On the second day, the Ten Thousand Thunder Festival came as scheduled, and Benlei City celebrated and immersed itself in a sea of joy.

The huge square in the north of the city is already crowded on weekdays, but today it is even more crowded. Strange people, strange objects, and unusual performances are everywhere. All kinds of noisy sounds are intertwined, deafening, and people can't help but feel warm.

"Sister Ye, look over there!"

"Wow, what a beautiful dress!"

"Oh my God, why do these people look so weird?!"

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In the bustling crowd, Ah Diao is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, full of curiosity about everything.

"Haven't you been here before?" Ye Qingchen was a little helpless.

Ah Diao shook his head like a rattle, "Grandpa is old, it's not good to squeeze in the crowd, and I don't want to come alone." ”

Ye Qingchen thought for a while, took Ah Diao's hand, and rushed into the crowd, "Let's go, let's go to the front and have a look, it seems to be very fun there." ”

"Sister Ye, look!" Ah Diao pointed to the clay figurines on a small stall in front of him. Ye Qingchen looked over, there were rows of clay figures, of different sizes, but they were all lifelike and exquisite.

"If you like it, you can buy it. Ye Qingchen said with a smile.

"Uh-huh, I'm going to buy it... Ah Diao carefully selected two of his favorite clay figurines and gave one of them to Ye Qingchen, "Sister Ye, look, this clay figurine doesn't look like Uncle Leng?"

Uncle Leng?

Ye Qingchen was slightly stunned. She took the clay figurine from Ah Diao. The clay man is long, wearing a mask, with a sword at his waist, and his hair blown by the wind, like a wandering swordsman. That appearance, that artistic conception, made Ye Qingchen can't help but think of the situation in the dark forest, when he first encountered Leng Feng.

It's kind of similar.

However, Leng Feng himself is much more brilliant than this clay figure. After all, the charm, temperament, etc., are all things that cannot be conveyed by a clay figure.

"Unconsciously, Uncle Leng has been away for a while. Ah Diao couldn't help but sigh.

Ye Qingchen actually wanted to tell her that Uncle Leng came last night. However, she didn't want to tell Ah Diao about the assassination, so she simply concealed it.

"Sister Ye, let's buy him. ”

"Good. ”

The two of them walked around the Wanlei Festival for a long time, and only then did they inquire about the direction of the City Lord's Mansion in the evening, and arrived at the City Lord's Mansion at the beginning of the unitary time.

Different from the expected luxury style, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion is low-key and simple, and every brick and tile shows a kind of vicissitudes of life.

The bluestone stone stone lions on both sides are lifelike, and the nine steps go up the stairs to the mahogany gate. At this time, the gate was open, and there were majestic and solemn guards guarding both sides.

"Sister Ye, the city lord of Murong is a good city lord. Diao's tone was filled with a heartfelt respect. Ye Qingchen nodded clearly. Murong Feng, the city lord of Benlei City, was indeed famous and highly respected, and she had heard about it when she first entered the Thunder Domain.

Yu Lei Zong and his party also came to the gate of the City Lord's Mansion at this time.

"Senior brother, look, why are they here?" Ziling recognized Ye Qingchen and Ah Diao at a glance.

Qi Yunfeng's eyes deepened, and he said quietly, "Do you know which sect this woman belongs to?" "The people who can come to participate in the Ten Thousand Thunder Feast today are all famous young figures among the many sect forces in the Thunder Domain.

"How can she be a disciple of the Thunder Domain Forces, I think she's just here to join in the fun! Look at the shabby clothes they are wearing, where are they here to participate in today's feast? It's clear that she's here to beg!"

"Let's go, we'll meet them in the past?" said a disciple of the Imperial Thunder Sect with bad intentions.

"That's exactly what I mean!" Ziling smiled coldly.

"Yo, why are there two beggars here?" a strange voice came from behind the two. Ye Qingchen heard this, his eyebrows sank slightly, and he turned his eyes to look, but he saw the group of the Imperial Thunder Sect walking towards them with a sneer.

"Why are you again?" said Diao frowned.

The person who came was a group of disciples of the Imperial Thunder Sect headed by Qi Yunfeng. They were dressed in brocade clothes with tassels and jade belts, which formed a sharp contrast with Ye Qingchen and A Diao's simple dress.