Luo Chen walked forward along the street. He looked very much like a scholar in ancient times, except for a folding fan.

Although the two of them are eye-catching, people in the ancient city don't pay too much attention, except for some men who look at Song Feiyao with fiery eyes...

Luo Chen's goal was very clear. He walked along the way and finally stopped in front of several ancient sculptures. The ancient sculptures were clean gray-white in color and looked like they had been there for many years, but there were no signs of damage or dilapidation.

The ancient sculpture is quiet and solemn, similar to the statues in the Holy City that Luo Chen fought against in the Holy City.

"You... don't want to move these statues away, do you?"

Song Feiyao looked horrified, and she whispered advice: "These statues are the patron saints of the ancient city. The ancient city of Mingwu can always stand on the coastline without being destroyed by the sea monster because of these ancient sculptures!"

"If you move the ancient sculptures away, thunder will fall from heaven and destroy the ancient city!"

This is not Song Feiyao’s alarmist talk, but it is true!

Their Xiayu ancestors moved the most powerful ancient sculpture, Haidong Qingshen, to Xiayu because of greed.

The result... caused a thunderstorm to land!

The vast thunderstorm of divine punishment was raging, and the entire land of Licheng was in dire straits. But that time, there were almost corpses everywhere, it was extremely tragic.

"What does that have to do with me?" Luo Chen replied directly.

Song Feiyao was speechless.

Luo Chen continued: "Actually, I and you Xiayu people are almost the same kind of people. For my own benefit, what does it matter whether others live or die?"

"No, we Xiayu are not like this devil like you..."

Song Feiyao seemed to have thought of something, but couldn't believe it. She covered her ears and shook her head desperately.

"What about your eagle? What's its fate?"

Luo Chen's words immediately stopped Song Feiyao.

Yes, if the people of Xiayu are not selfish, why would they frame and imprison Haidong Qingshen?!

Her eyes became dull and she murmured: "Why do you know everything about Xiayu so well?"

"There is a kind of undead magic called... spiritualism!"

Song Feiyao looked at Luo Chen's flowing purple hair and fell into deep silence and self-blame...

In front of Luo Chen is a cat seat. It looks similar to a lucky cat, but is as big as a person. The lifelike cat face is smiling like a kind old grandfather.

These statues are all filled with an extremely special magical atmosphere. If specific methods are used, they can be resurrected, just like Lemuel's method.

It's really good to keep these statues for guarding, but... Luo Chen doesn't really need them.

"Let's go."

Luo Chen clapped his hands, then turned and left.

Song Feiyao was surprised at this, and she couldn't help blurting out: "Aren't you planning to move these ancient sculptures away?"

"These ancient sculptures can't even catch my eye..."

Song Feiyao trembled in her heart, and Luo Chen only left her with a back view.

On the bustling street, the sunlight seemed to flow down like a silk gauze. Luo Chen's shoulders were not very broad, but they were beyond his reach. His purple hair slowly rose in the soft wind that blew inadvertently.

Although he was standing there, he was out of touch with the world and not like a person in the world...

However, Luo Chen's words made Song Feiyao breathe a sigh of relief. The thunderstorm of divine punishment would not land. Seeing Luo Chen walking further and further away, Song Feiyao quickly followed.

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After a trip to Mingwu Ancient City, Luo Chen separated from Song Feiyao. He did not sink Xiayu because the hidden island could be used as the base camp of the Killer Palace.

As for Song Feiyao, Luo Chen will not care about her. Bessie will discipline her for Luo Chen when the time comes.

Oh... By the way, Beth is the third Death Guard, the Succubus.

Back then, she single-handedly passed through such a large sea area and the undead army came to Death Island. Luo Chen couldn't help but admire her courage and strength, so he took her under his command.

In these years, Bessi has never let Luo Chen down. Apart from Qin Yuer, she is the one who controls Luo Chen's undead and magic equipment business.

Returning to the Magic City Villa, Luo Chen saw Ye Xinxia and Mu Ningxue, but he only did not see Ding Yumian, and the two tigers were gone.

"Brother, Sister Yumian found out about a fire spiritual species, so she took Hu Dahu Er with her..."

Xinxia's sweet and soft voice solved Luo Chen's doubts.

Although some people are a little surprised why Ding Yumian would show up for a spiritual species, after all, he still has a soul fire that he got from Mount Fuji.

But since Ding Yumian wanted to go, Luo Chen wouldn't interfere.

He glanced at Xinxia and then at Ning Xue. The two women had begun to shed their tenderness when they were children, and their youth was beginning to show...

"Xinxia, ​​let me do a little experiment later."

In fact, Ding Yumian is the best experimental subject, but since she is not here, she can only find Xinxia. Her Parthenon soul may have some miraculous effects...

"good."

Of course Ye Xinxia agreed. She had not been alone with Luo Chen for a long time.

However, Mu Ningxue, who was watching Ye Xinxia silently from the side, had a flash of loneliness in her eyes.

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Mo Fan's mission was to track a gangster. Tang Yue's identity was relatively sensitive and could easily be detected, so she thought of Mo Fan who came to the Magic City.

Mo Fan was also surprised. He didn't expect that he would see their beautiful teacher again after Bo City.

Moreover, the beautiful teacher is in Hangzhou, very close to the Magic City. If Zhang Xiaohou and the others knew about it, they would probably be envious of themselves!

After thinking about it, Mo Fan quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth.

Not far away from him, his mission target is there, and now the mission is the most important.

It was a man who looked stylishly dressed, wearing a ball cap, and was quite handsome.

Mo Fan followed him to an abandoned field, and then to a dry reservoir upstream of the stream.

"Teacher Tang Yue, there are a lot of people here! And it looks like they are going to fight, but that impostor is not here!"

Mo Fan was hiding in the dark, watching the two groups of men at war with each other, and couldn't help but say.

"He must be hiding somewhere, letting these two groups of people fight each other, and he will reap the benefits."

Tang Yue's eyes wandered in the surrounding woods, but unfortunately, she didn't find anything. It seemed that Chaohe also had some hidden methods.

It seems that we can only wait for him to jump out on his own!

Mo Fan felt Tang Yue's orchid-like breath, and the two of them were relatively close because of their hiding. Therefore, Mo Fan could really feel the fragrant scent of Tang Yue's body, and he became distracted for a moment.

"Snapped!"

Tang Yue patted Mo Fan's head angrily: "Be serious!"

"Oh~"

Mo Fan touched his head aggrievedly. Is it obvious that he didn't do anything well?
Chapter completed!