White Snake Demonstration Walk

Chapter 67
Time flies, like quicksand, slipping quietly on the fingertips, even if you try your best, you can only grab a few grains of sand.

Often when the wind blows, it disperses.

Unknowingly, the five days had passed, and in the blink of an eye it was the night of the fifth day, and it was time to make an appointment with the City God. I was afraid that this trip would be dangerous, so Qiao Chenan found an excuse to send Huangfuxuan out, and then Sitting quietly in the middle of the inn, waiting for the other party to send someone to invite him.

As the night darkened, thousands of lights lit up in the city, which seemed to be more dazzling than the stars in the sky, but it was actually an illusion in his heart!Just because the light makes people feel a little warm and makes him feel that he is not alone.

The world is not my walk alone.

Qiao Chenan pasted a few talismans on the head of the bed and at the end of the bed, and then fell asleep peacefully, and fell asleep in an instant, as if he had returned to that familiar yet strange world, where steel monsters were rampant and tall buildings stood everywhere.

An ordinary self stands on an ordinary street, with uneven roads under his feet, and an unchanging scene in front of him.

Pedestrians are in a hurry, everyone's face is full of life's exhaustion, they are not happy.

Once upon a time, I was one of them, not so much living as a human being, but rather a special form of tool.

"Please, Qiao Jun, let's go!"

A loud shout disturbed his lucid dream, everything turned into nothingness, everything turned into nothingness.

Qiao Chen'an's physical body was still lying on the bed, but a clear and transparent shadow sat up from his body, his eyes showed his pupils, handsome and cold.

He jumped up from the bed, went out through the window, and saw the ghost messenger with the blue face who had come to invite him that day.Shi Shiran sat in the car and said to himself: It's not too late.

"Qiao Jun, sit still!"

The green-faced ghost yelled, and drove away at a high speed without touching the ground, like a gust of wind passing through the streets and alleys, startling countless hidden ghosts, but Qiao Chenan didn't take it seriously.

Before arriving at Town God's Temple, along the way, from time to time, we saw strange ghosts and ghosts walking towards the temple. Their bodies were filled with agitated breaths, rolling up bursts of evil spirits. At first glance, it looked like a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Qiao Chen was surprised, what a "hero" feast.

Those ghosts were even more surprised. Most of them practiced in Hangzhou. Being invited by the city god Meng Dewei, they naturally wouldn't disrespect the landlord's family. After all, the latter is a righteous god conferred by the underworld.

But he just came here by himself, who is in this car, and even sent a special car to pick him up?

The bronze carriage stopped in front of the temple gate, and Qiao Chenan walked down slowly. When he came here again, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable, but he didn't have the slightest fear, and walked towards the temple with his head held high.

He heard a noisy sound from a long distance away, and when he came to the back hall, his expression changed slightly when he saw the scene in front of him.

The huge room is full of human figures, tall or short, ferocious ghosts standing or standing, laughing and cursing, interspersed with dozens of monsters that have not yet fully transformed, some with dog heads, or fox tails , all retain the characteristics of the ontology.

At first glance, it seems to have come to the underworld.

Noticing Qiao Chen'an's appearance, all eyes in the room were cast on him, with blood-red demonic eyes staring at him closely. If it was an ordinary person, he would have been so frightened that he could hardly even walk.

But Qiao Chen'an just smiled slightly, two blazing rays of light shot out from his pupils, as if he didn't realize it, he came down to the first seat on the right under the guidance of the green-faced ghost, and sat down safely.

There was a sudden commotion in the room, a mouse demon with a slightly wretched face, short stature, but two gray ears said: "Who is this? How dare you sit in the first place?!"

A demon beside him sneered and said: "What do you care about so much, you and I just watch the show!"

The guests came one after another, and after a while, Qiao Chenan suddenly felt a huge evil spirit approaching quickly, and then saw a burly man in a black battle suit appearing in the hall, following the man's appearance, The atmosphere in the hall was stagnant, and there was a faint look of fear on everyone's face.

It can be seen that his status is extraordinary.

The ghost messenger with a green face hurriedly greeted him: "I don't know that the king of heaven is here, the small temple is really full of splendor, please take a seat, king of heaven!"

Qiao Chen'an couldn't help showing a smile on his face when he heard this, he didn't know what kind of monster he was, he didn't know how powerful he was, but his tone was not small, he dared to call himself the king of heaven.

The green-faced ghost messenger invited him to the first seat on the left. The man's face changed slightly, and he looked up at Qiao Chen'an opposite, his eyes flickered, but he refused to sit down for a long time.

In this world, the right is the most respected, it turns out that every time Meng Dewei holds such banquets, he always sits at the first place on the right, why is he downgraded by one level today?
The person on the opposite side was dressed as a scholar, without the slightest hostility on his body, and his pair of pupils stood out. I don't know who he is, but he dared to take his place?

He asked coldly, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Qiao Chen'an looked calm, and said calmly, "Who are you?"

"you!"

The man's eyes were erect, for many years, since he had achieved success in cultivation, no one had dared to talk to him like this, and he was about to explode immediately.

But seeing Qiao Chen'an's calm appearance, he seemed to be indifferent, especially the breath on his body was impeccable, and he couldn't tell the depth, so he forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart, thinking to himself, what kind of extraordinary person is this person?
Having already made up his mind, it won't be too late to make a move after the banquet finds out his identity.

With a cold snort, he stared at Qiao Chen'an coldly, and then sat down reluctantly.

In the back hall, two figures stood side by side. Meng Dewei had been observing the scene in the room. Seeing that the two were not getting along, a cold smile slowly bloomed from the corner of his mouth.

Of course, the location of this banquet was deliberately arranged by him, the purpose was to cause conflicts between the two, and now it seems that it is as expected.

These two are both arrogant and arrogant masters. In his opinion, one is crazier than the other, especially Qiao Chen'an. Although he is gentle on the surface, he is neither humble nor overbearing.But in fact, the arrogance in his heart is more than anyone else.

It's just that this kind of arrogance can't be noticed by ordinary people, and he rarely shows it.

Seeing that the people were almost here, Qi Fang nodded to him, Meng Dewei calmed down, stepped out from the back of the hall immediately, and laughed loudly: "I kept you waiting for so long! If you come down late, you will be punished with three cups!"

The food and drink had been prepared on the table, and Meng Dewei drank three cups without saying a word, looking very proud.

All the ghosts immediately booed and applauded, and many people flattered happily, after all, Meng Dewei was their immediate boss.

"Please!"

Meng Dewei waved his hand and said, sitting on the main seat, all the ghosts were seated. Looking at it at a glance, it was dark and full of ghosts. After looking around, he finally stopped for a moment on Qiao Chenan and the "king of heaven". A disdainful sneer.

Hey, death is imminent, don't know yet!

　There will be another chapter at about seven or eight o'clock in the evening, asking for a few tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)