displeasure on their faces.

"Dogs fight people...... thing," Su Fan, who was standing under a big tree on the side of the street, said in a disdainful tone.

The dozen or so young men rode to a small stall not far from Su Fan and grabbed the reins, and a young man in a silver-white coat rolled off one of the black horses and walked towards the stall.

That small stall was run by an old man who pinched clay, and when he saw the young man coming over, he immediately greeted him with a nervous face: "The old man Li Tiezhuan has seen the third young master!"

Well!?

Su Fan, who was secretly observing, was taken aback, the third young master was protected by a group of people before, and he didn't look at the other party's appearance carefully.

Now that the Third Young Master got off his horse and walked out of these people, he saw the other party's face at a glance.

The young man in front of him has long lips and white teeth, picturesque willow eyebrows, exquisite facial features, and eyes like stars, like a beautiful girl!

Su Fan twitched, he really wanted to catch the owner of the mysterious voice and beat him up!

What kind of painting is this memory, it's obviously a prank!

Otherwise, why is this Third Young Master of Youyou exactly the same as his Su Fanchang, how can there be such a coincidental thing in the world, and this world is more inclined to the martial arts world, and the possibility of artificial people is not valid at all!

Just when Su Fan was thinking nonsense, the third young master swaggered up to the clay figure master named Li Tiezhuan, and said with his head half-held high and his nostrils facing the sky: "I heard that Sister Lingxuan likes you very much...... You pinched ......"

Speaking of this, the third young master was stunned, scratched his ears and cheeks and thought for a while, but he didn't think of the next words, so he beckoned to a guard on horseback behind him and asked, "Junzi, what does Sister Lingxuan like him to pinch?"

The guard who was named by him hurriedly jumped off his horse and walked in front of the third young master, half-bent down and said respectfully: "Qiyu third young man, it is rumored that Miss Wu likes the wishing doll he pinched!"

"Yes, yes, that's it!" The third young master's eyes lit up, and he patted the guard's shoulder with a smile on his face, and said in an excited tone: "Oh, Junzi, you have done Young Master Ben a great favor, I will reward you when I go back!"

"Thank you three less, thank you three less!"

The smiling eyes of the guard named Junko were frozen.

Then, the Third Young Master turned his head to look at Li Tiezhuan, and said directly: "I said old man, how many kind of wishing dolls will you pinch?"

"This wishing doll...... The old man can pinch a total of one hundred and eight kinds of ......"

Li Tiezhuan was a little old, and a cold sweat broke out on his head after bending over for a long time.

"Okay, give Ben Shao ten of each kind, and you can hand it over to the You family within three days!" Speaking of this, the third young master of You said in a gloomy tone: "If you can't hand it over on time, Ben Shao will not only tear up your mess, but also drive you out of this Yellow Spring City! Old man! Do you understand!?"