The night of Chisawa City is getting deeper, but the hustle and bustle has not faded.

Ye Jibai shuttled through the flow of people and walked very fast.

Meng Qinghe trotted all the way to follow.

Ye Jibai is such a big person, can he still lose it?

What Meng Qinghe was afraid of was that he was drunk and went crazy.

Blame her for tonight's incident, why did she leave Ye Jibai behind?

Ye Jibai went up to the small bridge, there were tricks at the bridge, people were next to each other, and it was very crowded.

Meng Qinghe was quickly squeezed out of the crowd and almost plunged into the river from the bridge railing.

Shocking exclamations, cheers, laughter...... It seemed that Meng Qinghe was shrouded in a cramped cage, no matter how she shouted, she couldn't get a response from Ye Jibai.

After Ye Jibai came out of the cyclamen tavern, he never looked back.

Meng Qinghe saw him disappear into the crowd, and his heart was inexplicably empty, and he was a little sad.

It turns out that the feeling of being left behind...... It's really uncomfortable.

finally squeezed out the crowd to watch the excitement, and Ye Jibai could no longer be found.

Meng Qinghe was depressed and didn't bother to look for it anymore.

Such a big person, she really wants to go crazy with alcohol, and it is not her face that she will lose.

As for the face of the Yunshan faction, if you lose it today, you will lose it at the star picking conference the day after tomorrow, what is the difference?

Meng Qinghe also wanted to thank Ye Jibai for accompanying her to throw it away.

Thinking about this stubble, Meng Qinghe was in a much better mood, and turned around to go to the bridge to watch the juggling.

It was nothing more than some top bowls, swallowing knives, spitting fire, stacking arhats, playing wine jars, etc., Meng Qinghe shouted a few times with the crowd, and felt bored.

There were too many people on the bridge, and Meng Qinghe walked along the river for a while, intending to bypass another bridge.

It's a little boring to wander around the street alone, so it's better to go back and wash and sleep early.

The upper reaches of the river are much more secluded, and there are stalls at the bridgehead, but there are not many people who come and go.

But among these few people, Meng Qinghe saw Ye Jibai's figure.

Coincidental or not, you say?

Ye Jibai sat at a simple wooden table, and the wine jar was placed on the table, which had not yet been opened.

It's a storytelling stall, and the scrawny storyteller is holding a mustache in one hand and a waking wood in the other, and his mouth is like a river, and his spit is flying.

It's about the story of the fairy world a long time ago.

"It is said that Yunshan sent Elder Meng to sacrifice the ancient divine soldier to drive the thunder sword, pinch the trick and recite the mantra, in an instant, the thunder is rolling, the electric light shuttles through the thick clouds, and he comes to the front of him in the blink of an eye, only to hear a shout, the thunder sword rises in the air, and the thunder and lightning are poured into it.

- Kill!

Elder Meng floated on top of the immortal mountain, and when he pointed forward, the thunder sword swept towards the fallen immortals as if it had eyes.

Wherever the thunder sword passed, the thunder was deafening, and the lightning was like a knife, slashing those fallen immortals into defeat and retreat, without the power to parry......"

Fallen immortals refer to immortal families who have violated the rules of heaven and have been relegated to the mortal world, and there are also immortal families who are willing to degenerate into ordinary people.

I heard that Elder Meng of the Yunshan Sect invited himself into the mortal world.

And those who often voluntarily fall into immortals are mostly related to love.

This is all an old thing, and at this moment, I still have a sense of immersion when I hear the storyteller tell it.

Ye Jibai listened attentively, Meng Qinghe didn't know that he was okay, and quietly walked to the stool beside him and sat down.

A boy in a shabby robe came over and saluted Meng Qinghe and poured her a cup of tea.

This kind of small stall also relies on collecting some tea money to make a living.

Meng Qinghe didn't bring any money when she went out, she pointed to Ye Jibai on the side, "Let's count it together." ”

Ye Jibai finally glanced at Meng Qinghe, and although he didn't speak, he didn't drive her away.

Meng Qinghe flattered and said: "I didn't expect that our Yunshan faction would have such a powerful character. ”

"Didn't you go through all the ancient books and files of the Yunshan Sect several times, why don't you even know this?"

"Uh......" Meng Qinghe was speechless, she shouldn't have spoken.

"You can lose it with everyone, don't you go out with your brain?"

Meng Qinghe knew that although Ye Jibai didn't look back, he knew that he was following behind, so he was still walking fast?

"If you lose it, you won't look for it, in that case, why did you follow it in the first place?"

The more Ye Jibai spoke, the more excited he became, and his voice was raised a lot.

It seems that it is really holding its breath.

Meng Qinghe shrunk his neck, listening to his analysis, he seemed to have caused him a second injury?

How do you look like an angry little daughter-in-law?

Can...... If Ye Jibai waits for her and looks back at her, can she lose it?

However, could it be that Ye Jibai was not listening to the book, but waiting for her here?

Okay, I have to coax again.

Meng Qinghe gently touched the back of Ye Jibai's hand on the wooden table, "Don't be angry, from now on, I will definitely follow you well, I promise not to lose it, and if I lose it, I will find you back." ”

Ye Jibai ignored her with a calm face.

Xingmu patted, "The change of dynasties, the rise and fall of the country, in the dark, has its own arrangements; The sea of misty dust, the ups and downs of all beings, birth, old age, sickness and death, there is a fixed number. ”

Meng Qinghe also saw this passage in the file of the Yunshan faction, and it is said that Elder Meng was asleep, and the Emperor of Heaven ordered his words.

Meng Qinghe asked Ye Jibai: "Do you believe in your fate?" ”

Ye Jibai's fingers curled slightly, "What about believing it, what about not believing it?" ”

"If you believe, you will live more freely, and if you don't believe, you will inevitably ask for trouble."

"Looks like you're a believer."

"Are you saying I'm free-spirited?"

"I mean you're stupid."

can still joke, which means that Ye Jibai is not so angry.

Meng Qinghe made inches, stared at the wine jar on the table, and swallowed his saliva: "This wine ......"

Ye Jibai threw a few copper plates on the table, lifted the wine jar, got up and left.

Tsk, stingy.

Meng Qinghe pursed his lips and chased after him.

The storyteller finally looked forward to the two listeners, and seeing that these two people were leaving, he got up from the chair and patted the waking wood and shouted: "Two guest officers, please stay, the old man still has a lot of stories here, and the next thing is going to talk about the demon world, hey, hey...... Don't go......"

I don't know if Ye Jibai walked slowly, or Meng Qinghe followed closely, the street lamps were hazy, and the long shadows on the ground were very close.

Ye Jibai did not go to the Wanli Inn, but went outside the city.

At this point, the gate of Qianze City had long been closed, and Ye Jibai walked under a hidden city wall and looked up at the night sky above the high wall.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and tomorrow should be a good day.

Meng Qinghe vaguely guessed what Ye Jibai was going to do, and quickly grabbed his arm, "You want to climb over the wall?" ”

He couldn't have come here just to admire the moon.

Ye Jibai glanced down at Meng Qinghe, "Together?" ”

Can Meng Qinghe say no?

Ye Jibai grabbed Meng Qinghe's waist and stepped on the stone wall and flew up.

The officers and soldiers guarding the city on the city wall only felt that a black shadow flashed in front of them, and they rubbed their eyes to look closely, but they didn't see anything, and estimated that it was the crow that didn't have long eyes and flew over.