Of course, the chance of this happening is quite minimal.
Ye Chen shook his head and was about to leave, but at this moment, an unsatisfied shout came: "Damn, this little bug costs as much as a million pounds of divine spiritual origin. Damn it, might as well go robbing!"
Accompanying the grumbling shout, Ye Chen's step suddenly hesitated, and his whole body even trembled slightly.
Because this voice was very familiar, deeply familiar, and when he looked back, he saw a flamboyant figure standing in front of the stall selling grilled Jiao dragon skewers.
Dressed in white finer than snow, with a jade crown on his head and a mountain and water fan in hand, no matter how you looked at it, it was the attire of a handsome gentleman. However, this person had a wheat-like complexion, short and neat hair, and regardless of how he was dressed, it all looked so awkward, yet carried an air of ostentatiousness.
