For many people in the bustling metropolis of City B, nightfall is not just the end of the day, maybe everything is just the beginning.

The neon-lit night market is bustling with people selling stalls selling all kinds of delicious food.

The aunts dancing in the square are full of energy, and the children are giggling and laughing.

Young couples hugging each other, eating snacks and having happy faces. Office workers who get off work also come to buy a snack to relieve the fatigue and fatigue of the day's work.

Walking through the lively crowd and witnessing the bustling night market, a young man wearing a black coat with a cold face couldn't help but feel a lot of feelings in his heart.

I haven't seen anything like this in years.

Passing by a barbecue restaurant and smelling the smoky smell of barbecue in the air, he stopped.

Looking at the sizzling skewers on the grill, the whispered conversations in the shop, the chattering and laughing customers, and the empty beer bottles scattered around, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't eaten a skewer in years.

After Marshal Ma, who helped Huaguo Mountain, digest the medicinal power of the Nine Turns Golden Pill and make him a Golden Immortal, Yang Xuan saw that Huaguo Mountain had a Golden Immortal in charge, so he was much more relieved, and after telling Marshal Ma a few words, he started a new round of travel through the world, and once again descended to the familiar and unfamiliar world of covering the sky.

Yang Xuan was lucky that this time he came directly to the earth.

The earth that covers the world was originally a cultivation holy land with a rich aura and endless strong people, and it did not lose half a point to the burial emperor.

The corpses of several emperors have become powerful quasi-emperors here, including characters like the Void Emperor and the Hengyu Emperor!

But at this time, there are still a few months before the official plot, and the earth has entered the era of the end of the law, although there are still some cultivation sects, but the cultivation is generally not high, and the strongest one is only the king of the Dao.

But Yang Xuan doesn't care, this point in time is exactly the most in line with his psychological expectations.

Taking advantage of the fact that there is still some time left in the plot of the coffin in Kowloon, I happened to go to Kunlun Mountain for a trip and experience the ordinary life in the world by the way.

Walking into the barbecue restaurant, Yang Xuan asked for two bottles of beer, two snacks and more than a dozen skewers of barbecue, so he found a quiet seat and sat down.

Putting down the wooden skewers, Yang Xuan drank all the beer in the cup in one go, and a cup of beer went down.

Feeling the bitterness of the beer, a hint of a smile covered the corners of his mouth. The familiar taste of cold and spicy in his mouth made Yang Xuan seem to return to his previous life in a trance.

In my previous life, I often masturbated at the barbecue stall like this when I was an adult, but it was just ......

Poured a glass of beer again, looking at the foam that overflowed the rim of the glass, Yang Xuan sighed silently in his heart,

"This is not my hometown in my previous life."

When he first arrived on Earth, Yang Xuan looked at this scene that he had not seen for more than two hundred years, and released his divine thoughts into a small city in southwest China, but he did not find anyone worthy of his memory, not even the community where he lived before he crossed over.

"Just a similar flower."

Raising his head and drinking the beer in the cup, Yang Xuan showed a trace of helplessness on his face.

He had also fantasized that he was a native of Shatian, and it was not until he had searched the town several times that he had to accept this harsh reality.

"Ye Fan, I heard that the grilled fish in this barbecue restaurant is good, so I'll take you to try it today."

A magnetic voice sounded slowly, and the two figures sat down on the table in front of Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan glanced at it casually and found a fashionably dressed beautiful woman who was affectionately holding the arm of a young man in white, who seemed to be a couple.

"Hmm"

The moment Yang Xuan saw the young man's appearance clearly, he lost his mind slightly.

A young man who is talking and laughing with his girlfriend, who looks like him and his own hair, is simply carved out of a mold.

If he hadn't known the plot for a long time, Yang Xuan would have thought that it was Ye Feng's reincarnation.

"I found you," Yang Xuan picked up a skewer of roasted leeks and took a bite, his eyes revealing a strange color.

"Ye Fan, Emperor Ye Tian!"

The man who created the Heavenly Court, suppressed the primeval creatures, pacified the six forbidden areas of life, entered the immortal realm, and helped Shi Hao get out of danger several times in the long river of time, Yang Xuan was like thunder before he crossed over.

However, the current Ye Fan is just an ordinary person among all living beings on the earth, and he can drive a Mercedes-Benz within a few years of graduating from college, which can be regarded as a successful career.

The woman next to him should be his second girlfriend - Xu Qiong. A very virtuous woman, also very kind. After Ye Fan left, he has been taking care of Ye Fan's parents and sending the two old people to old age, which is very rare. Her feelings for Ye Fan are real, and from the fact that she named her daughter Xu Ye, you can see the weight of Ye Fan in her heart.

"If you weren't that similar flower, you should be able to live a plain and happy life." Looking at the couple in front of him who sprinkled dog food, Yang Xuan drank the last sip of beer, took out a piece of Grandpa Mao from his pocket and put it on the table, got up and shouted "checkout", and then strode towards the outside of the store.

Ye Fan, who was talking to Xu Qiong about his college past, suddenly raised his head and looked at the back that disappeared at the door of the store, stunned.

"Ye Fan, what's wrong?" Xu Qiong pulled Ye Fan's arm and asked softly.

"No, nothing." Ye Fan, who came back to his senses, shook his head, and a gentle smile appeared on his delicate face.

He secretly felt that that person was by no means an ordinary person.

"Whew! Call! Call! ”

In Kunlun Mountain, China, the wind is howling, and an archaeological team of more than a dozen people is rushing away with a bow in the face of the strong wind.

"Professor! How far do we have to go to get to our destination! The sand here is so bad that it's getting dark, and it's hard to find the right way! ”

An extremely thick young man supported an old man, looked at the boundless foothills, and shouted, "Can you still hold up your physical strength?" ”

The wind and sand here are howling too much, and it is extremely difficult to hear even if you speak at close range.

"Can't stop! We're going to get to our destination before dark! There is a ramp in front to keep the wind out! The old man was not afraid at all, and he also roared against the wind, with a firm belief that was completely different from those who sold their fame.

After arriving at the slope, the members of the archaeological team breathed a long sigh of relief, and sat on the ground one by one, panting tiredly.

"It's good to walk this part of the road, there are woods in front, and the wind and sand will be smaller." The old professor who led the team said resting.

"Okay, that's it!"

"I don't know what's going on today, I can't get a single signal, and a lot of instruments are out of order."

A young man took out the instrument, slapped it, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's too cold in this place, the wind and sand are everywhere, and there have been many accidents before." Someone sighed lightly, picked up his binoculars and wiped them, ready to discern the direction and find the route.

Suddenly, his face turned a little weird.

"Professor, there seems to be a figure over there?"

"Huh, the figure?" The old professor subconsciously raised his head, how could there be people in such a place?

"How is that possible!?"

Raising the telescope to look at it, the old professor suddenly stood up from the ground with a thud, and his hands holding the telescope trembled slightly.

In the telescope, on the top of the distant mountain, a white dress flutters, fluttering in the wind, like an immortal, mysterious.

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