The young man in green cloak stooped a little to make the old woman behind him feel more comfortable, "We are out of the Eastern Spirit Realm, I will make you feel better!"

"I want... I want steamed buns... my head..."

Behind the green cloak, the old woman said intermittently with an angry voice.

The young man's figure suddenly trembled, and his eyes were suddenly filled with tears of the soul. He still remembered that before he met Yan Zangfeng, he would grab a few white-faced steamed buns every day, which would make the dirty girl behind him look extremely bright.

smile.

That smile was the sunshine that illuminated his life in countless dark years.

"It's...cold..."

The old woman suddenly coughed violently.

The young man suddenly felt some warmth on his back, and his heart ached even more, knowing that the woman was vomiting blood again.

The young man in white took off his cloak and put it on the old woman. There was a look of regret in his eyes, "Find a place to stay first. You take care of Aning. I'll go and see how to get to Taixuan Territory!"

The three people, among the slightly crowded crowd, slowly left the ferry connecting to Dongling Realm.

Before they could find a place to stay, they suddenly stopped when they passed a stone arch bridge on both sides of a large river.

In front of the three of them, at the top of the stone bridge, stood a monk wearing snow-white monk robes.

The monk looked at the rolling river in front of him, so that the young man in white could only see the monk's profile.

Handsome.

It's so beautiful that it's almost eerie.

The young man in white turned his head and glanced at the young man in green cloak, and secretly compared the two of them to see which one was the evil one who shamed thousands of women in the world.

The white-robed monk had no Buddhist beads in his hand.

But there was a jug of wine.

The other hand of the monk in white is holding a bright red and delicate oil-paper umbrella in this extremely clear weather.

Um?
Chapter completed!