Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

Mu Xijun looked at the figure drifting away, spit out a mouthful of blood and beat it on the ground!

——He will never give up today's shame!

……

This is a gorgeous dance feast.

Most of the nobles at the banquet were born as spirit hunters. Spiritual practitioners have beautiful facial features. Unless they are dead, fat, disabled and ugly, they can maintain a good posture. The slender women and the strong men are light.

At the climax of the dance, the hall is filled with the intersection and flashing of various colors of spiritual power, which is more beautiful than the colorful particle crystal lamp, like smoke and fog, like a fairyland.

But all this has entered the eyes of the stars.

The fingers on his legs unconsciously tapped, and the pair of fascinating golden pupils kept glancing at the side door of the hall, that is, the place before the flower remnant spirit left.

Seeing that the guide waitress came back, but he hadn't seen Hua Canling return for a long time, the face of his high cold Prince iceberg became colder and colder, which made the people sitting next to him nervous, sweating and muttering.

——Lord, what's the matter? Wasn't it okay just now?

——As expected, he is as Moody as the rumor!

Another quarter of an hour later, not only Hua Canling didn't come back, but even the people he sent to follow didn't come back, not to mention Mu Xijun who followed out later, which made Xinghu's heart speculate and angry, burning his calm reason.

——"Even if you die, you won't want me to divorce you!"

——"I won't divorce you, really."

——"Don't you believe me? Or don't you believe yourself?"

——"Or do you not believe that I have changed?"

……

The warm and lingering vows of the past few days are still vivid, but tonight it makes everything a joke.

The star chuckled a few times.

This startled all the people who had been carefully accompanying.

The sudden freezing of the atmosphere made his majesty Xingdi, who had always been in a good mood, feel it. He slightly sideways and said to the baby son who caused the air tension: "san'er, what's the matter with you?"

"Father emperor, please excuse me." Xinglu stood up, saluted Xingdi, and said to other ministers, "please help yourself."

In all kinds of unknown eyes, he opened his long legs, moved very worried and elegant, and actually went to the side hall of the hall very quickly.

Hua Canling!

Don't let me forget again!

Otherwise, I... Will imprison you!

On the edge of the rockery in the back garden, Mu Xijun stood up with pain while cursing.

He had just sat on the ground for self-healing, but it was dark in front of him. He was covered with a fiber bag on his head. Before he had any reaction, he was beaten by boxers like raindrops.

"Ah! Is it spirit? Why hit me?!"

It was originally a raindrop of fist power. When he heard this, it turned into a drum beating on his head, face and body, which made him almost lose his eyes and mouth and beg for mercy:

"Oh! Stop! Stop fighting!"

The unusual beating frightened muxijun: Hua Canling's arrogant person would only beat him as aboveboard as before. How could he do such a thing as sacking? Besides, it seems that more than one person punched and kicked him!

Who the hell is it? How dare you bully him like that?!