For some reason, Hai Furong thought so in her heart.

Although the Imperial Spirit Hall is also the three giants in the heaven world, there is no need to make a conflict with Lingxiao Palace as soon as it comes.

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

Only these two people have such courage, and the current situation in the Emperor Continent is only these two people who can save it.

She had inexplicably firm belief in her heart.

Just like when the Lingshan Sect was tied to a wooden stake but still had no fear, these two names also became a spiritual belief hidden in her heart, and the bitterness at the corners of her mouth was diluted by a smile.

As night falls, the lights are on, and the quiet and elegant Mingxi Pavilion sounds pleasantly with silk and bamboo.

The sea lotus is wearing a white dance dress, the slender and beautiful dances in the moonlight, and the wide water sleeves are flying colorfully under the cold moonlight.

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

There was a pot of bright red wine on the small table next to him. He held a crystal clear cup in one hand, and tapped the table next to him with the other hand, half-squinted his eyes and looked intoxicated.

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

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

"Rong'er, come here!"

Hai Furong stopped dancing and walked obediently to the soft couch. The soft couch fell into a big hand. The next moment she fell into his arms.

Dongfang Shuai's arm that fell on her waist increased its strength, and the wine in the glass drank all over: "What's the matter when Miss Butterfly Dance visits late at night?"

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

"Young Palace Master Dongfang, you know what you are doing to the Emperor Continent this time. If you start a war with the Imperial Spirit Hall for your own personal grudges and thus make it easier for other sects, it depends on how you explain to the Lingxiao Palace!"

Ximen Diewu's body was covered with a hazy light, as if it was a light emitted by some kind of armor.

Her voice was crisp and cold, but it made people feel no sharpness. The tone of high above was emitted from the inside out.

Dongfang Shuai turned the wine glass in his hand, and the smile on his face remained unabated: "If Miss Diewu visited late at night, she was so concerned about her intention, but she would like to give her all the same words back to the girl!"

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

"Bang"

The wine glass shattered in response to the sound.

Ximen Diewu looked at the fragments falling in front of her eyes and felt a little more chilling: "If the young master of Dongfang insisted on doing this, I, Ximen Diewu, will accompany you to the end!"

Before her words could be finished, her figure had disappeared from the wall.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the next moment the decorations in the yard of Mingxi Pavilion were blown into powder by a powerful spiritual power.

Hai Furong kept holding her clothes tightly. Even though Dongfang Shuai's strength almost cut off her waist, she didn't dare to say anything, but her obsession with Ming Xi became deeper.

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

According to Jun Qianxi's order before leaving, the underworld of Mingxi City was already full of secret passages. Mingxi Pavilion is the main area of ​​Mingxi City, and all secret passages naturally lead here.

The junior brothers of Lingshan Sect were with Mo Lingfeng and the others, while Jun Qianxi and Duanmu Ming took the two little guys to Huanglong to Mingxi Pavilion.

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Chapter completed!