For a while, everyone on the street was stunned, and many people were shocked and unbelievable, especially some of the aborigines of Zuolin Mansion, because Chen Qiuyao's father was the emperor here, and because a woman in his family was the favorite concubine of the king of Zedang Kingdom, so even if the people of his family repeatedly committed crimes near the feet of the Son of Heaven, they could always turn big things into small things, and those from other places who accidentally offended his family would be tortured very badly.

The tough guy actually killed the son of the soil emperor today, and some people were happy in their hearts, but many of them took a little care for the tough guy.

"You're dead!"

A dogleg struggling shouted at the tough guy.

"Whew-

Suddenly, his body softened again, and the tough guy only flicked his fingers, and a wisp of fighting spirit made the person shut up.

Then, without looking at the people, the tough guy strode towards a street corner.

No one dared to stop him, but some well-meaning people didn't dare to advise the tough guy to leave here quickly, because if they were seen by the people of the Chen family, as long as the tough guy left, they would definitely suffer.

After the tough guy left, Mengmeng hesitated on the side of the street for a while, as if there was an inexplicable melancholy mood in his heart, as if... It's like I'm afraid that I'll never see a person again, and I won't be able to smell the nice masculine smell of a person again, ah! How so? How so? How so? Even when he was separated from Huang Yanli, Li Tingzong, and Chen Chong at that time, he didn't have this kind of secretly irresistible concern? What's going on with this tough guy, and does he still have any heart magic? Did he secretly cast some kind of mysterious magic on himself? But I don't know him at all! Although he and he inadvertently rubbed shoulders in that restaurant, perhaps since that moment he may have ignored himself, or even completely forgotten that the years are so long, and he is often in the flow of people, how many people in this world have passed by him? It's just too many to count.

In the blink of an eye, the figure of the tough guy had disappeared from that street corner. However, the street, which seemed to be a little quiet for a while, seemed to have a kind of depression about to come.

Something really is going to happen to this place!

Some sophisticated people sighed in their hearts, so some people's shop doors were closed even tighter, for fear of being harmed by the pond fish or something.

Mengmengren is still stupid in the same place, and he doesn't know where to go? It's just that one of ...... pops up out of nowhere. Reckless hero, why was his original inner peace beaten to pieces?

"What's wrong with the little girl's nymphomaniac? Walk! ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded in Mengmeng's heart, and she suddenly felt a thunderbolt tremor from a sunny day.

Yes! Dream Demon Grandpa... Is that you? Is it really you? You're finally back!

Mengmeng's heart was trembling and beating in an instant, and the whole person's expression instantly looked like a mentally ill criminal.

"Oh! Grandpa Dream Demon, where can you really bear to run for so long......

"Little girl, grandpa's soul struggled in that spatial turbulence for a long time before it was able to re-enter the continent of Artis......

All right! I don't understand your spatial turbulence right now, but it's just... Why do you suddenly say I'm some nymphomaniac? Am I a nymphomaniac with that rude guy from earlier? Did you make a mistake? Don't you know that most girls like those handsome little white faces?

Mengmeng felt a certain disapproval in her heart for a while.