Chapter 497: Who is the nemesis

They came to a house, which, like other abandoned courtyards, was covered with grass and broken walls. Instead, very clean.
The gates of the two vermilion gates were half-closed, and there were two big letters on the lintel: Fei Yuan.
The two words are written in a loose and long-winded manner, apparently written by a woman.
The light of Di Shiyin's eyes condensed slightly, turning slightly on those two large characters, and patting slightly under his feet.
Luo Qingyu also saw the two words, and commented casually: "These two words are written by women. Look at the font structure and are lazy. It is estimated that this woman is also lazy, and the word is not good."
Di Shiyin glanced at her: "I never thought you would still look at the character of character."
Luo Qingyu was also different from him: "Of course! This is a homework I once studied."
Emperor Shiyin suddenly ticked his lips and chuckled, "I see this word is a bit like you wrote."
Luo Qingyu raised an eyebrow: "I won't write so badly!"
Her calligraphy has won awards.
Even if the fonts in this world are not the same as those in her world, but after a hard training, she now writes decent characters on this continent. The characters she writes are much stronger than this woman!
Di Shiyin's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled, "Yes, you are not her at all."
His eyes softened, the moonlight was as quiet as water, and his tone was much milder.
Luo Qingyu glanced at him: "Of course I am not her!"
At first glance, these two words are quite a few years old, and I am afraid that the appearance of the plaque is not hundreds of years old.
The woman who wrote this plaque may have been ancient, and the Huangtu Longzhong turned into dead bone
How could it be her?
She always felt that the release of the emperor tonight was a little weird, but she couldn't tell what was weird.
With a sigh, I opened the gate of the courtyard: "Let's go here and see. This small courtyard is quite clean, maybe we can live there, so let's make up for this evening.
The stone-paved path in the courtyard is winding, with rockery on both sides and dotted with pavilions.
An old tree was planted on the left side of the path. Because it was winter, all the leaves on the old tree had fallen out, the branches were sloping, and the dragon stretched into the sky like a dragon.
The corner of the courtyard took a water tank, and the water in the tank was frozen.
The main room is a hug building, the two small windows are still intact, and even the window paper on them is intact.
This small courtyard feels clean, and it looks like there are people living in it.
"Are there people living here?" Luo Qingyu's gaze turned quickly in the courtyard and he said.
"No." Di Shi's answer was short.
"How do you know?" Luo Qingyu raised an eyebrow.
"There is no other breath here except you and me." Di Shiyin stretched out her hand and pulled her closer: "Be careful, there is Jin Longyu!"
Golden Dragon?
Luo Qingyu had a little meal under her feet, she had heard of such a puppet.
According to legend, this kind of cricket loves cleanliness, and there is no trace of dust in the place where it lives.
And this kind of 蛊 field sense is very strong, whoever enters its field will be subject to its fatal attack-