It was very light and breezy to say, Yun Luoxue is so leisurely like that.
Bing felt a bit silly this time.
The corner of his mouth twitched and glanced at Yun Luoxue, and then at Qianmo Qingcheng.
I don’t understand why they bet on themselves when they bet
"As long as the little girl is happy, just bet the sun in the sky down."
Qian Mo Qingcheng smiled brightly.
As for his escort, it's clear tonight.
Yun Luoxue seemed to be very satisfied with what Qian Mo Qingcheng said and his attitude just now, and she finally made the final word, and then a happy smile appeared on her face.
It seems that Qian Mo Qingcheng is spoiling her a little bit, but this feeling... is still very good.
she likes.
In this way, Qian Mo Qingcheng and Yun Luoxue had a more meaningful meal.
After eating, Yun Luoxue discussed with Qian Mo Qingcheng about the current situation in Feicheng.
The information obtained is accurate and accurate, but it is better than checking it in person.
Besides, there are still a few hours before dark, and there is nothing to do.
Yun Luoxue, Qianmo Qingcheng and Bing went to the north of Feicheng together.
I heard that most of the people in the north of Feicheng were crazy because of the so-called Tongxin Art.
At 10 in the afternoon, the three of them walked together to the north of Feicheng.
Entering the eyes is completely different from the appearance of the central stage.
Crazy people can be seen everywhere in the streets of the northern half. Qian Mo Qingcheng frowned and looked at the crazy and talkative people in front of him.
Yun Luoxue already knew the situation here in the news she received, and when she saw everything in front of her, she was a little shocked.
The ordinary people, one by one, either sat on both sides of the street and giggled, or stood and danced unknown dances...
Elderly people in their 50s and 60s are dancing and singing children's songs, while the seven or eight-year-old children are indifferent and uncommon, and they almost bite when they see people.
Or lying on the ground to learn the sounds of various animals.
The middle-aged woman hugs the big logs, like coaxing her most beloved child to sleep...
If the passing merchants or tourists arrive in Feicheng and don't come to the north of Feicheng, you will definitely think that Feicheng is a relatively stable, peaceful and prosperous small city if you look at the view of the central street.
But who could have expected so much suffering hidden behind the bustling city.
The people lying on their backs on the street looked like five or six hundred people.
The dilapidated streets are no longer what they are, and the burdens, vegetable baskets, and paving are all messed up.
It seems that the first feeling it gives people is as if this place has been ransacked.
Qian Mo Qingcheng looked at everything in front of him with a gloomy expression, his expression was indescribably cold and penetrating.
"Child, child..."
Suddenly, a cry came from the other side of the street.
Yun Luoxue and Qian Mo Qingcheng looked at each other, and headed towards the source of the sound.
I saw a normal woman holding a twelve or three-year-old boy and crying.
The little boy's expression was dull, and all the expressions on his face were replaced by fear.
As if he had seen such a terrible ghost.
The clothes on his body were scratched several holes by the little boy, his pale face didn't want to face anyone.
He curled up in a corner of the street, his lips trembling and spitting out some vague words: "No, don't pry into my mind,