Allure Summoner

The little skull next to her didn't seem to notice her coming, and kept the original posture motionless.

"Soldier!"

Jun Qianxi yelled.

Finding that there was no sound beside her, she called out again, but there was still no sound.

She couldn't help reaching out to take off its mask, looking at the steady fire of the soul, the corners of her mouth couldn't help twitching.

I thought this girl was mourning autumn, but I didn't expect to fall asleep.

Waste of emotion.

In the space ring, Duanmuming had prepared autumn clothes for her a long time ago, and she randomly selected one and opened the door with a light eyebrow drawn.

"Xiao Xi'er!"

He is wearing a long gown with crescent moon trimmed with gold thread, and the soft and elegant blue silk is tied up with a white jade hairpin.

He stood in the rain with an oiled paper fan, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Looking at the wetness on his shoulders, Jun Qianxi's heart was warmed again.

She moved lightly and came to his side.

Duanmu Ming placed the umbrella in her hand, hugged her tightly and walked towards the main hall.

In fact, he can hold up his spiritual power, block all the rain, and protect her airtight.

But Jun Qianxi fell in love with this ordinary walk in the rain, feeling the thunderous heartbeat in her ears, and a charming smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth.

At this time, the hearts of the two were closer than ever before.

It's breakfast time now, and the Hades Hall is already full of noise.

Jun Qianxi walked past the green vegetables flying all over the sky calmly, and sat in her seat.

Breakfast is her favorite pastry, and the people around her habitually feed her, while she is habitually pampered by him.

At this moment, she suddenly had a feeling of eternity.

The people from the Lingshan faction had already finished grabbing the food, and Mo Lingfeng was about to speak when his father grabbed him by the collar and walked out the door.

At this moment, only the two of them were left in the hall.

Duanmuming raised his hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, reached out to embrace her, and brought her into his arms.

In the square of the Duanmu Dynasty, even though it was raining in the sky, it still couldn't stop the enthusiasm of the crowd to watch the battle.

Faintly, there were a few more people watching the battle.

With the arrival of the Lingshan faction, everyone on the field was boiling.

Su Meier and Duanmurui sat on the sidelines peacefully, they had already participated in the battle, this time they sat on the sidelines and watched.

There was a little excitement on their faces, and their eyes followed Mo Jingze and the others, but they didn't find the person they were looking for in the crowd.

At this time, the opponent's war drum has already sounded, and the integration of the Baili Dynasty, Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the three forces on the sea has been completed.

Among the ten people they played this time, six were ninth-level juniors, one was ninth-level intermediate, and three were eighth-level peaks.

On the other hand, for the Duanmu Dynasty, Duanmu Ming and Jun Wumian are two ninth-level masters, followed by Mo Lingfeng, an eighth-level intermediate.

The strength of the two sides can no longer be described as disparity.

Duanmujue kept rubbing his hands on it, walking back and forth, showing his uneasiness.

"Your Majesty, this is a competition, winning or losing doesn't matter!"

Nangong Fenghua comforted at the side, the current national war only represents each country's right to speak in the Zixuan Continent, even if they lose it doesn't matter.

"Elder Nangong, you don't know something!" Duanmujue hesitated to speak. Looking at the situation in front of him, he couldn't hide it after thinking about it. An agreement was signed before…”

Nangong Fenghua's half-closed eyelids suddenly opened, and he looked at the bright yellow man with a slightly heavy voice: "Say!"