A flat character made of pure gold, domineering and thick black characters, always show the domineering and nobility of Jingtian Aotian's proud son. However, this so-called nobility is a great ridicule in the eyes of Hu Xin.
"Miss, give it to...Fifth Miss?" Qing Yan looked at the center of the lake with a look of disbelief.
Hu Xin sneered indifferently and said lightly, "Yes, do as I say. Go ahead."
"Yes, Miss." Qingyan did not dare to delay, and left the room holding the brocade box.
"Ms. Xia refused Prince Ping's colorful brocade clothes because she was waiting for Mr. Hong's butterfly dance in the sunset." A hearty voice suddenly sounded, and almost at the same time, Mo Chuan drew out the long sword from his waist with a brush, and the black shadow flashed, and the sword flashed.
They were already fighting with the black shadows in the darkness. The two black shadows were fighting fiercely. If the long sword in the opponent's hand was not forged from purple glaze, it would be impossible to tell the difference between friend and foe.
Hu Xin had never known that Mo Chuan's Qing Gong was so powerful. He thought about how he once stood in the distance and took over the screen that Liang Siqian deliberately pushed down. At that time, Mo Chuan left everyone with the impression that he was a man of few words.
ordinary bodyguard.
The person who came was dressed in black, was highly skilled in martial arts, and was holding a glazed purple glazed long sword. Since he mentioned Master Hong, he should be the Black Eagle of the Thirteen Eagles under Master Hong.
The two black shadows continued to fight in mid-air. Mo Chuan was not inferior to Black Eagle in Qinggong, but every time the purple glazed sword in Black Eagle's hand made a move, the purple cold light and the beautiful white moonlight combined to easily interfere.
Mo Chuan's realization, Mo Chuan's moves are quicker than Black Eagle's, but not as ruthless as Black Eagle's.
"If Mr. Hong came as a gift, would it be possible that he would demolish my yard as a gift in return? I didn't say that I would definitely accept the gift!" Hu Xin said coldly, his face as pale as autumn frost.
He just didn't let her have a good rest at night, and he openly beat and killed her in her yard. This Gu Xuanhong was too wanton.
Others thought he was a stomping and shaking figure in Canghan Continent, but she, Xia Hu, thought he was nothing!
When Black Eagle, who was having a hearty sparring session with Mo Chuan, heard what Hu Xin said, he put away his long sword unconsciously, tapped the treetops with his toes, and stood steadily in front of Hu Xin with a beautiful pirouette.
At the same time, Mo Chuan also arrived in front of Hu Xin.
Hu Xin waved his hand to Mo Chuan to get out of the way.
"Miss Xia, Mr. Hong personally selected the butterfly dancing sunset clothes and handed them to Miss Xia. Tomorrow, he will travel to Luoming Mountain. He also hopes that Miss Xia will wear the sunset clothes given by Mr. Hong. At that time, Mr. Hong will also appear in Luo Ming Mountain with
Miss Xia will meet up to discuss life cultivation."
After Black Eagle finished speaking, he carefully took out a palm-sized brocade box from his arms. The box was no more than the size of a palm in the center of the lake, but its workmanship was exquisite and luxurious. It had a red sandalwood base and a rare pink night light inlaid on each side of the brocade box.
The soft warm pink blends into the boundless night, revealing an indescribable mysterious beauty.
Black Eagle opened the brocade box, and a butterfly pattern appeared in front of his eyes. The colorful butterflies were bright and vivid, as if they were alive, as if they could fly out of the brocade box.
"Is this a piece of clothing?" Hu Xin squinted her eyes, but her eyes were as calm as water. Black Eagle couldn't tell whether he was admired or surprised by Hu Xin's An Ran reaction at this moment. If an ordinary woman saw this scene
I'm afraid I've already become so excited that I'm incoherent.
This is a butterfly dancing sunset garment that only took a hundred years to be woven! Why is it so calm and indifferent in Miss Xia's eyes?
