A young man wearing a hat, black gauze, and white clothes flew gently through the air, and finally landed gracefully.
I couldn't clearly see his face or expression, but I could see his white and moist palms, like lotus flowers in midsummer.
Suddenly, behind him, huge colorful flowers bloomed in the sky. The flowers bloomed slowly, and another flower bloomed, blooming in the quiet and deep night sky of Jiankang. The fallen petals were still there.
Threads floated down one by one, and the whole sky suddenly became extremely enchanting.
The colors are gorgeous and colorful. They may be blue more dazzling than Turkish sapphires, or white more clear than falling snow and plum blossoms, or gray more blurry than flying smoke, or purple more bizarre than swaying iris in spring,
Or yellow that is more entangled than a pure daisy, or red that is more charming and delicate than a rose, or green that is more elegant than the duckweed swimming on the Qinhuai River...
Although the young man's face is covered by a transparent black gauze, you can still guess that his skin is like snow and his eyes are like paint, and he is a beauty in the world.
Everyone present, whether they were the crowd watching or the dignitaries who bought tickets, looked at the night sky that suddenly became unusual. They looked at the young man who seemed to come from the horizon. His
Behind him, there was a tiny figure with his head lowered, standing respectfully aside.
The Suzaku King, who had always been aloof, silent and distant, saw him and said respectfully and gently: "I see you, Master."
The young man nodded slightly: "Xiao Qi, thank you for your hard work."
The young man turned to look at the respectful man on the other side who had brought the gift, and said calmly: "Is he here?"
Director Wang looked at this young man. Although he couldn't see his face, he seemed familiar, as if they had met before at some moment.
A smile appeared on Director Wang's calm face: "The priest was preparing a gift for the young master, so he couldn't arrive in time, so he specially asked me to come and congratulate him."
"Yeah." The boy glanced at the box containing the gift, and then responded casually.
Director Wang chuckled: "Master, why don't you ask what's inside?" Although he had never seen him before, but just one glance made him feel respected for some reason, as if he was destined to do so. From the bottom of his heart, he truly respected this future.
The master that he wants to follow for the rest of his life. Although it is strange, it is more of a joy. The Wang family has existed for Feng Fei for generations, and today, he finally has Feng Fei's master in his hands. They have been waiting for hundreds of years.
Now that the world is in turmoil, what they are looking forward to is a wise king to unify the world.
The young man looked at him for a long time as if he had heard something strange, and said softly: "What you should ask is whether you are willing to say it yourself?"
Director Wang was slightly stunned. Although he was a little embarrassed, he was not disgusted and replied: "What's inside is the country."
The young man looked at him through the black gauze, but he could still feel that there was a lot of redundancy in your eyes and a little silence. He said in a delicate and low voice: "Well, I will meet him soon. Feng Fei will take me
Go find him." The young man paused, his pupils suddenly brightened like amber, and said: "You are Director Wang." He used an affirmative sentence without a trace of doubt.
Although Director Wang was surprised, he still replied: "Yes."
It's strange that a smart person could guess what he meant by just two words. Then he understood the gift that the priest had spent a long time preparing.
In the strange silence, the young man suddenly said: "Xiao Qi, it seems that an uninvited guest has come. Remember to clean up, and I will cut the cake."
King Suzaku's eyes turned cold, and the young man's figure walked away gracefully. He set off a special firework in the air, and then many people quietly appeared in the crowd.
Before the young man turned around and walked a few steps, someone shouted: "Young Master Jin, take your life!" It was a man lurking in the crowd who looked like an ordinary citizen, but in his hand was a sharp knife and all kinds of dazzling things.
weapons.
Today is Young Master Jin's birthday. Knowing that he would appear tonight, some of the killer swordsmen who were ready to take action started to take action because of the bounty they could get for ranking first on the mainland list. But they forgot one thing. Back then,
The number one killer in the world is the current Qinglong King Gekong. He is responsible for protecting Junjin's safety. The measures have been prepared to be foolproof. They are too confident and too stupid to choose to take action today and choose to fight with Junjin.
Opposition. They underestimated Jun Jin!
Without causing any confusion among the crowd, those ungrateful people who are greedy for money will have no choice but to come back.
The killing was still going on secretly. In the bloody storm, the peerless young man calmly pushed a modified cart, with a very tall, very large, very exquisite thing on it that was said to be a cake. There was an eighteenth-year-old boy inserted in the cake.
A candle swayed slightly in the breeze.
At this moment, a swordsman from the Jianghu who broke out of the siege, with some scars all over his body, flew up and stabbed the young man with a sword. The young man did not panic and continued to push the cake forward.
It was as if he didn't see it, and he seemed to be dismissive.
The Suzaku King standing aside also had a calm face, without any disturbance.
But when the sword pierced the young man's chest, Director Wang finally couldn't bear it anymore and was about to save him. A stone hit the swordsman's wrist, and immediately the sword was knocked off by just a hair.
The foreign man who had been standing in the corner watching quietly had a wicked smile on his face and said to the strong man next to him: "Tamu, the rumored Young Master Jin is indeed well-deserved."
The man next to him said respectfully: "Young Master is a hundred times stronger than him."
The man covered his mouth and smiled seductively: "Tamu, if you want to flatter me, you don't have to be so unconscionable."
The strong man said calmly: "Isn't this the result that the master wanted when he asked Tamu?"
"Haha," the fox-like man laughed happily: "Tamu, you are so cute."
When he heard the word cute, the muscular man who had always been silent and reserved twitched the corners of his mouth unnaturally.
The charming man looked at the young man standing on a high platform in the distance with a smile, his pupils spreading with laughter, making his branches tremble with laughter.
As if he saw the prey he had been looking for for a long time, he said with determination: "Interesting. One day, I will definitely take him under my control and make him willingly be my slave."
The man next to him said nothing.
The empty moonlit sky seemed to be a little colder because of this weird laughter.