Ye Qing walked on an extremely bright road.

There were many people around him, but he didn't look up, and he wasn't in the mood to look.

He just carried the gun behind his back, and walked smoothly like an extremely experienced old horse.

The path he had taken was bright, but it was as dark as a midnight night without moonlight.

Because this is the way to find the Demon Lord.

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The City of Light is located in the east of the Celestial Empire.

The city is not big, but it is extremely magnificent, as early as a few decades ago, the three major sects worked together to defeat the Demon Sect, the bright city has been broken, and there is no more Demon Sect in the world.

The Demon Lord's injuries have not healed, so he no longer lives in the City of Light.

But Ye Qing knew that if he came here today, he would definitely be able to find the Demon Lord.

The city looks as prosperous as it seems, and somewhere where the sun is falling, there are extremely peaceful and warm pictures.

The son went to the doctor behind his father's back.

The guy helped the girl bring flowers.

The rich man went to help the beggar in the corner.

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But all this seems to have nothing to do with Ye Qing.

His feet were on the hardest bluestone in the ground, and the soft soles of his shoes did not make him make a sound, and the people passing by him would look at him from time to time, because his face was so beautiful.

If you have to use the word beautiful to describe a man, then this person is really beautiful.

Ye Qing's body was as straight as a gun behind his back, and then his head was raised and he began to look for someone.

Most of the people who saw him on the street knew he was looking for something, but no one knew what he was looking for.

Some of the girls, with their faces powdered, deliberately walked in front of him, hoping that he would look at them twice.

A guy from an inn greeted him, "Childe, are you here to play in my bright city? ”

Ye Qing just shook his head and said, "I don't live in the store." ”

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Another old woman who bought fat powder came over, "Young man, although my fat powder is not the top fat powder, but it is the most suitable for the skin of the girls, if you have a crush on the girl from that family, you might as well buy one and send it." ”

Ye Qing shook his head again, "I don't buy powder." ”

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The owner of another restaurant came over with great confidence.

"Childe, the ...... of our shop"

Ye Qing just frowned, and then interrupted him unceremoniously in a cold tone, "I don't eat." ”

So everyone could see that the boy was already a little impatient—he was enraged.

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The people on the street were a little curious, and then shook their heads.

Those girls who had tried their best to wipe the fat powder and wanted to come over to see Ye Qing saw this young man's cold attitude, and the admiration in their hearts couldn't help but drop by three points.

But Ye Qing didn't care, because his character was originally so arrogant.

So he doesn't like Luo Ning, because Luo Ning's serious or hippie smiling face is not the same as him.

He walked from early morning to noon on this street, without stopping, tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, he looked at the stalls on the street to buy moon cakes, his eyes were full of profundity.

People don't even know what he's going to do.

Some of the girls who had secretly followed him behind had already begun to leave, thinking that although this person was good-looking, there was something wrong with his brain.

Ye Qing walked to the market.

There are many meat sellers and many grocery buyers.

Most of the people who come here are some old aunts or old men.

It's hard for anyone to think that a boy who looks so beautiful and glamorous would come here.

A butcher who sells meat doesn't know what to do, but just shouts, "Freshly killed mutton, it's not fresh and doesn't need money......

Ye Qing walked past him, he stretched out his hand to stop Ye Qing, and suddenly asked, "Son, come two catties of meat, go back and wrap moon cakes to eat." ”

Ye Qing looked at the hand with a smell of flesh, his eyes did not take his eyes away, and he couldn't see joy or anger. The girls who followed him thought that the boy had been caught by an oily hand, that he was about to have a seizure, and secretly laughed at the butcher's blindness.

But what he didn't expect was that Ye Qing was not angry at all.

He just said very calmly, "I don't buy meat. ”

The butcher knew that he had done something wrong, and hurriedly withdrew his greasy hand, lowered his head, and began to shout.

Ye Qing's calm face finally showed a hint of joy at this time.

Because this butcher should be very similar to the man he was looking for.

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On the left side of the street, sits a middle-aged man who buys firewood.

The middle-aged man already had white hair on his sideburns, and there was a flat pole in front of him, but what was strange was that there were only three firewood on this pole, and at the other end of the pole, there was a firewood knife.

He lay there reclining, his straw hat buttoned up to his face, as if he had fallen asleep.

A fat butler with a shiny face walked over and threw a string of money at his straw hat.

"My lord invited someone to dinner today, there is really no firewood in the city, I see that you have too little firewood, you go to the mountains to chop some back, this string of money is for you." ”

The middle-aged man didn't move, as if he was dead.

The butler worked hard, walked over and kicked the middle-aged man, "Talk to you." ”

The middle-aged man's body shook a little, but it didn't move.

The butler kicked again.

Kicked the straw hat off his head.

Then the extremely ordinary face inside was revealed, as if it had been eroded by many years, and this face was a little vicissitudes at this time.

But it still looks ordinary.

The middle-aged man was dazzled by the sunlight and looked up to see the fat butler.

He buttoned his straw hat back up.

Then he said lightly, "I don't sell this firewood." ”

The housekeeper scolded angrily, "It's true that the poorer the person, the less ambitious he is, the uncle gave you the way to get rich, but you fell by yourself." ”

He spat at the ground, then picked up the string of money and walked away with a curse.

The middle-aged man didn't fall asleep again this time, his voice through the straw hat came far away, and then fell into Ye Qing's ears.

"Young man, do you want to sell firewood?"

The women who followed Ye Qing heard this voice, they just thought it was funny, and said in their hearts that this middle-aged man didn't open his eyes, and they didn't look at Ye Qing's temperament and appearance, how could this kind of person come to the market to sell firewood?

But they didn't expect Ye Qing to be stunned suddenly, he looked up at the middle-aged man, and then walked in front of the middle-aged man.

He looked at the only three firewoods, then suddenly looked up and said, "Yes, I sell firewood." ”

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