I really don't like Flamingo

Chapter 309 Gathering
Han Ge's action made the originally slightly stagnant atmosphere more active.

Zi Nu covered her mouth and chuckled, "Then what kind of person do you think you are?"

This time, the lavender stagnation seemed to dissolve and penetrate into people's hearts.

After taking a sip of Zilanxuan's fine wine, Han Ge put the cup on the table and looked at her again, "Which category do I belong to? Shouldn't Miss Zinu have the final say?"

Hearing this, Zi Nu smiled and refilled his drink again. Just as he was about to speak, Han Ge's expression changed.

In his perception, several powerful air mechanisms came from all directions, and the target was Zi Lanxuan.

Under Zi Nu's gaze, he suddenly stood up, seeing Han Ge's reaction, Zi Nu didn't know what had happened.

She tried to ask, "What's wrong?"

Slowly lowering his head, Han Ge retracted his hands into his sleeves, restored his previous expression, and said to Zi Nu with a smile, "It's okay, take the woman in Zi Lan Xuan away and go to Han Palace."

"What happened..."

Zi Nu also stood up, she realized something was wrong.

"Quick." Han Ge's tone was beyond doubt.

After thinking for a moment, Zi Nu took a deep look at Han Ge and said, "Okay, you...be careful."

After speaking, she quickly opened the door and walked out.

And Han Ge sat on the spot, pinching the seal formula in Beiming's magic skill with his fingers, and for a while, dark blue fluorescent lights lingered around him, like stars at night, but they shone brightly during the day.

Those spots of light seemed to resist Han Ge, but Beiming Zhenqi absorbed them into his body in a violent manner.

Han Ge closed his eyes tightly, and opened them suddenly. A nameless gust of wind swept through the room, making his robes rattle, and blowing off the hair crown that Yan Lingji tied up for him in the morning. The silk was scattered in the air, fluttering with the wind.

boom! boom! boom!
The huge wind and air flow forced open the doors and windows of Zilanxuan!

"Ah!" "Ah!"

The women who had just been organized by Zi Nu and walked to the door exclaimed in shock when they saw this terrible scene, and rushed out with their heads and ears in their hands at a faster speed.

Zi Nu stood aside and turned her head, her beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and her long purple hair was violently blown by the strong wind.

But sensing this terrifying aura, Han Ge's burst of aura at this time made her feel terrified even though they were so far apart.

Just because of this, how terrifying should something that can make him change color?
That powerful aura seemed to be only for a moment, and then fell silent.

Those violently trembling doors and windows suddenly stopped moving, only the Zilan Pavilion was empty, and various items were scattered randomly, expressing the horror scene that just happened.

On the streets of Xinzheng, as soon as the shadowy figure straightened his back and looked up at the sky with his hunched body, at this moment, the surrounding building layout seemed to be in a continuous line, criss-crossing.

Everything around him has turned into ink images, and there are phantoms remaining between the movement and the stillness. When you look at the moving things for a moment, they seem to be completely motionless.

He turned into a phantom and moved randomly on the criss-crossing lines, passing by the soldiers patrolling the streets, but they didn't respond at all.

At the same time, in the other direction, a person walks around at will, but everything around him loses its true color and turns into black and white. In the world, only he who walks has color, and he is the only one who moves.

The leaves blown by the wind remained still, the walking people kept moving their legs, and the burning flames were all frozen at that moment, losing their temperature.

But as he walked by, everything returned to normal, as if nothing had ever happened.

A huge black mist is rolling, heading towards a fixed direction...

A figure with an invisible face walked forward slowly, and someone saw it, but as the sound of those high-heeled shoes stepping on the ground sounded, this person forgot what he had just seen...

A huge square tripod, with chains interspersed on it, the sound of fine iron rubbing and rubbing sounded, and a flame was burning on it...

Boom————

A thunder blasted in the sky, and many people raised their heads.

"What the hell is the weather in Xinzheng? It rains and snows later!"

Someone cursed in a low voice.

At this time, on the side of the street, after squatting down and handing out a small piece of cake to a crying child, he turned his head and looked at the orderly street.

But the light in his eyes seemed to have passed through an unknown distance, until he saw a young man sitting cross-legged quietly, he opened his eyes and looked over.

He sighed, shook his head, and stood up slowly, "Why is this, the general trend of the world is fate!"

"Old man, go back quickly, it's going to rain!" A Qin pawn walked by and reminded him when he saw the Confucian costume he was wearing.

"Thank you, let's go." He walked forward, very slowly, but every step was powerful.

Han Ge sat quietly in Zilanxuan, looked at the tea in front of him, shook his head and laughed, and poured himself a glass of fine wine, "There are endless trees in this world!"

rumbling————

Lightning flashed in the sky, and all those strange scenes slowly approached and gathered in...Zi Lanxuan!

They saw each other, felt their auras, and there was no expression on their faces.

It's like a stranger you met by chance, and an old friend you haven't seen for many years.

They all stopped and stood still for a moment, the chains sounded, "I will be the first."

"Hey, I also want to see what the one who disturbed the world looks like." The black mist suddenly shrank and rolled towards Zilanxuan.

The rest of the people were silent for a while, and walked over one by one.

In Zilanxuan, Han Ge leaned against the edge of the table, pouted his head, and glanced sideways at the door.

Stretch out your hand, "One, two, three...six."

Withdrawing his hand, he gave a "tsk", "It's really lively, who asked you to come?"

"In this world, no one can please move us." When the chain rang, there seemed to be a vague figure behind the cauldron, and said.

His voice was like gold and iron, crisp and hoarse.

"Fellow Daoist Han, don't be angry. I'm here just to talk to you." On the other side, the old man with a sense of immortality spoke slowly.

With a wave of his hand, the fallen desks in the Zilan Pavilion could not help but float, and flew in front of everyone.

At this time, the black mist churned violently, and a red light flashed through the black mist. Han Ge saw it and pursed his lips.

Letting out a breath slowly, Han Ge looked at these six people indifferently. Although some of them had never met before, he could guess their identities.

It was those strange faces that made him a little surprised, but it was just a surprise.

"If you're not afraid that I can't help but beat you to death for saying bad things, please go ahead and say it."

Han Ge held out his hand.

　Why don't you guess who's in here?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)