Another silent night, qingluan peak is quiet.

Under the old tree, Chu ling'er sits gracefully with a smile, which shows the tenderness of her daughter's family.

Ye Chen, on the other side of the two Zhang place, supporting an easel, holding a brush, a stroke of the outline.

The atmosphere is really romantic and enviable.

However, when you go to see ye Chen's painting, the so-called romance is only left. The painting is really fragrant and gorgeous.

Chu Ling was wearing clothes, but what he painted was naked, and the whole thing was a portrait of a body.

Besides, the painter, absolute master, portrayed the white body of Chu Ling to perfection, which was charming.

This sentiment, this pursuit, this realm, really no one.

It is worth mentioning that every time the goods are painted, the small tent on the lower body will be held up for a minute, and the board will be full of words.

"Not yet?" Chu Ling did not know how many times to ask.

"Don't worry." Ye Chen said, and outlined a stroke, then back two steps, touch chin appreciation, "good."

"For more than three hours in a painting, do you mean to amuse me?" Chu Ling didn't believe it and came over rubbing his neck.

When she saw the picture, she was struck by thunder.

Is this her? Yes, it's her. The naked Chu ling'er has the best figure, which should be convex and should be warped.

All of a sudden, her cheek was red to the top. I don't know whether she is shy or angry. You have been painting me naked.

"Not bad!" Ye Chen throws away his brush and shakes his head in a natural and unrestrained way. After finishing, he does not forget to purr his hair.

"Ye Chen." Chu Ling was mad and stamped his feet.

Her scream was magnetic, and the decibels were so high that everyone in her sleep suddenly sat up.

Too many people probe and look at qingluan peak with strange expression.

The couple are really restless. They don't sleep in the middle of the night. They are so surprised that we can't sleep.

Qingluan peak on the lively, ye Chen rolling ahead of the run, Chu Ling carrying the iron bar, put the back to chase.

Shame, too shy, know he is shameless, did not expect so shameless, ridiculous is, she is still very cooperative.

"Why don't you draw mine?" Ye Chen grinned.

"Do you want to be shameless?" Chu Lingyang's stick will be hit.

"Stop." Ye Chen waved his hand, suddenly stopped, looked up at the stars, and looked at his body, there is light.

Don't say, Chu ling'er really stopped, raised the iron stick, fixed in the air, quietly looking at the light on Ye Chen's body.

Ye Chen's body... Is illusory, the psychic contract brand is manifest, a mysterious force, wrapped his body.

Obviously, Qingchuan is the host of the heaven... Li Chuansheng is in Qingchuan, but the psychic contract is in Ye Chen's body.

"I'm leaving." Ye Chen smiles, gently caresses Chu Ling's cheek, the obscene expression disperses, the full eye's warmth.

"Be safe." Chu Ling is not angry, the previous shame and anger, also because of Ye Chen's words, instantly disappeared.

"Wait for me." Ye Chen smiles and covers his face with a ghost mask. He is a celebrity, but he doesn't want to be seen and cause unnecessary trouble. He is also at ease with the mask.

"You like it so much. Take it away!" Chu Ling stares at one eye, the picture scroll that she that bares body... Thrust over.

"My daughter-in-law gave it to me. I have to take it." Ye Chen laughs straight and takes it into his arms. It's a baby.

After that, his body became transparent, and then turned into a ray of light, which went straight into the sky and disappeared in an instant.

Chu Ling raised his head and gently waved his hand. His heart was empty.

After experiencing life and death, I don't want to separate again, even for a few months or even a few days. I don't want to just look in my memory.

Angelica dahurica, mingjue, qingluan and Zixuan are all here.

Before the three-day time limit arrived, Li Changsheng was mostly in danger. He had no choice but to summon Qingchuan to help him.

"The universe will be bustling." He sighed.

This sentence, however, no one refutes it, but agrees with it.

Who is Ye Chen, a born living treasure and also a born God of war, his existence confirms a truth: where to go, where to be lively.

This time back, with his urine, do not make the world chaos is strange, do not dry Honghuang big family, is not ye Chen.

Here, ye Chen's consciousness drifts away and only feels his body twisted.

He is in a mysterious channel, the flow of light, reverse chaos of time, but also subvert space.

It's the first time he's been channeled. It's really fresh.

Psychic skills are unconventional. There is no field of vision or domain. However, it is still a big level lower than that of the emperor.

Soon, he was pulled out of the passage by a mysterious force.

Again, it is a group of mountains, towering peaks, towering ancient trees, and occasionally heard the roar of monsters.

Ye Chen stands, gently looking up, slightly closed eyes, let the stars fall, only greedy to absorb the breath between heaven and earth.Long lost feeling, long lost breath, comfortable enjoyment.

He did not need to ask, it is clear that this is the sky, the breath of hometown, still so kind, still so warm.

This moment, the hard heart also melted, excited to cry, all the way through hardships, finally came back.

"Who are you When ye Chen enjoys it, an untimely word rings out, and the tone is still full of doubts.

The speaker was a young man who clubbed at Ye Chen's side.

His white clothes and purple hair, his appearance is very ordinary, nothing unusual, his cultivation is not very high, only quasi saint, or junior.

Yes, he is Li Changsheng, the host of Qingchuan. He is the one who uses psychics, and he is also the one who channeled Ye Chen.

However, to his dismay, this is not his psychic beast, his contract spirit beast is a qingluan.

What's more, who is the masked man that he channeled out! All doubts turned into two words: muddled.

"You are Li Changsheng." Ye Chen side Mou looked over.

"It's... It's me." Li Changsheng nodded, his expression was a little apprehensive, as if from ye Chen's body, smelled the terrible breath.

"Where is this?" Determined the identity, ye Chen continues to ask.

"Red star." Li Changsheng replied that he was a bit confused by the whole. Your sister's, who asked who in the end!

"How far is it from xuanhuang?" Ye Chen then asked.

"Well, i..."

"You two tease me! What about fighting? Can I have a snack Li Changsheng was interrupted before he finished his speech.

Ye Chen saw the opposite, still clubbed three people, a black robed youth, a purple robed middle-aged, and a white robed old man.

The three men were all bloody, fierce and fierce. They carried the sword and were as fierce as a robber with three blade tips licking blood.

Li Changsheng clutched the sword in a hurry, and his forehead was sweating.

Ye Chen picks up his eyebrows and looks at the three people in front of him with great interest. All of them are quasi saints. No wonder Li Changsheng is psychic.

"Who are you! What about Qingchuan? " Li Changsheng was staring at the opposite side, while transmitting Ye Chen, "what situation."

"Stay, baby. Go away." Ye Chen didn't go back to Li Changsheng. He said this to the three people on the opposite side. He was very brave.

"Hey The young man in black quit and went to the sky one step at a time. He didn't say a word more, and Ling Tian was a sword.

Ye Chen did not speak, only casually raised his hand, wiped out the sword, and the black robed youth also flew out.

This flight, I do not know how far away, like a streamer, all the way down a dozen mountains, before falling down.

This time, the world is quiet. Not only Li Changsheng on his side, but also the middle-aged and old people opposite him are shocked.

As long as you don't have water in your head, you know ye Chen is not simple, and the weakest one is also a saint.

"You... Who are you?" Purple robe middle-aged and white robed old man shivers all over, looking at Ye Chen a retreat again and again.

Miscalculation, serious miscalculation, this is the situation of absolute suppression. Who ever thought that Li Changsheng's psychic people should be so worried.

Compared with them, Li Changsheng was excited. The lineup of two against three, who wanted to communicate with Qingchuan, could escape at the worst.

Can see this scene, in front of this person, more than Qingchuan hanging.

For a moment, this guy's waist is straight. No matter who ye Chen is, this is Laozi's psychic.

Speaking, ye Chen has waved, still backward middle-aged and old, on the spot kneel, two big characters pasted on the ground.

"To answer my question, how far is it from xuanhuang Ye Chen received the treasure and continued to ask questions.