If a person is anxious about immediate benefits, he will be disorganized and there are many unknowns that cannot be seen, which are enough to be fatal.

Qingge raised his eyebrows and toasted Gu Rongzha, "Your Majesty Gu knows the kindness of meeting you, Ye should remember it in your heart. Today, I am the king of Dongzhou, and the East will be unified in the future. The North Spirit realm is not worth fearing, and the North and South continents are brother-in-law."

Gu Rongzha gritted his teeth. As the leader of the Eight Kings over the years, although he had the intention to dominate, he would never dare to go beyond his control.

Ye Qingge's arrogance caught him off guard.

Now he has no choice but to keep his troops in motion and respond to all changes.

Even if his father is his defeated general, how capable is a woman?

If Ji Xunhuan was here, Gu Rongzha would be even more afraid.

Gu Rongzha picked up the wine glass and sang back, "Night Master."

Qingge smiled slightly, and Gu Rongzha couldn't wait to praise her and kill her. Little did he know that it was easy to invite you and it was difficult to send you off. Since she was the night master Dongzhou, she wanted to pull her off from this position, it was not a simple matter.

In the dark, two figures, one red and one black, were silently looking at the feast place, and suddenly burst into laughter filled with mockery.

"Evil King, Gu Rongzha is getting back and forth. It is said that ginger is still old. I think Gu Rongzha is probably moldy." The woman in black robe smiled disdainfully, "What an idiot. The dominance of the whole feast is Ye Qingge, and she is complacent and thought that she could sit in the mountains and watch the tiger without spending a soldier to fight a battle. There is no such thing in the world. Ji Xunhuan's vision of looking at women is really good. Ye Qingge is very wise and wise, courageous and conspiring, throwing out bait, and then pursuing the victory. However, she did not know that her true purpose has never been covered."

A woman in black robe had a black moon between her eyebrows, her lips were black, and there were three black marks on both sides of her cheeks. Her eyes were narrow and long, as dark as dark as ink in the middle of the night.

She turned to look at the man beside her and smiled flamboyantly.

The man was dressed like a fire, with a golden mask on his face. His eyes fell on the woman who was smiling and arrogant.

Years have passed, and she is as bright and charming as ever.

The woman in black robe wrapped her hands around her chest and shrugged, "Listen to the girl Wisteria, are you interested in other people's wives?" The other person in her words was Ye Shengong Ji Xunhuan.

Mo Xie lowered his eyes.

The woman in black robe smiled, "You actually have the side of this young man who is in love with her. I didn't say you, such a good girl, what should I do to others? If I want me, I can't invite you back if I can't come back, so I will tie you back."

"She is not a secular person, and the love in the world is not all love." It is too difficult to be in love with each other. All he can do is to accompany her, soaring up to 90,000 miles, stepping under the foot of the vast mountains and rivers!

Before meeting her, he was also confused, but he was more free and free, and his soul was free and unrestrained. After meeting her, his flower of life had completely bloomed.

He wanted to pursue the world, not only because of her, but also because of the murderous devil in his soul.

The woman in black robe rolled her eyes, "Why do you need to say so much nonsense? After all, it's not that people look down on you. If you want me, I also like Ji Xunhuan, who is unparalleled in evil spirits, is extremely charming, and even spoils his wife." The woman in black robe swallowed her saliva, saying that she wanted to poach her husband at this point.

Mo Xie: "..."

The woman in black robe is Lin Moshui, the sister of Lin Zi Teng, who had met Qingge in the secret realm of Younan.

It is also interesting to name the parents of the two sisters. When she was born, her father was holding a pen to dip ink, so he named it Moshui.

Lin Moshui looked at Qingge with his eyes and couldn't help but say, "However, I like this girl more than Ji Xunhuan. These men in Dongzhou are really cowardly, and they can't even compare to a girl."

Qingge sat on the chair, as if he noticed something, glanced quietly at the void in the dark, and his thin lips were slightly tightened.

At this time, the feast was halfway through, with the sacrificial toast and singing and dancing, and the piano player sat on a yellow sand chair, playing the eternal mourning song.

Qingge narrowed her eyes. Tonight was her night for Dongzhou night master. Gu Rongzha asked someone to play the mourning song?

Although she was already the night master, none of her surrendered.

"Bastard!" Ye Jingfeng shouted angrily, lifted his sword and walked towards the piano master.

The sword pointed at the piano master, and the violent aura was surging like a storm. "The King's Feast, what's your intention to release the sad song of Jiu Niang coming to the moon?"

At the same time, all the other monarchs stood up and tried their best together, and the power gathered together. If the storm that came to the end of the world tear apart the air and trembled violently in the sky!

Ye Jingfeng took a few steps back. When he looked up, thunder thunder rose in his eyes, as if black clouds were rolling, and the wind and rain were falling. His cheeks were covered with deep and terrifying clouds.

The territory of Dongzhou stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and the seven monarchs regard Qingge as their great enemy. At this moment, he was shocked by Ye. As a father, he would become her heaven at any time and become the most unbreakable city wall.

Facing the combined power of the seven monarchs, Ye Jingfeng was not afraid of danger, stood proudly, like a dragon crossing the river, a tiger down the mountain, angrily breaking through the sky, fighting and turning into the sky, all in the thick sword energy.

The sword energy is long and tilted like a waterfall, and I want to welcome the power of you.

Xiao Richen and several other monarchs discovered something was wrong. Ye Jingfeng's strength among the Eight Lords was not the strongest, but the sword energy that Ye Jingfeng burst out today was enough to prove that his strength was more than that.

But you don’t believe it. Even Ye Jingfeng can’t resist it?

Ye Jingfeng is Ye Qingge's father. Now Ye Qingge is going to become the overlord of Dongzhou. They offended Ye Jingfeng before and would never have a good life in the future.

Therefore, they will never give up.

Qingge's eyebrows were lowered, his eyes were clear and mist, and he looked at the tense kings and Ye Jingfeng with a smile.

At least Ye Jingfeng was willing to use his body as a sword to kill all directions, which moved Qingge slightly.

Ye Jingfeng's sword energy and the power of the lords were about to collide with each other. At this moment, a drizzling sound was like the sky. When it suddenly sounded, whether it was the sword energy that was about to come, the wind filled the building, or the power of the lords with thousands of troops, it disappeared in just a moment.

The sound of the piano suddenly rose, like coming from all directions, like the flowing water in the mountain stream slowly falling, like the drizzle falling in spring, the crisp and pleasant sound can wash away the evil things in the world.

Can--

The next moment, the sound of the piano was rapid, and the drizzle turned into a heavy rain. Looking closely, the raindrops were like thousands of sword blades.

Kill the rain!

The wind and clouds do not return, and blood splatters Liuhe!

The Eight Lords of the Feast were all shocked by the momentum.

They looked up and saw the bright moon in the sky, the bright night was shining, and a beautiful and elegant flying spirit bird soared high in the sky. Above the spirit bird, the woman sat cross-legged, holding the Wuxian Fuxi Qin, wearing a cold body as the moon, a pure and pure temperament, with no evil spirit, and a painting-like exquisiteness, three thousand black hairs like ink, and a white dress filled with snow.
Chapter completed!