Chapter 642: Déjà vu 4

Huangfu Qingtian raised his eyebrows, Wan'er, holding his hands in his arms, leisurely. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Don't regret it!" With a threatening word, the three of them turned and flashed back under the roots.

After Chi Ling'er saw the three of them disappear, she turned her gaze back and told Huangfu Qingtian: "Be careful. ”

"Leave me alone, you find a hidden place to hide." Huangfu Qingtian can be described as a thousand advices, ten thousand instructions, I am afraid that something is not thoughtful and will affect Chi Ling'er.

Chi Ling'er didn't want to leave him alone to face the danger, but after thinking about it, he was distracted by being here. Besides, even those shrimp soldiers and crab generals just now really couldn't help him.

Thinking so, Chi Ling'er didn't refute, and found a small mound to hide behind him, planning to come out to help him if necessary.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she dodged over, Chi Ling'er saw a familiar figure floating in front of her. Before she could think about it, she flew away and chased after her all the way to the downtown area.

The location of the annex is remote, and the environment is also very harsh, which can be described as sparsely populated.

The closest city to the courtyard is Jiyang City.

Jiyang City?

Chi Ling'er remembered that this was Yuerong and Zihan's hometown. I heard the two of them say that Jiyang City has been plagued by disasters for many years, and the people are struggling to make a living, and many people whose ancestors live here have moved their families to other cities.

No wonder, although it is in the city, it is not prosperous, and it is not as lively as the capital and the richness of the city.

The small Jiyang City, scattered wine shops and teahouses, and some rice villages or something, as for the rouge gouache used by women, the brocade cloth village or something is pitiful.

In the dilapidated and dilapidated streets and alleys, it is rare to see a few figures, and you can see far away at a glance.

"It's strange, I obviously saw it coming this way just now, why did I suddenly disappear?" Chi Ling'er couldn't help muttering.

Next to it was a tea house, and the short and fat proprietress in her forties walked out of it with a handkerchief and greeted Chi Ling'er enthusiastically: "Girl, come in and have a cup of tea." ”

Chi Ling'er looked at the amorous proprietress who was dressed up in fancy clothes, which was more beautiful than the rest of the shops on the street. Also, this season Yangcheng has been in drought for a long time, and it has not rained for more than half a year recently, and the water shortage is severe. If a thirsty passerby wants to beg for a glass of water, it is more difficult than climbing to the sky.

It is conceivable that in this city, the business of the tea house must be more prosperous than other businesses. Therefore, the proprietress in front of her will make a fortune by making a fortune, and she will definitely be more beautiful than others.

"There is a shortage of water in the city, how can the proprietress have water to make tea?" Chi Ling'er asked curiously.

The proprietress was secretive and prevaricated with a joke: "If I can do this business, I will naturally be able to find a clean water source." When the girl asks this, I have to suspect that you are trying to rob me of my job. ”

"The hostess is really good at laughing. I'm just curious. People like me, even if they can find a water source, don't have the business mind. Well, give me a cup of Longjing. With that, Chi Ling'er walked straight in.

Anyway, if you lose it with others, it will be in vain to chase it again, so it is better to change from passive to active. In her mind, since the person before could flash in front of her eyes, he intended to lure her to the city. If his expectations are correct, that person will definitely take the initiative to show up.

There was only one guest in the tea house, and there were five tables in total, four of which were empty. The guest had his back to Chi Ling'er, sitting upright, his waist straight, his feet on the ground and steady, and he was a practitioner.