Chapter 1678
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Three days later, at the Imperial Capital International Airport.
Ye Zhou wore a set of exaggerated hip-hop style clothes and slowly walked out with the flow of people exiting the station.
There was a black earpiece hanging around his neck.
The white skulls on both sides of the earpiece were particularly eye-catching.
He was wearing a baseball cap with the brim pressed low, covering most of his face.
"Hello, where are you going?"
Ye Zhou didn't want to talk to strangers. He reached out and handed the address to the taxi driver.
The taxi driver looked at the address and smiled. "Please fasten your seatbelt. We're leaving."
Ye Zhou sat in the car and looked at the scenery outside the window.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the Imperial Capital.
At least, it wasn't as unfamiliar as he thought.
All these years, he had been studying the relevant information about the Imperial Capital.
But no matter how much information he had, it couldn't compare to seeing this ancient and fashionable city with his own eyes.
After leaving the airport, the Night Continent felt a natural closeness to this city.
The taxi couldn't enter the neighborhood.
The taxi driver dropped Ye Zhou at the entrance of the neighborhood.
Ye Zhou took some money and handed it to the taxi driver before walking into the neighborhood.
"Sir, you can't go in."
Ye Zhou looked at the security guard in front of him.
"I'm a resident of Villa Number One."
"Then please wait a moment. I'll contact Villa Number One."
Ten minutes later, Ye Zhou stood in front of Villa Number One.
Ye Qingkong was stunned when she saw Ye Zhou. She didn't expect to meet Ye Zhou here.
Moreover, Ye Zhou was dressed so young that he looked like a sunny little shota.
"What happened to your face?"
Ye Zhou saw the faint wound on Ye Qingkong's face at a glance.
It was as if someone had made a flaw in a perfect work of art.
Unhappy (`Δ`)!
"Gu Yancheng did it."
Ye Qingkong was also shocked when she saw the wound on her face in the mirror.
She thought that the wound would gradually recover, but she didn't expect that there would still be a wound on her face that was neither deep nor shallow.
"Did you provoke him?"
Ye Zhou's voice sounded.
Ye Qingkong nodded reluctantly.
"What happened?"
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