"Do you really think they will be stolen?" Jiang Baimian's voice gradually lowered, and he turned his head to look at the mountain in the middle of the lake island.

There may still be some "unintentional people" living there, who may really know how to ride bicycles.

Without delaying any further, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao rode their bicycles and left the market town on the same road.

At this time, the winter evening has quietly arrived and the sky has dimmed a lot.

After riding for a while, Jiang Baimian couldn't help but look back at the market town where the temple was located.

This town full of ancient charm in the old world is silent and silent in the darkening environment.

For some reason, Jiang Baimian suddenly thought of the evening in Shuiwei Town:

A large number of townsmen returned from the farmlands and the woods in the back. In the square with many "illegal buildings", they started the stove and cooked food one after another. Some of the children who were studying ran around, chasing each other, and some looked at their own stew pots with anticipation...

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I don’t know how long it took, but I returned to the quiet town and the alley where the temple was located.
Chapter completed!