Fantasy Reading Conferred God

Chapter 1685 Known from generation to generation

For countless generations, the traces of the immortals have been cut off from the Pandit star, but the legend of the heroic ancestors remains eternal. From now on, the legend of the ancestor of all gods and father of all living beings has never been known. Earth, year AD.

There are billions of people living on this planet, countless people living in countless cities, some are rejoicing, some are crying, some have gained..., some have lost.

The vicissitudes of history are ultimately elusive because of their age, and the truth contained in the book is sometimes not a fantasy.

China, mainland, on a bustling street, in a modern city.

Living beings come and go, busy, without knowing why or why they want to go.

Ye Chen held a book 708* in front of him. There were all kinds of strange stones, copper coins, and utensils from ancient times. These so-called antiques could be described as diverse.

Guests rarely stop to visit the little stand, which is packed with dozens of stalls, customers, bartenders, tugs and zippers all trying their best to survive. The streets are crowded with dozens of stalls, a bartender, a tug, all doing what they can to survive.

Ye Chen has a young and indifferent face, and a pair of bright eyes staring at the thin book in his hand. It seems that there is nothing in his heart. His eyes are on the book, but his mind doesn't know where to fly.

"Nanzi, you haven't opened the door for three days, right?"

A middle-aged man appeared in front of his booth with a smile on his face, playing with worthless stones and porcelain with his hands, and said with a smug smile on his face: "Are you still watching the charm of the gods?"

"It's just that you have nothing to do with it. As long as you find a book, throw it away." Ye Chen woke up from his meditation, just smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Brother Cheng, how can my stall be with you?" How does that vintage line compare?" Just a mixed meal. "Brother Cheng shook his head and said: "Nanzi, not only did you quit your job, but your girlfriend also ran away. I think why don't you become my friend in the antique business and I'll give you a monthly salary of three thousand yuan? "

Ye Chen shook his head and said with a smile: "Although my parents passed away, they still left some fields in their hometown. In the end, this is not where we live in this city. After a month, I can go back and do some small For business or farm work, I can also go to some ordinary farms." Brother Cheng wanted me to take it, but I couldn't go see this antique. "

"A good city will not stay, but will it become a farmer again? Is it stupid to study?"

Brother Cheng whispered secretly that he couldn't understand this young man and said he was stupid, he was smart, he was stupid, and if he could let Ye Chen go to work in his antique shop, he would save a lot of energy!

You know, these days, it can be really rare to really know the antique industry, and most people just don't seem to understand.

Although the young man in front is young, he has a pair of amazing eyes. For several years he set up a stall in front of his shop and never once did he say he missed the source of the antiques. Why is it any wonder that such people end up going back to farming?
  Brother Cheng sighed and walked eight masters back to his antique shop. Ye Chen smiled slightly and was about to reread the meaning of Hand of the Wind God when he suddenly found a figure slowly walking toward him facing the sun.

Fresh, vulgar, beautiful, and generous, this girl walked in front of Ye Chen with a bright and sunny smile, like an angel who quietly came into the world.

"Well, you don't have to be safe anymore."

(End of this chapter)