"Oh, that's right! It's been two years since you went back last time. Your mother probably thought you were a waiter in the Eight Immortal Tower!"

The handsome man chuckled and raised his hand toast.

Just as Nalan Zhenyue guessed, it was a coincidence that she came. If it were early or late, she might not have heard this sentence.

She didn't plan to find Aunt Mo's son, but she thought that if she really saw him, she would give him some medicine, but she didn't expect that this would be the case.

The handsome man who attracted Nalan Zhenyue's attention was Aunt Mo's son. At this time, Aunt Mo, who was in the Sha Village, did not know that her son had become a famous disciple of the Red Immortal Palace on the Fenghun Continent.

Nalan Zhenyue silently picked up the chopsticks. The men were still discussing the ancient road of hell. After a while, they changed the topic. She put down the chopsticks and sighed softly. She had never thought about this, but it was the most beneficial to her.

The disciples of the Hongxian Palace had finished eating, and Nalan Zhenyue also paid the bill. After the few people went out, she followed behind her. The people in front of them separated on the fork in front of the street. Feng Xiaochen went to the silk shop and bought some dry goods. He found someone and handed him the things he bought. Nalan Zhenyue was always following him, probably also understood that he was a lady Mo and sent things back.

Nalan Zhenyue was still hesitating whether to go forward, but saw Feng Xiaochen in front of her turn and frowned slightly, "You have been following me since the beginning, what are your intentions?"

Nalan Zhenyue did not hide specifically, but was just following Feng Xiaochen all the time, and he also discovered it.

Nalan Zhenyue stepped forward, "You are Feng Xiaochen, right?"

Feng Xiaochen was not surprised, but his eyes were a little alert. Of course, at the foot of the Flaming Mountain, he really couldn't believe what the boy in front of him could do to him.

"I noticed you just now in the Eight Immortal Tower." Nalan Zhenyue said truthfully, "Before I came to Qianyun City, I came from Sha Village."

When Feng Xiaochen mentioned the word Shacun, his eyes changed, and Nalan Zhenyue added: "Your mother told me that you are in the Eight Immortals Tower."

Feng Xiaochen's gaze lit up and he looked at Nalan Zhenyue from the beginning. In his sight, Nalan Zhenyue was a beautiful boy, very beautiful and clean.

But I have never seen him before, so he is excluded from Shacun.

"I'm not from Sha Village." Nalan Zhenyue said again, "When I passed by Sha Village early, your mother was entertaining me."

Her tone and eyes were very calm. Feng Xiaochen became a little excited after believing it, "How is my mother?"

"How is she now?" Feng Xiaochen felt a little guilty when he said this.

"Auntie Mo is very good, but she misses you very much."

Yes, when talking about her son, Aunt Mo's eyes and tone were very nostalgic.

Feng Xiaochen suddenly felt a little sad when he heard this, "I'm sorry to my mother..."

He hasn't returned for two years, and since he entered the Red Immortal Palace, he hasn't returned to Sha Village.

Feng Xiaochen also asked Nalan Zhenyue to describe her mother to him how she was now. Nalan Zhenyue directly found paper and pen to draw Aunt Mo he had seen before. Feng Xiaochen was very excited, but at the same time he was very sad, holding Nalan Zhenyue's paintings.
Chapter completed!