Urban Madness

At the moment when Ye Fan was carried in his hands, the old man cried out secretly.

But where could he escape Ye Fan, in the end he could only turn around and gave Ye Fan and Di Jiang a dry smile twice.

"Old man, shouldn't you explain to us?"

Ye Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the old man dangerously.

"I... what can I explain?"

The old man rolled his two eyes and refused to admit it to death.

"Didn't you tell me everything? I'm a descendant of Fuxi, and Master Fuxi is also a human being. How could it be possible to live so long!"

But no matter how he explained, Di Jiang and Ye Fan recognized what he didn't believe.

"Old man, we won't hurt you."

Di Jiang looked at the old man helplessly.

He suddenly remembered that after the old man appeared by his side, he unconditionally believed in him, this kind of trust, as if they had known each other a long time ago.

"Human Emperor Fuxi is rumored to have passed away 300 years ago, and you happened to come to me 300 years ago."

Di Jiang looked at the old man seriously.

"I know you won't harm me, but I still want to know why you can't stay in the Guangming Pavilion as your true identity."

Seeing that Ye Fan and Di Jiang believed that they were not Fuxi hopeless, the old man had to admit his identity in desperation.

"I have lied to you before, I am indeed Fuxi."

The old man sighed.

"You also know that the Guangming Pavilion is too messy. After the emperor's heart, I stayed in the Guangming Pavilion for a while. After the Guangming Pavilion stabilized, I left the Guangming Pavilion with suspended animation."

Ye Fan looked at the old man and asked.

"Since you have left the Guangming Pavilion, why do you want to come back and stay here as an unknown person?"

The old man patted Ye Fan's hand that was holding his collar, and stared at him.

"I know that the old man is Fuxi, and I'm so rude!"

Ye Fan curled his lips, looked at the old man, and said to him.

"I care who you are. Here, you are an old man who knows runes."

Hearing Ye Fan's words, the old man was stunned for a moment, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes, but his face still smelled.

"It's not the mess of Guangming Pavilion. I've just been leisurely for less than 100 years, and something happened again. I can't help it, so I had to change my identity to come back and take a look."

Di Jiang looked at the old man suspiciously at this time.

"How do you disguise? How can you keep it from being discovered in this cabinet for more than two hundred years?"

The old man looked at Dijiang with an idiot look in his eyes.

"You really have stayed in Guangming Pavilion for a long time. After a while, please go out and take a walk."

With that, he tore off a layer of jelly-like colloidal substance from his face.

After tearing off this layer of colloidal substance, the old man in front of him suddenly changed his appearance.

If the old man in the past can be described as sloppy, then the old man now is the spokesperson of the word "Xianqi Piaopiao".

But within five seconds of the immortal spirit, the old man threw the colloidal substance into Di Jiang's arms.

"This is fairy soil!"

After looking at the thing for a long time, Di Jiang exclaimed.

"I said that 400 years ago, when the fairyland was born, the Guangming Pavilion dispatched so many people and couldn't find it. It turned out that it fell into your hands!"

Seeing that Dijiang saw the origin of this thing, the old man hurriedly took the thing back like a baby, blew the dust on it, and put it on his face.

Suddenly, the old man changed back to that wretched and sloppy look.