It was another quiet night, and the Qingluan Mountain Peak was peaceful and quiet.
Under the old tree, Chu Ling'er sat gracefully, with a graceful posture and a slight smile, showing the tenderness of her daughter's family.
And Ye Chen, just a few feet away from the opposite side, was holding an easel, holding a paintbrush, and sketching stroke by stroke.
The flowers are blooming, the moon is full, and the atmosphere is truly romantic and enviable.
However, when I looked at the painting painted by Ye Chen, the so-called romance was only about romance. That painting was really sexy.
Chu Ling is obviously wearing clothes, but what he painted is naked, and the whole thing is just a... physical portrait.
Besides, the painter was an absolute master. He painted Chu Ling's white body to perfection, which was really charming.
This sentiment, this pursuit, this realm, there is really no one else.
What is worth mentioning is that every time this guy draws a stroke, the small tent on his lower body lifts up a little, making it look smooth and tidy.
"Isn't it better yet?" Chu Ling asked for the unknown number of times.
"Don't worry!" Ye Chen said, sketched another stroke, took two steps back, touched his chin and admired it, "Not bad."
"A painting lasted more than three hours. Are you deliberately entertaining me?" Chu Ling didn't believe it and came over, rubbing her neck.
When she saw the picture scroll, she felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Is this her? Yes, that's her, naked Chu Ling'er, with a great figure, every bulge should be bulging.
In an instant, her cheeks turned red. She didn't know whether she was ashamed or angry. She felt that you had been painting my naked body.
"Not bad!" Ye Chen threw the brush away and shook his head in a cool manner. When he was done, he didn't forget to lick his hair.
"Ye Chen." Chu Ling went crazy and stamped her feet angrily.
Her scream was quite magnetic, and the decibel level was extremely high, shocking everyone in their sleep to sit up suddenly.
Too many people looked at Qingluan Peak with strange expressions.
This couple was really restless. They stayed up most of the night, and were startled and disturbed so that we couldn't sleep.
There was a lot of excitement on Qingluan Peak. Ye Chen rolled and crawled in front of him, while Chu Ling, holding an iron rod, chased after him angrily.
Shameful, so shameless. I knew he was shameless, but I didn't expect him to be so shameless. What's funny is that she was very cooperative.
"How about you draw mine too?" Ye Chen grinned.
"You are still shameless." Chu Ling raised his stick and wanted to hit him.
"Stop." Ye Chen waved his hand, stopped suddenly, looked up at the starry sky, then looked at his body, and there was light appearing.
Needless to say, Chu Ling'er really stopped, the raised iron rod froze in mid-air, and she quietly looked at the light on Ye Chen's body.
Ye Chen's body... was in the illusion, the psychic contract brand appeared, and a mysterious power enveloped his body.
Obviously, Qingchuan's host in the heavens... Li Chuansheng, is channeling Qingchuan, but the psychic contract is in Ye Chen's body.
"I'm leaving." Ye Chen smiled, gently caressing Chu Ling's cheek, his wretched expression disappeared, and his eyes were full of warmth.
"Be safe." Chu Ling was angry. The previous shame and anger disappeared in an instant because of Ye Chen's words.
"Wait for me." Ye Chen smiled and covered his face with a ghost mask. He was a celebrity and didn't want to be seen and cause unnecessary trouble. He felt at ease wearing a mask.
"If you like looking at it so much, take it away!" Chu Ling glared at her and stuffed her naked scroll... over her.
"My wife gave it to me, so I have to keep it." Ye Chen laughed, took it and put it in his arms. This... is a treasure.
As soon as he finished speaking, his body became transparent, and then turned into a ray of light that penetrated the sky and disappeared in an instant.
Chu Ling raised her head and waved her hands gently, feeling empty in her heart.
Having experienced life and death, I don’t want to be separated again, even if it’s a few months or even a few days, I don’t want to just look for it in my memory.
Bai Zhi, Ming Jue, Qing Luan and Zixuan also came.
The three-day time limit was not up, and Li Changsheng was probably in danger, so he had no choice but to channel Qingchuan to help him in the battle.
"The world is going to be lively." Ming Jue lamented.
No one refuted this statement, but rather agreed with it.
Who is Ye Chen? He is a born living treasure and a born god of war. His existence confirms one truth: there is excitement wherever you go.
This time when he goes back, with his urine, it would be strange if he doesn't cause chaos in the world. If he doesn't join the great clan, he won't be Ye Chen.
Here, Ye Chen's consciousness drifted away, and he felt his body twisted.
He was in a mysterious passage, filled with strange things, and the flow of light reversed time and subverted space.
This was the first time he had been channeled, and it was indeed refreshing.
Spiritualism is unconventional in that it ignores realms and planes, but compared with the imperial path to the underworld, it is still a big step behind.
Soon, he was pulled out of the passage by a mysterious force.
When he appeared again, he saw a group of mountains with towering peaks and towering ancient trees. Occasionally, the roars of monsters could be heard.
Ye Chen stood there, slightly raising his head and closing his eyes, letting the stars and moonlight fall down, greedily inhaling the breath of heaven and earth.
The long-lost feeling, the long-lost breath, the pleasant enjoyment.
He didn't need to ask, he knew that this was heaven, and the breath of his hometown was still as kind and warm as ever.
At this moment, no matter how hard my heart was, it melted, and I was so excited that I wanted to cry. I had gone through so many hardships all the way, and finally came back.
"Who are you!" While Ye Chen was enjoying himself, an inappropriate word rang out, with a tone of extreme confusion.
The person who spoke was a young man standing next to Ye Chen.
He has white clothes and purple hair. His appearance is very ordinary, nothing extraordinary, and his cultivation level is not very high. He is only a quasi-sage, or a junior.
That's right, he is Li Changsheng, Qingchuan's host. He was the one who used the psychic technique, and he was the one who channeled Ye Chen.
However, what shocked him was that this was not his psychic beast. His contracted spiritual beast was a Qingluan.
Also, who is this masked person that he channeled! All doubts were reduced to two words: confused.
"You are Li Changsheng." Ye Chen looked sideways.
"Yes... it's me." Li Changsheng nodded, his expression a little fearful, as if he smelled a terrible smell coming from Ye Chen.
"Where is this!" After confirming his identity, Ye Chen continued to ask.
"Chichenxing." Li Changsheng replied, feeling a little confused. Damn it, who asked whom
"How far is it from Xuanhuang?" Ye Chen asked again.
"for this I... .."
"You two are so funny! What about the fight? Can you get some snacks?" Li Changsheng was interrupted before he could finish his words.
Only then did Ye Chen see the other side, still holding three people, a young man in black robe, a middle-aged man in purple robe, and an old man in white robe.
The three of them all had blood-red eyes and fierce expressions. They were carrying killing swords, and their evil aura was surging, like three robbers licking blood from the tip of their swords.
Li Changsheng hurriedly tightened his grip on the sword, sweat dripping from his forehead.
Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and looked at the three people opposite him with interest. They were all quasi-saints, fighting against three. No wonder Li Changsheng was psychic.
"Who are you! Where is Qingchuan?" Li Changsheng stared at the opposite side and called Ye Chen, "What's going on?"
"Stay here, baby, get lost." Ye Chen did not reply to Li Changsheng, but said these words to the three people opposite him, which was very tough.
"Hey!" The young man in black robe quit his job and reached the sky in one step. Without saying a word, Ling Tian flashed his sword.
Ye Chen said nothing, just raised his hand casually, wiped out the sword light, and flew out with the young man in black robe.
This flight, I don’t know how far it flew, just like a stream of light, collapsing more than a dozen mountains along the way before falling.
At this moment, the world became quiet. Not only Li Changsheng beside him, but also the middle-aged and old man opposite him trembled in shock.
With a random palm, a quasi-sage flew away. As long as his brain was not wet, he knew that Ye Chen was not a simple person, he was also a saint at his weakest.
"You... who are you?" The middle-aged man in purple robe and the old man in white robe were trembling all over, watching Ye Chen retreat again and again in horror.
Miscalculation, serious miscalculation, this was a situation of absolute suppression. Who would have thought that Li Changsheng's psychic would be so arrogant.
Compared to them, Li Changsheng was more excited. He originally wanted to channel Qingchuan, but even in a two-on-three lineup, he could escape at worst.
But looking at this scene, the person in front of him is much more embarrassing than Qingchuan.
For a moment, this guy's back was so straight that it didn't matter who Ye Chen was, I was psychic.
As he spoke, Ye Chen waved. The middle-aged and old man who was still retreating knelt down on the spot, and the two big words were placed on the ground.
"Answer my question, how far is it from Xuanhuang Continent?" Ye Chen collected the treasure and continued his previous question.