C80 Emotions Surged

After entering the city, although the streets were filled with flames, there were no dead or injured people. It seemed that although these bandits were ferocious, they would not harm people's lives. Only then did Ye Qingcheng feel relieved.

After searching for a while, he finally found a clean and wide courtyard on the east side. He looked around. He knew that the owner of the courtyard was quite reliable. Although he had encountered a robber's room with bedding, the kitchen and private property were all complete. There was still half a vat of rice left in the urn. They worked together to cook a meal and ate it. After boiling water and bathing themselves, they each went to rest.

When they woke up the next day, they packed their luggage and left the small courtyard. Fu Ting Zhi also did not make a sound. He brought the few of them to stroll around the streets for a while before finally entering a clothing store.

When everyone followed in, they saw that she was sitting in the middle with a smug look on her face. "The clothes here are all new. Feel free to do as you wish."

"Haha!" Ye Qingcheng couldn't help but laugh. He pointed at the pavilion and said: "Pavilion Leader, you are truly a wonderful person." Thus, he took a few kids to take the appropriate clothes and shoes and packed them separately.

After everyone chose their clothes, Ye Qingcheng told them to wait for a while longer. After leaving, they returned an hour later. A bow and a bone arrow appeared on his back: "We can shoot some birds and beasts along the way. The ones we made earlier were really not easy to use." After saying this, he pulled out a full moon: "It's a good bow."

Above the Talisman Pavilion, he tilted his head and looked at him. "Brother Qingcheng, you are a young hero. You are proficient in all 18 kinds of martial arts. Please accept me." After putting on an act and playing a thousand times, he could not help but burst out laughing.

Putting away the bow, Ye Qingcheng looked back at him and said, "Pavilion, the Spring Flowers don't get tired of it. The Autumn Grass doesn't get tired of it."

Being called jealous, Fu Tingzhi coughed twice to hide the embarrassment on his face. He tilted his head and deliberately didn't look at the others, "We don't envy each other, but when it comes to glory and honor, it is time for us to be together. Good poem, good poem... " He walked in all directions, shaking his head as he walked. Why did the general read so many books, seriously!

As they passed by the grocery store, they took some dry goods. They had originally wanted to take some more. However, Fu Zhizhi tried his best to stop them. It was said that if one's strength was too weak, they would be able to walk much slower. Only one bag was allowed to be tied around one's waist. However, his hands were empty. There was only a small bag on his back. Inside was a roll of books and two sets of summer clothes.

Just these few clothes, a few beds of cotton, and a bag of dry goods, he was already extremely tired after walking out of Fan City not long after. He looked at Ye Qingcheng, who was carrying both a pot and a large amount of weight. He walked valiantly with his silver spear in his hand. The pavilion leader shook his head and sighed: "Not everyone can carry a large amount of weight." He knocked on their heads one by one to teach them a lesson: "Big Brother, are you wrong? Is it wrong? "

Fu Xuanzhi covered his forehead that had been knocked. "Big Brother still has foresight..." He buried his face and muttered, "The less food you eat, the lighter the burden will become. However, your strength will slowly increase. I don't want to be taken care of by Big Brother for the rest of my life."

Although the voice was not loud, Fu Xuanzhi could hear it clearly. The warmth and amusement in his heart were gone. He saw that Ye Qingcheng had already set up a pot at the edge of the water and looked to the west: "Why aren't you helping to cook?" He pulled Xuan Zhi back and didn't let him go.

After Fu Huarong left, Fu Huarong pulled his brother to find a clean place to take off his luggage and sat down: "Xuan Zhi has really grown up."

"From the moment Big Brother first called out to me, Xuan Zhi, I became an adult." Fu Xuanzhi slightly raised his chin and said with a firm expression, "Father told me before he left to take good care of Big Brother. Xuan Zhizhi has not done enough."

Fu Xuanzhi supported his brother's shoulder. "Does it hurt? Big Brother will massage you." If it wasn't for one of Fu Xuan carrying their luggage, how could he be free? Along the way, the brothers kept massaging their shoulders, so how could they not see? Fu Zhizhi rubbed his brother's shoulder with heartache, and he coaxed softly, "Open the luggage later and move some of it on Big Brother's back?"

"I'll go and help cook." Fu Xuanzhi completely ignored the president's request and directly stood up to help.

Even though he got bored of his brother one after another, his heart was warm. Looking at the few people from afar who were either starting a fire or washing rice, picking vegetables or looking for firewood, he suddenly remembered the popular Yellow Plum Play, "Celestial Match in his previous life. He said, If you want to farm, come to me and weave cloth. If you bring water, I'll water the yard." He was in a great mood. They hummed a little tune and did not go to help. Instead, they found a big tree and leaned against it. He leisurely closed his eyes and enjoyed himself.

After washing the dried rice and cooking it, Ye Qingcheng ordered the fire to be on fire. He then took his gun and sat next to the pavilion. Seeing that he was sleeping, Ye Qingcheng took out a piece of cloth to wipe the gun.

The summer afternoon sun was very hot. Soon, beads of sweat broke out on the sleeping man's face. Ye Qingcheng happened to see it. He raised his hand and was about to wipe away the sweat, but at the same time, he touched the hand of the pavilion.

The moment the finger touched Ye Qingcheng's hand, it wanted to retract as if it had been electrocuted, but it was grabbed by that person and couldn't break free. He hurriedly opened his eyes and a frightened handsome face appeared in front of him: "You?"

"I..." Ye Qingcheng's intuition told him that his hand was trying to break free, so he tightened his grip:" Zhizhi, what are you hiding from? "

Hiding from what? The pavilion opened its mouth and closed it again: "Why are you grabbing me?"

Both eyes looked at the hand that was grabbing him at the same time. Ye Qingcheng finally realized that he was grabbing him. He quickly let go: "You're sweating." He turned around and continued to wipe his gun: "What's the big deal about all men grabbing at each other..."

"Haha..." Fu Ting laughed inexplicably. "That's right. Then what is Qingcheng hiding from? Why don't she dare to look at me?"