At her glance like this, the female cultivator's originally vicious face suddenly stiffened, and she shrank her neck timidly, not daring to speak again.

Seeing this, the female cultivator next to her immediately leaned in and flattered: "Senior Sister Yaqin, Fang'er can't speak. That Jiang Xinyue's ugly appearance made her panic even if she looked at it more. As he spoke, viciousness flashed in his eyes, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "Who knows what kind of tricks they used?"

As soon as she spoke, the others laughed inexplicably, their faces mocking and sneering.

When Yaqin heard this, her face finally turned cloudy and clear. I don't know what I thought, the corners of my mouth curled up with a sinister and mysterious smile, her red lips lifted slightly, and she sneered: "Just let her be proud for a while!"

Jiang Xinyue was busy entangled with those male cultivators, where could she hear this. Jinhuang was idle, but he listened to it word for word.

She held her glass and unconsciously sipped her wine, but her mind was full of thoughts.

Yaqin's last words reminded her.

I remember that when she was in Jiayu City in the west, she overheard Yaqin's grandfather, Qin Zhenren of Jindanmen, mention that he wanted to refine Jiang Xinyue into a furnace for him to improve his cultivation.

Yaqin's meaning must be that the two of them already have some plan.

However, in Jinhuang's opinion, it was not so easy for them to get Jiang Xinyue out of the Canglang faction. Don't say that Jiang Xinyue is still Qionghua's personal disciple, even Zuo Qi, a hypocrite, can't let go of the hard-won furnace ding!

Unless......

Jinhuang's lips that were red by the smell of wine curved a soft arc, and she could secretly help them!

A brilliant plan was taking shape in her mind.

"Ah Jin?" Ah Ding, who had been silent since he went up to Yuheng Mountain, suddenly called out in the sea of knowledge.

"Huh?" Jin Huang supported the corner of his forehead with one hand, and the three fingers of his right hand pinched the green jade cup and shook it lightly, and the wine inside rippled shallowly. The lazy and intoxicated raven-colored eyelashes blinked lazily, and the slightly upturned eyes seemed to be dyed with the charm of wine.

This looks like he's drunk a lot of wine.

Fu Li, who was sitting far away on the main hall, inadvertently caught a glimpse, first stunned, and then frowned unhappily, and without thinking about it, he reluctantly reprimanded through the secret language: "Jin'er, don't drink anymore!"

"Ah Ding. You think I'm doing evil again, don't you? Hehe, compared to what Jiang Xinyue did to me, what I did to her didn't even give a cent of it!"

Jin Huang just finished speaking in the sea of knowledge. I heard the secret voice of Fu Li.

She tilted her head sideways, her eyes moving in the direction of Fu Li. I saw Venerable Fu Li, who was surrounded by all the heads and real people, frowning slightly in his busy schedule, looking at her with a calm face.

"Jin'er, don't drink anymore. The secret whisper said again.

Jinhuang tilted his head and looked at him for a moment. It seems to be recognizing the other party. After a while, the rouge-colored moist lips gently spit out two words "Master ......", smiled at him, and a warm and fine crystal light seemed to be sprinkled in the pupils of the beautiful eyes.

At this moment, what fell into Fu Li's eyes was such a picture: the black hair as ink was attached to Jinhuang's wine-soaked cheeks, the narrow eyes narrowed slightly, the eyelashes were thick and curly, outlining the arc of lazy intoxication, and the glow was natural. But her smile is extremely simple.

The two diametrically opposed charms of charm and innocence are blended together very naturally, making her whole person look incomparable. Stunning city.

Fu Li was inexplicably stunned, and for some reason, her mind seemed to have been struck by thunder for no reason.

"Venerable, Venerable?" the call in his ears jerked him back to his senses. He raised his eyes and looked at the person who came, it was the head of Bai Yi Peak......

Jin Huang smiled at the corners of his mouth, folded his hands on the desk, and rested his head on it sideways. Zhihaizhong said to Ah Ding very soberly: "You also heard, even if I don't make a move, Yaqin and her fake grandfather will also make a move on Jiang Xinyue." Evil, but not just me?"

Ah Ding was silent, indeed. Since it woke up. It has seen and learned many things that it had not known before. But no matter what, it doesn't want Ah Jin to go to the end of the day when it will never recover!

The sake used for the banquet in Biyindong is made from spiritual grass and spiritual flowers, and it smells fresh and elegant, and it only feels sweet and delicious when you drink it. But I don't want to have a lot of stamina. Jinhuang drank a lot unconsciously, and at this time, the wine was surging, and when he lay down on the desk, he felt more and more dizzy, and closed his eyes in a daze.

I don't know how long it was, but it seemed like a few days in an instant. Jinhuang awoke from the chaos, and the cacophony reminded her that she was still above the banquet.

She slowly opened her eyes, and a silvery-white figure entered her pupils through the thin feather eyelash slits.

Feng Yang was scratching his ears and cheeks, trying to figure out how not to alarm the drunken Taoist friend and take out the chess pieces that had accidentally rolled off.

Fang Cai and his senior brothers rose up for a while, and these people were vying to see the treasures he bought back from Canggu Dao at a high price. Who knew that during the scramble, he didn't hold it steady for a while, and the chess piece rolled under the hem of the female cultivator's robe with a grunt.

Now it has become such an embarrassing situation.

If she uses her spiritual power, she will inevitably alarm this nun. If she was awakened and found herself tugging at the hem of her robe with her spiritual powers, God knows what she would have thought of him. Perhaps, he will immediately regard him as a disciple in the world. At that time, even if the misunderstanding is clarified, Bai Yifeng's reputation will be covered with a layer of dust because of him!

Feng Yang almost tore all the hair on his head, and he didn't come up with a way.

"...... you?" Jinhuang blinked subconsciously from the misty gaze, and her lazy movements added a lazy charm to her for no reason.

Feng Yang hurriedly raised his head when he heard the sound, but at this glance, he seemed to see the eternal silence of the mountains and rivers, and the change of the sun and the moon. He was speechless in a daze, and his eyes were full of those misty and intoxicated eyes.

"This fellow Daoist?" Jin Huang frowned suspiciously. If her memory is not wrong, the male cultivator in front of her is the only son of the head of Bai Yi Peak, Feng Yang.

Feng Yang came back to his senses suddenly, and saw the female correction opposite slightly tilting her head, looking at herself in confusion. Suddenly, his whole person seemed to be under a mysterious aphasia forbidden spell, his mouth was always neat as if it was knotted, his face was crimson, and he couldn't spit out a complete sentence.

"You...... I...... No! No, this ...... Daoyou ...... I ......"

Feng Xingyun is extremely sleek and sophisticated, but he didn't expect the son he gave birth to to be a dumbfounder. Jin Huang said secretly, and laughed out loud on his face, and his rouge-colored lips slid out of two shallow laugh vortices. (To be continued.) )