Ning Zong didn't know why, in such a noisy street, he could hear every word of that young man clearly, even the plain ups and downs and the hook-like ending.
The young man was standing facing him, turning slightly sideways to talk to the third brother. Ning Zong was less than ten feet away from him. From his distance, he could clearly see that the man's waist was slightly twisted, forming a tight waist.
The September sun was still shining brightly, and the man's green hair and half-worn white linen clothes were slightly damp, and his exposed neck and arms were burned red, adding a touch of charm.
Ning Zi stared at the back, as if there was a flower on it.
The man seemed to notice something and glanced in Ning Zhi's direction. The eyes are wavered, the eyebrows are gathered together, a pair of phoenix eyes are sparkling, and the look is romantic.
There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at the charming city and then the charming country. It is clear that the beauty is as beautiful as a painting, but Ning Zhi is like falling into the clouds. In an instant, his face turned visibly pale, which was particularly conspicuous under the September sun.