“Good sewing.”

"If it's broken, don't worry."

Ye Qianqian said this, and he was indescribable and careless.

"I have many more items here, enough for you to apologize!"

Luo Qingtong was suddenly happy when she heard the other party say that the sewing was broken.

If that's the case, it doesn't matter if the stitch is broken!

But then, Ye Qianqian had a sentence waiting for her in the end!

I'll go!

Luo Qingtong looked at Ye Qianyi with depression.

The latter looked at the depressed look on her face, and the gritting teeth in her eyes made her feel very comfortable inexplicably-

The other party's men's appearance, whether in form, behavior, or expression, was very similar to when Luo Qingtong used to dress up as a man.

If it weren't for the birthmark on the face and the characteristics of the man that could not be faked, Ye Qianqian would not have believed that she was not Luo Qingtong.

But in fact, she is not.

Thinking of this, Ye Qianqian's eyes suddenly became cold.

He did not look at Luo Xiaoqi again, but turned his gaze to other parts of the square and began to patrol carefully.

Now the crowd gathered in this square is very large.

Those who want to go to the abandoned continent and complete the Tianluo Grass mission are almost all gathered here.

If Luo Qingtong was in this mercenary city, maybe she would appear here?

Ye Qianyi held a glimmer of hope in his heart, looked at the mercenary group in the square carefully, paying special attention to the teenagers and women.

Then he remembered that Luo Qingtong's woman's cunning personality might not be disguised as a teenager or a woman, or she might be the old woman and strong man, and immediately swept the others again.

But after looking at it, no one gave him a particularly special feeling.

He looked at everyone like this, but when he looked closely, he seemed to be no.

Ye Qianqian looked at it for a while and he had a headache.

It’s a pity that he can’t reveal his identity now, otherwise he would just call out the woman’s name and report his identity. If she were there, how could she not show up?

Ye Qianqian's thin lips were tightly pursed, and above the handsome and unspeakable face behind the mask, his eyes were dim, and then slowly, he closed his eyes with some fatigue.

At this moment, a commotion occurred in the square.

But it was the Tianfeng Chu family who came.

A group of boys and girls of similar age, led by Fu Lao and others, walked towards the square.

Judging from the respectful expressions on Fu Lao and others, it is obvious that these people are the direct descendants of the Tianfeng Chu family. This time they went to the abandoned high-level continent to participate in the Tianluo Grass competition.

And when the mercenaries were in agitation, the young men and women also looked at the crowd in the square and curled their lips disdainfully.

"Is this kind of garbage that protects us?"

"Even the guards selected by our Tianfeng Chu family's vassal family are better than them."

A girl in blue who was walking in the middle of the team complained in dissatisfaction.

"Hmph, Chu Keer, if you don't want to come here, you don't have to come."

"Anyway, there are so many children of the Tianfeng Chu family who want to replace you!"

"What are you talking about as a member of the sect family?"

"Is it true that you are the lineage of the third elders, or the former direct lineage of the Tianfeng Chu family?"

Beside her, a square-looking boy said disdainfully.

Just Chu Keer is so embarrassed to look down on these people in the mercenary city?
Chapter completed!