"But the third young master ......" Li Tiezhuan said with an embarrassed face: "The old man is old and frail, and he can only make a hundred dolls a day at most, and I am afraid that it will be a little hasty within three days......"

"It's all your business, what does it have to do with Ben Shao, Ben Shao only needs to get the one thousand and eighty wishing dolls you pinched in three days. ”

After saying that, the three young men of the Youjia raised their eyelids lightly, waved their hands, turned their heads and left.

The guard named Shunzi beside him hurriedly stepped forward and bent down and said with a sneer: "Sanshao, let the little one help you get on the horse!"

As a result, when he said this, the third young master's face was a little unhappy, he flicked his sleeves and shook his hand and said: "What? Do you really treat this young man as a weak and unruly son? Do you even have to be supported by someone to help the last horse?

"Yes, yes, yes!" Junko said with a smile as she bent over and stepped back.

The Third Young Master snorted lightly, then walked back to his horse, skillfully turned over and got on the horse, and then he turned his head and said to the guards who came with him, "Let's go!"

Then he whistled a short whistle as soon as he pulled the reins, and the horse neighed up to the sky under his crotch, and galloped wildly, and rushed out first.

Seeing that the Third Young Master ran away alone, the other guards also quickly rode up one by one.

"Alas!"

After the third young master left, Li Tiezhuan sighed in frustration, slowly walked back to his clay figure stall with his waist, put away the things on it and slowly left.

The civilians and vendors on both sides of the street were greatly relieved to see that the third young master had left, and then everyone dispersed and began to go about their own business again.

At this time, Su Fan, who was standing under the big tree on the side, frowned slightly, he saw the turmoil just now clearly from beginning to end, and to be honest, he didn't have a good impression of this third young master who looked exactly like himself.

A typical gentleman, with a stinky and bad temper, he can even see a little shadow of Su Chen, the eldest and youngest of the Su family, from the other party's body, and it can be said that he hates the most type of person.

At this moment, Su Fan suddenly felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet, he glanced around, and all the scenes in his eyes were strangely suspended, and all the pictures seemed to freeze in an instant.

At this time, a little colored light floated through the space, and all the characters and things around Su Fan were scattered like snowflakes, turning into colorful starlight flying around, slowly smearing another completely different scene along a specific trajectory.

"It's ...... Do you want to change the meaning of a painting?" Su Fan's eyes flickered and he said thoughtfully.

Soon, new scenes reappeared.

This seems to be a cliff on a high mountain, surrounded by lush grass and trees, Su Fan slowly looked down along the cliff, and found that the sea of clouds below was churning, and there was a vast fog everywhere, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"What a high mountain!" Su Fan said with emotion.

"I wonder what will happen here?" said Su Fan with some anticipation.

For the memory of this magical painting, Su Fan began to gradually become a little interested.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared on the mountain road next to the cliff, and a young man in a blue robe rushed towards the side of the cliff.

Su Fan raised his eyebrows and found that this person was none other than the Third Young Master in the previous painting.

The same person appeared in both paintings, which made Su Fan can't help but start to guess, could it be that the protagonist of the memory of the painting is this third young master?

"Huh, why is there such a big gap between this Third Young Master and the last time I saw it?"

When the Third Young Master ran to the edge of the cliff, Su Fan noticed a few small details, he remembered that in the previous painting, the Third Young Master was wearing a silver robe, and even the horse under his crotch was a divine horse, and it was not too much to describe him as a horse in fresh clothes.

But now, this third young master is actually wearing a plain robe full of patches, and the whole person is not as radiant as the previous painting, not to mention that his skin is slightly sallow, his spirit is also very sluggish, and his body seems to have lost a lot of weight.

The third young master ran to the edge of the cliff, took a breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and carefully took out a palm-sized small clay figure from his arms.

This clay figure is a little girl wearing a red cotton jacket with her hands folded and her eyes closed and bowing reverently, it can be seen that the level of the person who pinched the clay figure is quite good, and the whole clay figure girl looks vivid, as if she is a real person.

The third young master looked at the little clay figure in his hand, a warm smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and there was a trace of color in his lifeless eyes.

At this moment, there was another sound of footsteps on the side of the mountain road, and the third young master looked happy when he heard the sound, and hurriedly turned his head happily and looked at the mountain road.

Several people slowly walked to the edge of the cliff from the mountain road, and after the third young master saw these people clearly, his expression of surprise instantly froze, and his eyes looked at the pair of young men and women hugging each other in the middle of several people in disbelief.

Not only did the Third Young Master dare to be unbelievable, but Su Fan also dared to be unbelievable at this time, because the girl in that pair of young men and women actually looked exactly like Wu Ling'er and the God of Destruction.

At this time, Su Fan watched the girl and another strange man hugging each other, and somehow a nameless fire in his chest burned violently, and he even wanted to pounce on the man immediately.

Just when Su Fan was staring at the young man with an unhappy heart, there was also movement on the side of the Third Young Master.

"Sister Lingxuan, this ...... What's going on?" said the Third Young Master in a trembling tone.

"As you can see, that's what happened!" the girl named Lingxuan smiled faintly, rubbing her head in the young man's arms.

"It can't be...... Sister Lingxuan, you are lying to me, right, tell me quickly, all this is a joke you made on me!"

"What's impossible about this?" At this time, the young man who hugged the girl said in a mocking tone, "Do you think that you are still the third young master of the dignified and secluded family? You're destined to be an ant for the rest of your life!"

"Yes, Youyan, you have to recognize the reality, you who can't awaken the battle soul can only be a mortal forever, and you are not worthy of me at all, only a genius with a god-level battle soul like Brother Ye Feng is qualified to continue walking hand in hand with me!" Ling Xuan said lightly.

After that, her eyes were full of fiery color when she looked at the young man, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"No! No, Sister Lingxuan, you must be telling a lie, this Nine Cliffs is where we met, know and fall in love, otherwise how would you send someone to ask me to come here!" You Yan exclaimed with red eyes.