"Everyone has already drunk. It seems that I am late."

The appearance of this sound made everyone couldn't help but look towards the source of the sound. They saw a person walking slowly from the door of the main hall.

His body was covered with wind and snow, and his whole aura was extremely cold. He was dressed in a black robe, with firm features, and there were five people following him.

If the person coming is not Leng Er, then who is it?

Behind him are the soft hearts of the Nirvana mercenary group, Little Fatty, Wei Lin, Huo Gang, and Jian Yi.

Leng Er's appearance plunged the scene into a brief silence, and the next moment someone started talking.

"Who is this? Why are you so arrogant? Could it be that he is also attending the banquet this time?"

"You didn't know this, right? He is Lingyou, the leader of the Nirvana mercenary group. It is said that he saved many people during the monster attack on the city."

"Hmph, no matter how many people he saves, can he save as many people as our Seventh Young Master? Isn't he just a pretty boy? Why do you respect him so much here?"

Leng Wuyou's fans were not very happy to hear this. In their hearts, Leng Wuyou was the only myth in the imperial capital, and no one could surpass him.

But this mysterious leader suddenly appeared from nowhere. If he just wanted to rise to the top by stepping on the reputation of their seventh son...

Bah, impossible.

If you want to take advantage of their seventh son's reputation to rise to the top, it depends on whether they agree or not.

When Leng Er heard these people comparing her to Leng Wuyou, she couldn't help curling her lips and rolling her eyes. What's the comparison? They were the same person.

For a while, the main hall became noisy because Leng Wuyou and other admirers joined in.

Seeing the person coming, Emperor Yuwen's eyes flashed and he felt a little unhappy.

He is the emperor. Is this man deliberately disrespecting him by being so unpunctual and coming so late?

Although he was thinking this in his heart, his face was still cheerful.

Emperor Yu Wen smiled heartily and pointed to the right. There was an empty seat there, and it was also a table with room for only one person.

"Hahaha, the leader of the spirit group is here, not too late, not too late, the time is just right, and there is still a seat reserved for you."

"Oh." Leng Er responded, walked over slowly, lifted the hem of her clothes, and sat down.

He looked around the table and saw that everything was filled with delicacies. The dishes were quite good. He frowned at the person following him and asked Emperor Yuwen: "Emperor, do you have any extra here?"

Chair?”

Emperor Yuwen paused for a moment, then glanced at Ruan Xin and the others. He felt relieved and waved his hands with a smile, "It's just a stool for the leader of the spirit group. I naturally have this stool in the palace. Little lunatic can go there more."

Bring me some stools."

"Yes." Eunuch Fenghe responded and left, but he felt resentful in his heart. It's true, His Majesty gave him random nicknames again.

Seeing this, Leng Er nodded lightly, looking very satisfied. When he turned his head, he looked up and saw Leng Wuyou opposite her.

She stretched out her hand and waved towards Leng Wuyou, like a lucky cat.

"Long time no see."

On the surface, it looked like a reunion of old friends, but in fact, a message from her heart was transmitted to Leng Wuyou's divine sea.

"My dear, how are you? I acted well, right?"

Leng Wuyou picked up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip of tea, raised his eyes and glanced at her gently, "Well, soon, isn't this what we are seeing?"

On the surface, the voice echoed, but the voice transmitted from inside was cold.

"If you can't even play yourself, then I would really doubt your IQ."

"My dear, what do you mean by this? Are you saying that my brain is not working well? Hey, don't forget that I am your split soul. We are the same person. If you say that my brain is not working well, you are not talking about yourself.

Is your brain not working well?" Leng Er chuckled and almost couldn't help but slap his own thigh.

"Be careful." Leng Wuyou glanced at her and withdrew his consciousness after saying this.

Emperor Yu Wen frowned slightly when he saw the interaction between the two. These two people?

"Do the leader of the spirit team know the seventh master?"
Chapter completed!