Ye Chen sighed. One or two of these beauties outside were the masters who were held by the stars, but now they have been cultivated to be slavery. They have no judgment and even their dignity as human beings. They only know how to act according to orders and only know how to serve others.

They were almost destroyed by this distorted little society. Ye Chen clearly realized it.

"Get out, I don't want to see you. If you don't want me to complain to your master, then you will disappear from my sight immediately." Rude towards girls has always been a big taboo, but now, in order to achieve his goals, he must adopt special methods.

The beauty looked at Ye Chen in confusion and fear, wondering why he suddenly became another person he didn't know, because they were really afraid that Ye Chen really asked the sword and sword to punish them.

"Why don't you get out of here!" Under Ye Chen's repeated oppression, the beauty left in a mess. Ye Chen watched them leave and then felt relieved.

He walked around the palace for a few times and couldn't find a chair to sit on, so he simply sat down on the ground. The ground here was covered with a red carpet, and even if he sat there, it wouldn't be too cold. The two above were immersed in their own world, and Ye Chen looked up at the two of them. He had learned a little bit of the human observation technique before, but although he might not be able to see something now, maybe?

Maybe he really saw something?

Ye Chen went to see it with such an idea.

On the throne, the two swords and swords sat side by side. The throne was a very wide seat. The brilliant crystal wall was very consistent with the aesthetics of the Chinese people. It was no different from the dragon chaises that ancient emperors sat on. The swords were sitting on the left and the swords were sitting on the right. The two were accompanied by beauty. The beauty surrounded their necks and smiled gracefully on their faces. Even if the swords and swords and the two were not paying attention to them now, the fake smiles on their faces could not be picked. Ye Chen's focus was not on these two withered flowers. He first set his eyes on the sword's face.

Compared to Jian, Dao's facial features are a little tougher, of course, only relative. Compared with the American soldiers, he is just a little white-faced, and there are often strange thoughts in the drooping eyes of Dao's eyes. The drooping eyebrows and eyes covered his bad thoughts well. If Ye Chen hadn't been good at observing words and expressions, perhaps Ye Chen would have become one of countless people deceived by Dao.

And what is the current state of the knife? His originally drooping eyelids can now be said to be hanging on his mouth, and the next second it seems to melt and drip on the ground. His eyes are always betrayed him. The knife realized this and he didn't want people to know what he was thinking now, so he guarded the window of his soul like this. His mood must be very heavy now. The corners of his eyes drooped, and the corners of his mouth drooped. Every inch of his face, without an inch of smile, was heavy and shackles.
Chapter completed!