It was another setting sun.
In the distance, a dog's sneaky figure sneaked down the slope and arrived in front of lanluo temple.
The person had thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his appearance was bright and full of energy. Although he was wearing a Confucian robe and a Confucian crown, he didn't look like a scholar.
Looking at the meaning in the corner of his eyes and the tip of his brows, he was very much like those scholars who came to the brothels in the evening to wait for good girls.
In fact, he didn't need to dress up as a scholar, but he insisted on it. He even said that scholars, broken temples, and female ghosts were a perfect match, so he could only let him be.
Human world road.
Happy young man.
It was the seventh young master of the Wang family, who had come from Yuhang Town.
Wang longqi stepped into the temple and looked around. He frowned, " "This place is too simple."
