It can be said that Nan Jun suffered an unreasonable disaster. Faced with Gu Rongzha's sudden anger, he was too embarrassed to speak out.
He looked at the broken Dai Liu Jade Pendant on the ground, and was extremely confused as to what kind of god could take the Dai Liu Jade Pendant away from him without knowing it.
Gu Rongzhaoxu narrowed his eyes and looked at Qingge.
What he wanted to know was whether Ye Qingge had been prepared for it before, or whether it was a sudden and temporary approach.
If it was a sudden move, then Ye Qingge could steal the jade pendant, which shows that his strength is endless.
It is said that Ye Qingge can create a legend by possessing rare treasures. Looking at it now, the rumors are not false.
"Ye Lord, what are you doing standing here? Why don't you take a seat?" Qingge took a sip of wine, raised her eyes and looked at Ye Jingfeng, and said calmly.
The night terrors were full of complex eyes and melancholy thoughts.
His daughter is stronger than he imagined.
Ye Jingfeng simply walked to the chair with a big and bold step, put the long sword on the table, and sat down.
"The matter about the Qiankun Bracelet seems to be a misunderstanding. This Dailiu Jade Pendant..." The end of the song was long-drawn out, but it was meaningful. When her eyes turned around and fell on Nanjun, Nanjun suddenly felt oppressed and suffocated, and his back and forehead
And the cold sweat on his cheeks trickled down.
Qingge paused for a long time, then changed the topic and said with a smile: "I believe that the Southern Lord will not do such dirty things. Even if the value of the Qiankun Bracelet is coveted, as the Lord of the Lord, you must have it."
Appropriate."
Qingge's heartfelt words seemed to be to excuse Nanjun's words, but in fact, they unknowingly pushed Nanjun to be the target of public criticism.
It is this kind of mysterious speculation that makes everyone doubt Nan Jun. In this way, Ye Jingfeng's suspicion is completely cleared.
He sang softly, smiling but not smiling, and rubbed the delicate lines on the wine glass with his fingertips.
Gu Rongzhao angrily tossed his sleeves and sat on the chair.
"Gu Jun, Gu Jun..." The waiter came in a hurry, knelt on one knee, raised his hands, and said in a voice that everyone at the banquet could hear: "Gu Jun, Mr. Wang is here."
"Which prince? Wang Qinghong, who is second on the training list?" Gu Rongzhao was surprised, stood up immediately, looked at Xiao Richen with a smile, "Old Xiao, your adopted son is here."
Xiao Richen pursed his lips and smiled lightly, nodded slightly, and stood up with Gu Rongzha to greet Wang Qinghong.
The Royal Palace is the top wealthy family in the realm of the gods. These wealthy families span the two continents of the north and south.
Wang Qinghong is the only young master who can inherit the position of the head of the Wangfu family for at least the next five years. He is the youngest head of the top wealthy family.
Such a person can make the sun and moon dim, and is born to be admired by all people.
Gu Rongzhao greeted him with a smile, but he couldn't help but look at Qingge from the corner of his eye.
The grudge between Wang Qinghong and Ye Qingge because of the Broken Edge Divine Bow spread throughout the Gods' Realm. Otherwise, Ye Qingge's identity and strength would have been scrambled by all the major forces. The reason why the major forces stood still and did not respond.
It's not that I'm afraid of offending the Wang family and not getting any good results.
Otherwise, Ye Qingge can at least be in the top three of the training list, and can go to the divine realm to further study the training index.
It's a pity that there are sects suppressing them in the Divine Realm.
The reason why the Wang family has a pivotal position among the top wealthy families is not because of the inextricable relationship between the Wang family and the clan.
"Qing Ge, it's You'er!" Liu Yan'er said in a low voice.
Qingge narrowed her eyes and still rubbed the lines of the wine glass with her fingertips. After a long time, Qingge raised her head, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
She turned her head and raised her eyes, and saw the girl next to Wang Qinghong. She was wearing a black robe, but her face was expressionless. There was a black moon totem between her eyebrows, and the incomplete lower part of the black crescent moon seemed to be covered in scarlet.
The raging fire burned and devoured her. She was unsmiling and stood with her back as straight as a green pine, like a murderous weapon that had stood for thousands of years.
You'er wears a high ponytail, wrapped with a dark fringe ribbon, and the bottom of the black robe is embroidered with snow-white crows using fine silk.
Her eyes were ruthless, cruel, bloodthirsty and indifferent. If you looked carefully, there seemed to be no focus.
Once a master and disciple, now a stranger.
Between them are the lives of tens of thousands of innocent souls in Tiandiyuan.
Ye Qingcheng glanced at You'er indifferently, "She has evil intentions."
"Her heart was ripped out." Qingge closed her eyes.
Evil intentions?
No, that's not Yu'er's heart.
Youer wants to spend his last days wandering around the world and die in any corner of the world. Before he dies, he can see the most beautiful scenery in the world.
But in the end, she became a murder weapon in the hands of others.
Qingge's hand slowly held the wine glass, and her long slender fingers exerted slight force, until she suddenly tightened her grip, and with a snap, the wine glass shattered, and the sharp fragments cut into the skin and flesh of her palm, leaving her bloody and bloody, but she was completely unaware of it.
Ye Qingcheng looked back, pursed her lips, and took out the snow-white Supa to bandage Qing Ge, but Liu Yan'er took the first step and quickly tore off the fabric of her clothes, grabbed Qing Ge's hand, and used her cold hand to wrap it up.
The power of ice shattered the fragments in the wound, sprinkled with hemostatic powder, and wrapped Qing Ge's wound with soft cloth.
"Does it hurt?" Liu Yan'er asked, feeling extremely distressed.
Only she knew that Qingge would not cry or make trouble when something happened, but she was also a girl in her early twenties, and there were times when she couldn't hold on.
At this moment, Qingge will use the stimulation of blood and pain to motivate herself, making herself more awake, wise and calm.
Ye Qingcheng held Supa's raised hand and froze in mid-air. She looked at Qingge's hand held by Liu Yan'er, and then at Supa in her hand. Ye Qingcheng opened her mouth, wanting to speak.
In the end, he pursed his lips, smiled slightly, put down his hand, and took Supa back.
She sat upright, her eyes shining slightly.
An indescribable feeling.
It was like someone had torn a hole in his heart.
It's like the bone marrow is gradually being withdrawn with clear feelings.
It was as if the sunny sky was suddenly covered by darkness.
My heart hurts a little.
…
Lin Mo Mo blinked in the dark and observed the strange atmosphere between Qingge and the three of them.
Lin Momo touched his chin, his eyes darkened, and he pretended to be thoughtful. After a long time, he said, "Xiao Xiexie, you have many love rivals, both men and women."
Mo Xie: "..." What can he do? He is also in despair.
Lin Mo Xie patted Mo Xie on the shoulder, sighed, and comforted: "Don't think about it, you have no chance."
Mo Xie pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look at Qing Ge.
She has always been like this, radiating a boundless light, making people unable to help but follow her and gather towards her.
Thinking of this, Mo Xie suddenly felt sad for Ji Yue.
Men, it's about a fight.
Women are troublesome.
Mo Xie suddenly felt like he was gloating over someone else's misfortune.
Night allure...
Mo Xie whispered the name softly, with a hint of interest on his lips.
Mo Xie turned his head and looked at Wang Qinghong, with a killing look in his eyes.
This time Wang Qinghong not only brought You'er, but also dozens of powerful phantom masters.