The spring rain, with the breeze of Jiangnan, is extremely gentle. Today is the third day that Chen Yuyang has arrived in Jiangnan, and it has also rained for three consecutive days. The rain has covered the entire Jiangnan with a hazy and confused beauty, making people fall in love with everything here without extricate themselves.

Especially rafting on the West Lake, the weather is simply excellent. For a moment, the boating industry in West Lake became particularly popular. The green mountains and green, and the spring rain was a unique taste. The glimmer of light on the lake surface was flowing everywhere, and a beautiful Jiangnan tune was flowing everywhere. At this moment, a bamboo row appeared on the West Lake.

On the bamboo row, a man was dressed in white and his sleeves were fluttering. If he had a sword around his waist, he would have the courage of Fan Li to sail on the five lakes. The middle-aged man showed the heroism and rough lines of the northerner's people were not harmonious with the rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but no one dared to stop him from sailing on the West Lake.

Two rough men in black suits stood behind the middle-aged man, with a black umbrella in his hand, as if she was shielding him from the wind and rain. The scene seemed to have become a different kind of exquisiteness. The man shook his arm and seemed to signal the person behind him to put down the umbrella.

The man in black behind him was stunned for a moment, and then followed the man's wishes. The middle-aged man looked at the lake that kept passing by. The calm West Lake seemed to reveal a rare wave of light among the raindrops. A smile passed by and he said softly: "Are you sure he is here?"

The man in black said with certainty: "Yes, that boy Zhu Tianhao said so!"

"Oh!" The middle-aged man tilted his head and smiled: "That's good, that's good!"

"Brother, why are we coming to him? Isn't it great to enjoy peace and happiness in the southwest? Now my brother's health has not recovered yet. Is it too much to go to him now......" Suddenly realizing that he seemed to be saying the wrong thing, the man in black immediately said: "I don't mean that, just......"

The middle-aged man in white laughed and said, "Lao Wu, even if we don't come to find him, he will come to us one day. Because we shouldn't exist in this world! However, the battle between lichs will always break out. If it is not in the human world, then we will have to return to the prehistoric world. He and I don't want to bring this hatred back to the prehistoric world again!

This is not my home, so this battle is only here!”

"But brother............ Now we have the puppet Zhu Tianhao in our hands, and the Xuanyuan family has been beaten into ashes by us. We can develop slowly. Is it necessary to be anxious to find the successors of the demon clan?" The man in black was still puzzled. He seemed to feel that life in the human world is not good. After all, there is no absolute power here.

The middle-aged man in white laughed for a while and said, "Old Wu, you! Are you nostalgic about the beauty of this world and you don't want to leave? Don't forget. We are people from the prehistoric times and this place does not belong to us. I want to go back, I really want to go back, so I want to end the disputes on this land as soon as possible."

Just as the middle-aged man in white finished speaking, a black-sailed boat slowly swayed on the West Lake, and the clear and pleasant sound of the guzheng kept making inside the boat. The lyrics were extremely chic, as if they were expressing the voice of the middle-aged man in white. The sound was too ethereal and too melancholy.

The middle-aged man smiled calmly and listened quietly to a song: "He is here!"

"Who, where?"

The small black-sailed boat was drizzling with spring rain. The small boat seemed to sway in the wind, and it was probably silent in the West Lake. But it was driving infinitely steadily. There were no oars or nothing else, it just fluttered in the wind and slowly drove towards the bamboo line.

In the black-sailed boat, a young man, wearing a long blue gown, was elegant and dashing, constantly playing a series of quiet and sad tones, as if he wanted to sing someone's life in a lamenting tone. One of the battles in the battle was naturally the climax of the climax and could not be missed.

The middle-aged man listened quietly and sighed from time to time, as if he had met a soulmate in his life. He was very happy, which made him start to wonder what kind of person the man on the boat fell to the ground. A feeling of cherishing each other suddenly flowed out from the bottom of his heart.

In the prehistoric land back then, Chi You was a demon-like existence. The only one who could make Chi You feel that he was cherishing heroes was the emperor. Even Emperor Yan had to stand aside. This is a feeling between opponents. In a person's life, friends may not necessarily know you the best, but those who know you the best must be the opponent they admire.

The body slowly flew up, and was above the lake surface. White light and shadows swept across the lake. Soon, they came to the small black-sailed boat. When they lifted the curtain, Chi You's body immediately entered the black-sailed boat. At this moment, Chen Yuyang's piano sound had just ended, and on the piano table, there was a pot of sake and two cups.

With a faint smile, she looked elegant and seemed to be a scholar. She raised her eyes and said, "I really didn't expect that you really dare to come?"

This is unexpected, but a reasonable logic. Chen Yuyang faced Chiyou, like an old friend I haven't seen for many years, and said, "No matter what? Have a drink first! After the wine, it's okay to talk about the rest of the matter in detail. I don't think you, the demon god Chiyou, will not care about this little time!"

Chi You sat down and smiled and said, "Okay, happy, I didn't expect that the current demon king is actually a person with temperament!"

As he said that, Chiyou picked up the wine glass, drank a sip of the wine, and said, "Good wine!"

Chen Yuyang filled the wine glass again and said with a smile: "Your body has not yet fully recovered, not even a great witch, at most a heavenly witch. And I am now at the peak of the quasi-saint. Are you really not afraid of me killing you?" Chen Yuyang said, looking curious.

Chi You laughed and said, "I have witnessed the charm of Lingzun and Donghuang when the battle of the prehistoric lichs back then. They are all dragons and phoenixes among humans. If it weren't for the way of heaven, why would you have to kill with my witch clan? Now, no matter whether the lich has withdrawn from the prehistoric stage, but for the ancestors, no matter how you say that the Tenth Prince of Jin Crow will not insult the style of our ancestors!"

Chi You said something a bit suspicious of wearing a high hat, but Chen Yuyang just took it and said, "It's not interesting to kill you now. In the battle of lich, the prehistoric world still has to continue. It's very boring." He raised his wine glass, Chen Yuyang looked at Chi You and said, "Okay, let's talk about the conditions and the time!"

"Good!" Chiyou took a sip of wine and said again: "I won't waste too much time. We are all survivors of the prehistoric world. It's useless to say more things. You and I know in our hearts what determines everything!" Chiyou pointed carefully at the sky and stopped talking. After a long time, he took out a post from his body and threw it on the table. Then he left.hf();
Chapter completed!