The flat stone road is wide and clean, with shops on both sides standing shoulder to shoulder, and the streets are crowded with people and all living beings. From time to time, there are gorgeous carriages drawn by a few tall horses, rushing to the inner city.
Arrogant and domineering, he didn't care if he would trample on the people who passed by because of the speed of the car.
Yan Xi lay on the window sill of the tea house, looking down, seeing this scene, and shook his head slightly.
This kind of bullying can be seen everywhere.
Cui Pan was always paying attention to Yan Xi's expression. Seeing her frowning, following her eyes, he saw the carriage that shuttled among the pedestrians with countless dust at the back. With a chill in his eyes, he slightly flicked his fingers, and a black mist like a small snake shot out from his fingertips, heading straight towards the car.
The carriage was about to enter the inner city, but was shocked at the gate of the city. The coachman was thrown to the ground in an embarrassing manner. Several tall horses lifted their front hoofs, raised their heads to the sky and howled hurriedly, and then suddenly rammed into place.
Strangely speaking, the horse seemed to be human, and it bypassed the crowd very skillfully, as if deliberately tossing the people in the carriage.
Seeing this scene, Yan Xi turned his back on his horse, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "Cui Pan, you are so boring."
Cui Pan leaned over to ask for credit, his eyes were clear, "Yanxi, Yangxi, do you think I'm doing well? This kind of bullying should be taught a lesson!"
"You, the more you live, the more you go back!" Why doesn't Yan Xi know that he is because of her? "Everyone has a fate. When he dies, the soul will return to the netherworld, and it's your responsibility. As for now, he is running on a rampage in the downtown area, or whatever, if you intervene, it is considered to have influenced the fate of others."
Cui Pan was puzzled, "Wang Xi, didn't you worry that the carriage would hurt the people on the street?"
Yan Xi shook her head, "Worry is worrisome, but this is their fate. If they intervene, they will be condemned." She took a sip of tea, then put down the tea cup and stood up leisurely, "Go back, today. It's a bit lacking."
Cui Pan's eyes brightened. Seeing that Subai's slender figure had already stepped down the stairs, he hurriedly chased after him, shouting: "Xi, are you worrying about me? Don't worry, these little things, the way of heaven is not so idle!"
Hearing this, Yan Xi turned his head back and slanted at him with an angry look.
"Hey, Yan Xi—" Cui Pan was dissatisfied, he was her husband! How can you pour his cold water all day long!
"Shut up and look at the road." A folding paper fan pressed against his opening and closing lips, and Yan Xi glanced at the Cui bank above the pillar and said lightly.
"Yes, ma'am!" Cui Pan smiled at the corners of his lips, still wearing a crimson robe in the sun, against the scorching sun above his head, more and more in the crowd.
It seems that it is not enough to be ostentatious.
Wuxi sighed, "Poor mouth!"
As the sun sets, the sun sinks, and the last glorious glow in the sky also disappears at the end of the horizon.
The world was covered by a huge curtain, black and depressed.
Wuxi walked barefoot on the icy jade white stone bridge, surrounded by nine bends, surrounded by pavilions and dingdongs with flowing water.
There seemed to be a solemn and solemn Sanskrit sound in her ears, if there was nothing, it calmed her heart. He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, dozens of meters away, with a black hair reaching his waist, a man in a snow-white brocade robe stood with his back to her, unable to see his face clearly.
I just feel very familiar, but I can't figure it out.