Time flies, like quicksand, slipping quietly on your fingertips, and even if you try your best, you can only catch a few grains of sand.

Often, when the wind blows, it disperses.

Unconsciously, five days have passed, and in the blink of an eye, it is the evening of the fifth day, and it is time to make an appointment with the city god, just afraid that this trip will be dangerous, Qiao Chen'an found a reason to branch Huangfu Xuan out, and then sat quietly in the inn, waiting for the other party to send someone to invite.

As the night deepened, the lights of the city seemed to shine brighter than the stars in the sky, but it was actually an illusion in his own heart!

Heaven and earth are not my own.

Qiao Chen'an pasted a few talismans at the head and foot of the bed, and then fell asleep peacefully, and fell asleep in an instant, as if he had returned to that familiar and strange world, steel monsters were rampant, and high-rise buildings were lined up.

Standing on an ordinary street, with the uneven road under your feet and the unchanging scene in front of you.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, everyone's face is full of tiredness of life, they are not happy.

Once upon a time, I was one of them, not so much as a human being as a special form of tool.

"Please Qiao Jun go!"

A loud shout disturbed his dreams, everything turned into nothingness, Qiao Chen'an's body was still lying on the bed, but a clear and transparent shadow sat up from him, his eyes showed his eyes, handsome and cold.

He jumped out of bed, came out of the window, and saw that the blue-faced ghost who had come to invite him that day. Shi Shiran sat in the car and said secretly: It's not too late.

"Qiao Jun sit tight!"

The blue-faced ghost almost let out a low shout, and drove away, the wheel did not touch the ground, like a gust of wind passing through the streets and alleys, startling countless hidden ghosts, but Qiao Chenan didn't care about it.

Before I came to the City God Temple, I saw the strange shape of the Yin Ghost and the fierce demon walking towards the temple from time to time along the way, and the breath on the body was agitated, rolling up a burst of demonic and evil energy, at a glance, it seemed like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Qiao Chen'an was surprised, what a "hero" banquet.

Those ghosts were even more surprised in their hearts, most of them were practicing in Hangzhou, and they were invited by Chenghuang Meng Dewei, and very few people would save his face.

But he just came by himself, who was in this car, and he had to send a car to pick it up?

The bronze carriage stopped in front of the temple gate, Qiao Chenan walked down slowly, and when he came here again, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he was not afraid at all, and walked towards the temple with his head held high.

A noise was heard from a distance, and when he came to the back hall and saw the scene in front of him, his complexion couldn't help but change slightly.

The huge room is full of human figures, tall or short, with hideous faces standing or standing, laughing and scolding, interspersed with dozens of monsters that have not yet fully transformed, or top dog heads, or show fox tails, all of which retain the characteristics of the body.

At first glance, it looks like you've come to the Netherworld.

Sensing Qiao Chen'an's appearance, all eyes in the room were on him, and the blood-red and demonic eyes were staring at him tightly, if ordinary people were scared to the core, it would be difficult to even take a step.

But Qiao Chenan only smiled slightly, and two blazing rays of light shot out of his pupils, as if he didn't realize it, and under the guidance of the blue-faced ghost, he went to the first position on the right and sat down safely.

There was a commotion in the room, and a rat demon with a slightly obscene face and short stature, but with two gray ears, said: "Who is this? How dare you sit in the first place?!"

A demon beside him sneered: "No matter what you do, you and I can just watch a good show!"

The guests came one after another, and after a while, Qiao Chenan suddenly felt a huge demonic aura approaching rapidly, and then saw a burly man in a black suit appear in the hall, with the appearance of the man, the atmosphere in the hall was stagnant, and a faint look of fear appeared on everyone's face.

It can be seen that his status is extraordinary.

The blue-faced ghost hurriedly greeted: "I don't know if the king of heaven is coming, the small temple is really shining, please take a seat!"

Qiao Chen'an couldn't help but show a smile on his face when he heard this, this person didn't know what kind of monster he was, he didn't know if his skills were big, but his tone was not small, and he actually dared to call himself the king.

The blue-faced ghost sent him to the first place on the left, the man's face changed slightly, and he looked up at Qiao Chen'an opposite, his eyes flickered, but he refused to sit down for a long time.

This side of the world is respected by the right, it turns out that every time Meng Dewei holds such a banquet, he sits in the first place on the right, how can he be downgraded by one level today?

The person opposite was dressed as a scholar, without the slightest anger on his body, and his eyes were particularly conspicuous, I don't know what his identity was, but he dared to be his position?

He asked coldly, "Who are you?" and why have I never seen you? ”

Qiao Chen'an's expression was calm, and he said calmly: "Who are you?"

"You!"

The man's eyes were upside down, how many years, since he had achieved cultivation, no one had ever dared to talk to him like this, and he was about to have a seizure immediately. But seeing Qiao Chen'an's calm appearance, he didn't seem to care, especially the breath on his body was not leaking, and he couldn't see the depth, so he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, and secretly thought to himself if this person was a great character?

I have already made up my mind, and it will not be too late to start after the banquet finds out his identity.

snorted coldly, stared at Qiao Chenan coldly, and then sat down reluctantly.

In the back hall, two figures stood together, Meng Dewei had been observing the scene in the room, and when he saw that the two were not in harmony, the corners of his mouth slowly bloomed into a cold smile.

Of course, the location of this banquet was deliberately arranged by him, in order to make the two people conflict, and now it seems that it is really as he expected.

Both of them are arrogant lords, in his opinion, one is more crazy than the other, especially Qiao Chen'an, although he is gentle to people on the surface, neither humble nor arrogant. But in fact, there is more pride in my heart than anyone else.

It's just that this arrogance, when idlers can't notice it, he rarely shows it.

Qi Fang saw that the person had almost arrived, nodded to him, Meng Dewei reined in his thoughts, immediately walked out of the back of the hall, and laughed loudly: "Let you wait for a long time!

The wine and food had already been prepared on the table, and Meng Dewei didn't say a word, he raised his head and drank three glasses, looking very arrogant.

The ghosts immediately cheered, and many people were happily patting their ass, after all, Meng Dewei was their top boss.

"Please!"

Meng Dewei waved his hand, sat on the main seat, and the ghosts were all seated, and at a glance, there was a black oppression, ghostly, looking around, and finally stayed on Qiao Chen'an and the "Heavenly King" for a moment, with a trace of disdain in the depths of his eyes.

Hey, death is on the verge of death, I don't know yet!