After dinner, Ye Chen touched his chin and wandered around the garden. He didn't know what he was thinking, and sometimes he would look at Xuwu, muttering for a few words, secretly guessing the location of the Demon Pillar of the Sky. If he searched all the domains and did not see the Demon Pillar, he would probably be in the heavens.

Reflecting the moonlight, she turned silently, gradually moving away, only a strand of her hair floated back and fell into Ye Chen's hand, carrying the faint fragrance of the woman.

With a ray of spring breeze blowing, the female holy body slowly walked over and handed Ye Chen a pen.

Because she left, the garden returned to peace. Ye Chen, who was sleeping, fell into a dream, and did not know that the female holy body had left.

The spiritual power of heaven and earth here is thin and not suitable for immortal cultivation. Even if there are cultivators, they will never surpass the True Yang realm.

Why!

"What are you doing?" Ye Chen was stunned.

This is true. When the two of them arrived in the only ancient city in this area, they did not see too many monks. Ninety percent of them were ordinary people. The highest level of the monks was only the first level of the True Yang realm, and they were an old man who had little life span.

It’s not that he was blowing, his hands holding the pen were trembling. He could kill people and be shameless, but this was the first time he did this job of drawing thrushes. If he missed it, it would hurt his muscles and bones. The slap of the female holy body was still very strong.

Under the old trees in the garden, Ye Chen fell into a deep sleep, waiting for dawn to continue looking for someone.

Young Master Ye is different. He should eat and drink. He has a very good appetite and doesn’t realize that the female saint’s body is strange.

This process was extremely long. Ye Chen bent over and drew carefully, and his palms were sweating.
Chapter completed!