The little skeleton beside him did not seem to notice her arrival, and maintained her original posture motionless.

"Soldier!"

Jun Qianxi shouted.

When she found that there was no sound beside her, she shouted again, but it still didn't sound.

She couldn't help but reach out to take its mask, looking at the steady soul fire, her mouth couldn't help but twitch.

I thought this girl was sad, but I didn't expect she fell asleep.

Waste of feelings.

In the space ring, Duanmu Ming had already prepared autumn clothes for her. She chose one casually, slashed her eyebrows and opened the door.

"Xiao Xier!"

He was wearing a long gown with a crescent moon inlaid with a gold thread, and his soft and flowing black hair was tied up with a white jade hairpin.

He stood in the rain with a greasy paper fan, looking at her with a smile.

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

Her steps moved slightly and came to his side.

The umbrella in Duanmu Ming's hand was placed like her, and he hugged her tightly towards the direction of the hall.

In fact, he can support his spiritual power, block all the raindrops, and keep her airtightly.

But Jun Qianxi loved walking in the ordinary rain. She felt the thunderous heartbeat in her ears, and a charming smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

At this moment, the two of them were close to each other than before.

It's breakfast time now, and the Temple of Pluto is already full of noise.

Jun Qianxi walked past the flying vegetables indifferently and sat in her seat.

Breakfast is her favorite pastry, and the people around her are habitually fed, while she is habitually spoiled by him.

At this moment, she suddenly felt like she had been forever.

The people from the Lingshan Sect had already finished snatching the meal. Mo Lingfeng was about to speak when his father pulled the collar out of the door.

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

Duanmu Ming raised his hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, reached out to wrap his hand around her, and took her into his arms.

Although the square of Duanmu Dynasty was raining in the sky, it still could not stop everyone from watching the battle.

It was faintly that there were a few more people watching the game.

With the arrival of Lingshan Sect, everyone on the field was in full bloom.

Su Meier and Duanmu Rui and the others sat safely on the side. They had already participated in the battle, so this time they sat on the wall to watch.

There was a look of excitement on their faces, and their eyes followed Mo Jingze and others, but they did not find the person they were looking for in the crowd.

At this time, the opponent's war drum had been sounded, and the Baili Dynasty, Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the three forces at sea had been integrated.

Among the ten people they fought this time, six were the primary level of the ninth level, one was the intermediate level of the ninth level, and three were the peak level of the eighth level.

On the other hand, Duanmu Dynasty, there are two ninth-level masters, Duanmu Ming and Jun Wumian, and the next one is Mo Lingfeng, the eighth-level intermediate.

The strength of the two sides can no longer be described as a huge difference.

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

"Your Majesty, it's a competition, and winning or losing is not important!"

Nangong Fenghua comforted him that the current national war only represents the voice of various countries in the Zixuan Continent, and it would be fine if they lost.

"Elder Nangong, you don't know anything!" Duanmu Jue looked at the situation in front of him and couldn't hide it. He looked at the other party weakly and continued, "I signed an agreement before the national war..."
Chapter completed!