Yiqing's mouth was filled with pastries, like a starving ghost was reincarnated. He raised his little head and blinked cutely at Yi Xiu Jingchi. "Huh?" Suddenly, he was stunned and turned stiffly to look at His Highness the Highness of the Ultimate, whose deep eyes were covered with air conditioning, "Woo..."

Yiqing Wu moved his little hand and stroked his chest, raised his hand and picked up a wine glass in front of him and drank it. "Huhh... I almost choked to death," Suddenly, he lowered his eyes and looked at the wine glass in his hand, slowly put it down and then folded his hands together, "Amitabha..."

Shangguan Fengze twitched his lips, glanced at the little monk who had been drinking at Amitabha Buddha and said, "It's been finished, and the rules have been broken."

Yiqing turned his head and looked at Shangguan Fengze. His chubby appearance on his face had not changed. He said, "The little monk just wants to say that the wine is too bad, it's not good," then raised his head and stared at Shangguan Fengze, grinning, "Look at your face, the love road is bumpy, and it takes a bright future to fully realize the enlightenment of escaping death."

Yi Xiujing Chi raised her eyebrows, her love path was bumpy? She glanced at the chanting in the corner of the last, then moved her eyebrows slightly and looked at the wine glass in front of her, and said, "Xiao Yiqing, you are using my wine glass."

Yiqing was stunned, lowered his little head and looked at the wine glass he had just used on the table. He curled his little mouth and looked aggrieved. He secretly glanced at the corner of his eyes in the direction of someone above. Sure enough, the air conditioning became heavier, and the cold air in his eyes was dense, as if a cluster of black fog was shrouded around him.

Qin Wan's eyebrows were frowning and his eyes were full of cold light. The little monk actually used Achi's wine glass! He was quite gritting his teeth and actually used Achi's wine glass! That was Achi's! She still had never used it!

He aimed at Achi's bright red lips, and suddenly, he aimed at the bald little monk with a shiny head beside him. Suddenly, the clouds were covered with clouds, as if lightning and thunder were coming.

A white dress fluttered, like a fairy-like figure in Tianxin held a white umbrella in his hand and slowly fell from the sky. The white silk in his hand flew with the twisting of his waist. He was like a fairy descending in a row. His gentle figure, a figure as a swimming dragon, jumping like an elf.

The white figure danced, and petals fell from the air, as if the starlight was scattered with light. The charming figure slowly put away the white silk and rose into the air, and the spiral flying rose in an instant, as if it was dispersed in the air, and it was like a flower scattering and falling like a fairy.

The moment the music fell on Tianxin's feet, it suddenly stopped, and the cooperation was seamless.

A dance is as beautiful as the heart of a fairy heaven.

Her skin is as creamy as fat, her eyes are as dark as eyebrows, and her figure is as delicate as a figure. Her two-headed peaks, which are swaying slightly under the tulle gauze. Her slender waist is tightly attached to the white belt, and her perfect appearance is as unreal as a fairy, and she is in love with the shocking dance.

The sound was as clear as a nightingale, but with a hint of tenderness as water, he bowed slightly: "The Heavenly Heart of Lingge pays homage to His Highness, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years, Thousand Years

"Premium," the wise king smiled slightly, and a dark light flashed across his eyes, "People, you have a good vision."

The Pavilion Master smiled heartily and said, "Your Highness Xianwang, this Tianxin is my wife's adopted daughter. She has loved dancing since she was a child. She once knelt in front of a dancer's door for three days and three nights to ask for a teacher."

"Husband, Xin'er is also a little tired. Let Xin'er sit down and rest first." Tianque'er, the wife of the first table on the west side, was wearing a black and yellow robe. Time left traces on her face, but it could not stop her once beautiful face, as if time had added a bit of mature grace to her.

Jing Hai frowned, turned to look at the Pluto on his left hand, and coughed lightly, "Your Highness Pluto."

Not moving as a mountain.

Jing Hai looked a little embarrassed. Just now Tianxin saluted to the two nobles, but only His Highness the Virtue King responded. His Highness on the left did not even respond to a word. It was really rude that he asked Tianxin to sit down directly!

But he called out, but he couldn't get a response from His Highness Pluto!

Really drunk too!

Why did this Holy Dynasty Killing God come this time?

"Get out!" Qin Wan held the silver face with one hand, and the lower silk hid the look under the mask. At this moment, she stared straight at the male beside her woman, the little monk Yiqing.

Just as he saw him leaning comfortably beside Ah Chi, using his woman's wine glass, Qin Wan couldn't help but say it directly, saying that he was saying that the brat got out of here!

"Get out!" Qin Yan's murderous aura was filled with cold eyes, and he stood up directly. The shadow master beside him was now the personal guard of the King of Pluto, and he stretched out his hand to hold his prince, "Prince, Tianxin danced to you, I have not yet stood up!"

Qin Wan looked back at the shadow master, then looked at Tianxin who was still bowing below Jing Hai. "Yeah," sat down slowly, and then there was no sound.

Jing Hai's mouth twitched, and Tian Xin, who was sitting under him, looked embarrassed, as if he was about to cry, slowly stood up, and looked towards the direction of the superior wise king with tears, "Tian Xin retreated."

The wise king's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled slowly and said, "Miss Tianxin, don't have to worry about it. My fourth brother is so kind, and not many people can get my fourth brother to respond."

Tianxin smiled slightly when he raised his eyes, looked at His Highness Xianwang with tender eyes and said, "Thank you, Your Highness Xianwang, and comforted him." He slowly retreated and sat behind Tianqueer. When he raised his eyes, he happened to see His Highness Xianwang, with his eyes facing each other and slowly moved away.

Tianqueer glanced at Tianxin deeply, then turned his eyes and looked at Tian Donghai, the head of the Tian family, who was his brother, and took a sip of tea.

"By the way," Tianqueer raised his eyes and looked at the direction of Takizawa Villa opposite, and asked Yi Xiujingchi, "Master Takizawa Villa, this person beside you is Miss Xiumo, the legendary daughter of the Holy Dynasty Prime Minister, right?"

Shangguan Fengze's eyes flashed slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the wife of the pavilion opposite and replied: "Miss Jing is a guest of my villa. The wife should know the principle of not using people to doubt people. How could this owner check his identity? Madam is making things difficult for me."

Tianque'er paused slightly, then smiled slightly and said, "It was my wife who took the liberty, but," with a hint of embarrassment on her face, "It's just that this is about the trace of my young master of Lingge, so..."

The voice stopped, and he looked in the direction of Yi Xiujingchi with a worried look. The cold light in the depths of his eyes stared at Yi Xiujingchi's eyes tightly.
Chapter completed!