Under the quiet and peaceful moonlight, Murong Minglan supported her junior brother and walked slowly on the way to the room.

Lanterns are lit between the courtyard and the aisles, and the light of each light guides passers-by and spreads towards the front.

"Ah~~~!Woohahaha...... Delicious...... Delicious...... Can I still ...... Can you eat...... Hahaha......"

Murong Minglan frowned, with disgust in her eyes. But the teacher's order was difficult to disobey, so he still supported this junior brother and continued to move forward.

Along the way, Qin Yuesi kept saying some messy drunken words, and at the same time seemed a little uneasy. This made this senior brother extremely embarrassed, and the strong smell of wine emanating from his body made Murong Minglan want to hold his breath.

But soon, this torturous route was finally completed, Murong Minglan came to a row of guest rooms, helped Qin Yuesi into his room, threw him directly on the bed, clapped his hands, and was done.

"The body is so light, not a few pounds in weight, but drinking so much, it is really a shame for our Guanghan Palace. ”

Qin Yuesi's sloppiness and uselessness made the senior brother keep shaking his head, and he turned around to leave. But when he walked back to the door......

"Mom...... Mommy ......"

The drunken talk on the bed gradually turned into a low murmur.

Turning his head to look at the junior brother, his head tilted to the side, and the expression on his face was no longer as arrogant as before. Under the moonlight shining through the window, a faint sadness was now hanging over his cheeks.

"Mom...... Don't cry...... Yue Si ...... Will work hard...... Don't cry...... Whining...... Woowoowoo......"

Dream talk, gradually, also turned into that low cry.

A gust of wind blew in through the open window. On this summer night, it brings a hint of chill.

Qin Yuesi instinctively curled up. A face is no longer as domineering as it was during the day. On the contrary, it is like a person who has no home and no sense of security. Like a chick that could do nothing, curled up on this cold bunk and fell into a deep sleep......

Looking at Qin Yuesi like this, Murong Minglan's thoughts couldn't help but go back to the past. I returned to the home that I used to be very happy and happy. That home, with a burst of fire and the pungent smell of blood, is now also lost forever in its own world.

"Alas...... If you don't know how to drink, don't drink that much. Our Guanghan Palace has never been reckless. ”

Murong Minglan stepped forward, pulled up the quilt, and slowly covered the body of this junior brother. Maybe I felt the warmth of the futon. Qin Yuesi's crying gradually stopped, and it didn't take long for a slight snoring sound to be heard.

After he was completely asleep, Murong Minglan closed the window, locked the door, and left his junior brother's room.

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Walking under this moonlight, Murong Minglan took a long breath and exhaled.

The child's footsteps wandered freely, wandering around the inn.

He was hesitating. I hesitated to go back to the hall and continue to sit down. After all, in order to gain the trust of that misty prince, it is necessary to sit at the table.

But when he thought that he was going to continue to be kind to that prince, it was as if nothing had happened. Unconsciously that uncontrollable anger rose in his heart!

He endured it for a day, and every time he saw that prince, he had a stomach cramp. The feeling of wanting to spit out. This uncontrollable killing intent caused the mental power in his body to begin to mess up. And the most taboo thing about "Dancing Sakura Treasure" is this kind of restlessness!

When I felt my strong killing intent gushing out again. The child finally made up his mind not to return. He strode towards the shadow of the inn, then pressed his hand to the trunk of an old tree. Gasping for air, trying to calm himself down.

Bang Bang -

Suddenly, a slight sound came from the corner on the other side! Murong Minglan was instantly alert, and the aura of her whole body immediately converged, and she squatted behind the bushes to hide.

It didn't take long for a man to spot out of the grass over there, and after looking left and right, he crossed his toes and headed in the other direction of the inn.

Murong Minglan did not relax and secretly followed behind. Judging from the sound of footsteps, the strength of the other party is probably not high, probably only the last Scattered Immortal Cheng dù. But the place he touched was unusual, it was where the kitchen of the inn was located.

At this time, because Prince Wushui and Tao Zhaide were still in the middle of the banquet, there were still lights here. After a while, some of the attendants would bring some snacks and fruits and other things out of it and go to the hall, and there was a constant flow of them.

And when a waiter with a plate of pastries in his hand stepped out of the kitchen, the figure sneaked after him and struck out!

Then he dragged the unconscious squire into the bushes, straightened his clothes, took a small bottle from his pocket, dripped a few drops on the pastry, and walked to the hall with the plate of pastry in his hand.

It wasn't until this person walked to the light that Murong Minglan saw that the clothes he was wearing were the same as those on the attendants of the post house, which showed that they had been prepared a long time ago.

Spies...... Is it?

It doesn't matter if this kind of thing is not seen, now that Murong Minglan has seen it, then as the eldest disciple of Guanghan Palace, of course he can't sit idly by. And the other party's strength is so weak, he can easily solve this problem.

But......

At the moment when this thought flashed through Murong Minglan's mind and wanted to take a step......

One thought, but it made him take this step, and he stopped unconsciously.

.............................. He didn't go out.

He didn't step forward to stop the spy immediately, let alone knock over the plate of pastries he was carrying.

He just silently walked out of the shadow area, as if nothing had happened, nothing had been seen, and silently followed the man, down the aisle to the hall, into the hall, and towards Tao Zhaide and = Prince Fog who were still talking and laughing with each other.

"Ah, Minglan are you back?

Tao Zhaide raised his hand, his face still beckoning to Murong Minglan very happily.

But at this moment, Murong Minglan suddenly found that she couldn't respond with a normal smile?

Even...... Even Master's voice sounded so vague at the moment?

All the sounds in the air began to turn into the sound of the wind...... Even the world in front of us began to blur and distort. He felt that he had even begun to lose sight of the faces of the people in front of him, and he couldn't pay attention to whether there was a table or a chair in front of him!

The only thing that can still be normal is the spy and the pastry in his hand...... and the prince of fog who was sitting in the main seat, talking and laughing.

............ Will it?

............ Is it possible?

In a few seconds, will there be a tragedy here?

The pastries were placed in front of the prince, the master, and himself. He looked up at the spy, and saw that his head was very low, and when he was done, he hurried away.

And then......

His gaze fell firmly on the table of the misty prince.

Sound...... It's all gone.

The surrounding scene has become extremely blurry at this moment.

Did Master and the little palace master eat those pastries? He couldn't see clearly...... In front of him, except for the crown prince, it was already completely distorted, and he couldn't tell what was a person and what was a thing.

It doesn't matter if the master and the little palace master eat it, right? They are immortals, even if it is such a little bit of toxin, they should be able to resist it, right?

So...... What about this prince?

Did he resist it?

With his thin body, a mortal who has no awakened mind body at all, he ...... Resisted?

A few seconds later, the prince suddenly let out a terrible scream! He clutched his throat and rolled down from the chair, tearing his chest with both hands, and let out a miserable scream! Finally, in the midst of endless despair and pain, he bled to death! (To be continued......