Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian no longer used the invisibility technique and walked on the road.
Both of them are incompatible with the people here, no matter their appearance, height, or dress and temperament. They are like aliens from outside the world (in fact, they are aliens from outside the world). No matter where they go, they attract everyone's attention and onlookers.
They were heading north, which was relatively peaceful and free of war.
The two of them walked all the way to their capital, Pingjing.
The bustling and lively level of Pingjing is not comparable to the small towns they have seen before.
But if we use the standards of the 21st century to measure it, such a huge capital city cannot even compare to a small place like City A.
In the capital, there are many people who come from other places to do business, and there are also many people who are well-developed and slightly taller. The rich and powerful also wear silk clothes.
Yang Zimei and Long Zhutian were finally no longer eye-catching. In addition, both of them wore wax leather masks, which made their faces very ordinary, so they were no longer noticed.
The two of them wandered around casually, looking for novel things.
"Brother, I want that dress!"
Suddenly a clear female voice sounded behind them, with an unquestionable certainty in her tone.
Yang Zimei looked back and was startled.
Behind them stood a man and a woman.
The man actually looks a bit like Long Zhuitian, and is about 1.9 meters tall. The girl next to him in a yellow dress is not like Long Zhuiyue, but she is also tall and slender.
She is fair and dewy, very beautiful and good-looking, and her face is somewhat similar to that of Long Zhutian.
Long Zhutian also saw it.
When I saw that man, his whole body seemed to have been hit hard with a sap, and it felt weird.
The man also looked at Long Zhutian who turned back, with a shocked look on his face.
Long Zhutian wore a mask. He did not see a face that looked very similar to his. Instead, he felt that Long Zhutian was very familiar, and there was a natural emotion permeating it.
"elder brother--"
The girl in yellow saw her brother in a daze, stretched out her hand and pulled his clothes, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong with you?"
The man came back to his senses, looked at his sister, then looked at Long Zhutian doubtfully, and said to Long Zhutian in a deep voice, "Hello, can you please come aside and talk?"
His voice was actually very similar to Long Zhutian's.
Both Long Zhutian and Yang Zimei were confused.
He doesn't have a clone in this dynasty, right?
Long Zhutian nodded.
Under the guidance of the man, the four of them sat in a private seat of an inn.
"What do you want to eat? I'll treat you."
The man looked at the two people and asked.
Since Long Zhutian and Yang Zimei didn't have any copper coins from this dynasty, apart from occasionally nibbling on ginseng whiskers, they never really sat down to eat.
Although they do not need food to replenish physical energy, they still need to eat to satisfy their appetite mentally.
Someone was treating someone, so Yang Zimei politely ordered a few dishes with nice names, but he didn't know what they were.
The man saw her finishing the order and added a few more.
After the waiter left, the man looked at Long Zhutian, "Can you please take off the mask?"
Long Zhutian glanced at him and reached out to wipe off the wax mask.
When the girl in yellow saw his true appearance, she couldn't help but exclaimed, "Why does he look so similar to my brother?"