Ye Quan was very angry, so angry that he seemed to have gone to his senses, and the big hands were even more unceremoniously grabbed towards the woman who was close at hand, it was so fast, so beyond Dongfang Wanqing's expectations.

Until that soft feeling, along the palms of both hands, hit his heart, Ye Quan's face was intoxicated for a while, this feeling was so good, even good, that it instantly dispelled the anger in his heart.

But all of this is no longer important, the important thing is that the terrible cry seems to alarm all the people around, of course, this is also unimportant, the important thing is that Dongfang Wanqing, who was originally unreasonable, no longer needs to use that unreasonable posture to conquer Ye Quan at this time, because she is already angry, completely angry.

And the result of anger was only one, a furious fist, which rained down on Ye Quan's slightly fat face

Pig! This is the most appropriate image that everyone who sees Ye Quan only thinks of.

Ye Quan wanted to cry without tears, and even when a man's body fell to the ground and moaned weakly, Ye Quan's heart still thought of the tenderness that suddenly struck.

Even when Dongfang Wanqing, who vented the anger in his heart and stomped away with a ruddy face, he actually heard the intoxicating moan.

"It's so soft!"

The voice was very soft, because Ye Quan had long lost his strength at this time, but in such a soft voice, it was like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, exploding in Dongfang Wanqing's ears, and then the fire that had just been suppressed was steaming again, but at this time, Ye Quan's side was already surrounded by people, surrounded by young boys and girls with strange faces.

Including Murong Longcheng, including his own sister.

They all opened their mouths wide and looked at themselves strangely.

"What do you see? Haven't seen this girl go crazy? Dongfang Wanqing was very angry, but she didn't know how to vent, so she could only stomp her feet vigorously and turned away like a storm.

"What's going on?" Looking at the departing sister, Dongfang Wanrong, was very puzzled, but then looked at Ye Quan, who was lying on the ground with a pig's head on his face, and said with a compassionate face: "Poor little Yezi! ”

"Yes! Little leaves are really pitiful! A voice echoed, only Murong Longcheng, who was squatting beside Ye Quan, seemed to be aware of it, and his white face was even colder than ever.

"Shizi! Ahead is the Deserted City, and when we get there, we can have a good rest! "After days of running, although Night Thirteen is not tired, he doesn't want to go on like this.

"It's time for a good rest!" Looking at the looming ancient city not far ahead, Ye Feng smiled, there were a lot of crystal nuclei on his body, and it was time to find a place to deal with them and exchange them for some money!

It's not that Ye Feng doesn't want to open his mouth, but from the moment he remembers, Ye Feng knows that everything can only rely on himself, so even if Xiaoyao Hou is very good to him, Ye Feng has never opened his mouth to Xiaoyao Hou.

Because Ye Feng believes that he doesn't need to rely on anyone.

This is also where Night Thirteen is satisfied with this son, an independent and assertive son, who is willing to serve everyone who is a slave, not to mention that this is still a sentient son.

The gate of the deserted city is wide, and the city wall is made of black boulders, this is an ancient city, and there is a vicissitudes in the ancient, which is the breath of the precipitation of the years.

Ye Feng exclaimed, after all, it took a long time for an ancient city to be able to convey such vicissitudes, and it would not be easy to be able to preserve it well in such a long time.

"It seems that the inventory here is also strict?"

In the distance, at the city gate, sergeants in heavy armor were facing the pedestrians who were coming in and out.

"It's just a routine!" For this kind of investigation, Ye Thirteen disagreed, because the sergeants at the gate of the city were just ordinary sergeants, and now the biggest threat to the Great Zhou Dynasty was not ordinary people, but those monks with strong cultivation, so this kind of inventory was a routine in Ye Thirteen's opinion.

"Let's go! Let's go into town! Ye Feng smiled, noncommittal, urging the white tiger under his crotch to walk towards the wide city gate.

"Stop!" Looking at Ye Feng who was riding on the white tiger, Chang Ge in the hands of the sergeant in heavy armor leaned out and blocked Ye Feng's way.

"What's wrong?" Ye Feng was stunned, he didn't think there was anything wrong with him?

"The city lord has an order, and all passers-by must be interrogated!" It seems that because he often faces monks, the monk in heavy armor does not have the slightest fear in the face of the white tiger under Ye Feng's crotch.

"Did something happen?" Ye Feng was puzzled, it was obvious that the investigation here was not because of the previous Holy Emperor's wrath.

According to the city lord, there are foreign demons who have mixed into my Great Zhou Divine Dynasty, so the city lord strictly ordered us to strictly investigate every passerby.

"It's up to you?" Ye Feng was stunned, although he didn't know what extraterritorial demons were, but even if there were extraterritorial demons, he could tell them apart by two ordinary sergeants like this?

"We have a portrait of an extraterritorial demon in our hands!" The sergeant's next words made Ye Feng stunned.

However, what happened next surprised Ye Feng even more, because the sergeant standing on the side had already taken out a scroll, and on the scroll that was slowly opening, a familiar avatar appeared in Ye Feng's eyes.

"That's him!" Looking at the portrait on the scroll, the sergeant holding Chang Ge yelled, and the Chang Ge in his hand pointed at Ye Feng with a surprised face in an instant, and then the sound of Jia Ye came from the city gate, where one by one the stubborn sergeants poured over like a tide.

"Who is it?" Ye Feng is not a fool, his first reaction is that someone is dealing with him, but he has just left the border wilderness, and there are not many people he knows, so who will it be?

"Shizi! Get out of here as soon as possible! "Who is Night Thirteen, he belongs to the Shadow Guard, what kind of things have not been seen, almost immediately understood the reason, it is obvious that someone does not want Ye Feng to return to the imperial capital.

"Let's go!" Ye Feng is not the kind of person who wastes his lips and tongues, he roared loudly, and the white tiger under his crotch flew away into the distance like a white light.

"Where to go?" The leader was a man clad in silver armor, and the long sword in his hand swung like a bolt of lightning towards the white light that flew away.

"Look for death!" Ye Feng was furious, the blood light on his body surged, and the blood-colored war spear broke through the air, blasting out towards the thunderbolt-like electric light.

Burst! This was just an ordinary leader with a mid-stage cultivation in the Blood Refining Realm, how could he possibly resist Ye Feng's angry attack, which pierced his body almost immediately.

"Shizi!" Night Thirteen was shocked, and naturally understood what such a result meant.