Jun Qingxin turned to look at Mu Qingyan, with a hint of amusement in her eyes: "Qingyan, I like you, but I don't like my brother. Let's put out the lanterns."
Mu Qingyan was very calm: "I don't like you, you can go alone."
Jun Qingxin expressed her sadness: "Qingyan, you are so reserved."
Mu Qingyan smiled at her and wanted to let go of Jun Qingjue's hand, but Jun Qingjue didn't do what she wanted. His big hand directly took her little hand and held it in his palm.
Mu Qingyan was puzzled: "Brother?"
Her thin lips parted slightly, and there was no emotional change in her purple eyes. She said calmly: "Block the peach blossoms."
Hearing what he said, Mu Qingyan smiled slightly and said nothing more.
Jun Qingxin was already used to this scene. She turned around to leave, but her eyes were drawn to the front.
"Let's go take a look at the front. It seems very lively."
Now that everyone is out, let's have some fun.
There was a faint smell in the air. Jun Qingxin squinted her eyes, raised her eyes and glanced ahead. There was a strange feeling in her heart, but she didn't know why.
Mu Qingyan and Mu Qingyan did not wait, and obeyed the tug in their hearts and walked towards the crowd in front. The feeling in their hearts became stronger and stronger, and their hearts beat slightly.
Jun Qingxin was very puzzled by this phenomenon, and she didn't know how to explain it, so she just followed the feeling in her heart.
When he came to the lake, he glanced at the people on the big boat. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was nothing special about him. He curled his lips and turned around to leave, but when his eyes passed by the ink-colored figure, he suddenly stopped.
The man's skin was as crystal clear as snow, and his pupils were cold, yet extremely holy. His ink hair was flying, his ink robe was windless, and his clothes were fluttering. Under the illumination of the moonlight, the man's body exuded a cool feeling.
Chen's temperament, but the indifference in his pupils was completely inconsistent with that temperament.
Like a god, he is cold and out of the dust, yet makes people afraid to approach him, as if he will be killed instantly if he is stared at by his pair of pupils.
The man in the black robe seemed to have sensed something. He raised his eyes to look at the source of the gaze, and what he met was a pair of gleaming purple eyes.
His eyes narrowed dangerously, and the coldness in his eyes did not dissipate. On the contrary, the chill grew deeper.
The eyebrows, the eyes, and the temperament of the body are all overlapped with the man in the memory and merged into one.
It's him!
The emperor falls to dust!
Jun Qingxin was suddenly startled, and before she had time to think about it, she flew up and flew towards the opposite side of the lake.
Looking at the woman in white flying towards him, the man in black robe narrowed his eyes, turned around and left without stopping, his figure quickly disappearing into the crowd.
"Di Luochen!"
Damn it! Her purple pupils are the best symbol of her identity. Does he still want to leave?
Don't tell her that he didn't recognize her, it's absolutely impossible!
When she didn't get a response from him, Jun Qingxin sped up, chased after the dark figure, and grabbed the man's arm with one hand. The moment she touched the man, her pupils suddenly turned cold, and she turned around and faced him mercilessly.
Zhuojun slapped him with all his heart.
"roll!"
The man's voice was very cold, without a trace of emotion, and penetrated people's hearts like an ice pick.
With a flash of body, Jun Qingxin avoided his attack and said coldly: "I'm not here to fight with you!"
Looking at the strange woman in front of him, the man in black robes had a hint of displeasure on his eyebrows, and his eyes narrowed dangerously: "Don't follow me anymore."