Allure Summoner

For some reason, Hai Furong thought so from the bottom of her heart.

Although Yuling Palace is also one of the three giants in the upper heaven world, it is not worthwhile to conflict with Lingxiao Palace as soon as it comes.

She slowly closed her eyes, Duanmuming, Jun Qianxi, she silently recited these two names in her heart.

Only these two people have such courage, and only these two people can save the current situation in the Emperor's Continent.

She was inexplicably convinced in her heart.

Just like the members of the Lingshan Sect who were tied to the wooden stakes but still showed no fear at all, these two names became a spiritual belief deeply hidden in her heart, and the bitterness at the corner of her mouth was diluted by a slight smile.

As night fell and the lights came on, the quiet and elegant Mingxi Pavilion sounded with the melodious sound of silk and bamboo.

Hai Furong wore a white dance dress, slender and beautiful, dancing under the moonlight, and her wide sleeves fluttered colorfully under the cold moonlight.

Shuai Dongfang was lying on the soft couch, with a faint smile on his lips.

There was a jug of bright red fine wine on the small table next to him. He held the crystal clear cup with one hand, and tapped the table beside him with the other hand, squinting his eyes half-closed, looking fascinated.

At this time, a faint fragrance floated in the air and was blown into the yard by the night wind.

Shuai Dongfang's nose twitched for a moment, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Rong'er, come here!"

Hai Furong's dancing figure stopped, and obediently walked to the side of the couch, the catkin fell into a big hand, and the next moment she fell into his embrace.

Shuai Dongfang's arm resting on her waist increased his strength, and he drank the wine in the glass: "What's the matter with Miss Diewu's late-night visit?"

After his words fell, a figure landed lightly on the wall.

"Young Palace Master Dongfang, you know why you came to the Emperor's Continent this time. If you start a war with Yuling Palace for your own personal revenge and take advantage of other sects, let's see how you explain to Lingxiao Palace!"

Ximen Diewu's body was shrouded in a hazy light, which seemed to be the light emitted by some kind of armor.

Her voice was clear and cold, but it didn't make people feel any sharpness, that kind of lofty tone radiated from the inside out.

Dongfang Shuai turned the wine glass in his hand, and the smile on his face remained undiminished: "If Miss Diewu's late-night visit is to care for me, I will accept this kindness, but I will return all the same words to the girl!"

A cold light flashed across his long and narrow eyes, and the cup in his hand flew to Ximen Diewu at some point.

"boom"

The wine glass shattered.

Ximen Diewu looked at the falling debris in front of her eyes, and the chill in her eyes grew a bit more: "If the Young Palace Master Dongfang insists on doing this, I, Ximen Diewu, will accompany you to the end!"

Before the words fell, her figure had disappeared on the wall.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the next moment, the furnishings in the courtyard of Mingxi Pavilion were blasted into powder by a powerful spiritual force.

Hai Furong has been holding on to the skirt tightly, even though Shuai Dongfang's strength is about to crush her waist, she dare not make a sound, but the obsession with Mingxi in her heart is even deeper.

She would never have thought that the person she was thinking of was no longer anywhere else at this moment, but under Mingxi Pavilion.

According to Jun Qianxi's order before leaving, the underground of Mingxi City has already been covered with secret passages. Mingxi Pavilion is the important place of Mingxi City, and all the secret passages naturally lead to here.

All the juniors from Lingshan School were with Mo Lingfeng and the others, while Jun Qianxi and Duanmuming brought the two little guys to the Mingxi Pavilion.

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Happy New Year folks!