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Murong Haochen put the jar of tea that Lin Sha gave him into his spatial ring, and then drank the tea peacefully.

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Before Lin Sha returned, the huge side hall was already empty.

When Lin Sha came back, he also brought a few jars of good wine

, in order to get drunk with Murong Haochen and not return.

Can ...... now There was no trace of him in the hall, and the fire in which the tea was made had been extinguished.

It seems that he has been gone for a while!

Lin Xu looked at the empty teapot and smiled helplessly.

Brother Chen is really ...... I don't say hello to him every time...... Now again, I left without even saying hello.

This......

Lin Sha only sighed secretly about this: It seems that if you want to drink with Brother Chen, you have to wait until he finds out the details of the Qu family lady surnamed Qu in the Dongyue Empire.

....... the vast sky of the Ziyan Continent gradually darkened

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The night came in the midst of the joy and chatter of the people who were slowly returning home.

Qu Huang lay on the bed and quietly thought about what had happened recently, sorting out his thoughts that had been a little chaotic recently.

She raised her right hand and looked at the peony on her palm, remembering that in her dream, her mother smiled so gently at her.

Her nose was a little sour, how could it be, how could it be that the other eight major sects would unite to strangle Ziyue.

My mother told her a lot of things related to the events of the year.

But when Qu Huang asked if his father was Qu Kunyuan, Feng Yishuang choked up.

The mother obviously didn't want to mention this matter again, Qu Huang was just curious, and when she saw that her mother was embarrassed, she changed the topic.

Perhaps, now, is not the time. When my mother figures it out, maybe I will be able to know whether my father is Qu Kunyuan or not.

If not...... What kind of person would he be?

Qu Huang thought to himself.

The night is getting deeper......

Qu Huang only felt that his eyes were getting more and more misty, and under the rendering of the night, the wind and frost outside were heavy, and the cold wind was fluttering.

Qu Huang got up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the street under the window, except for some fireworks, which were still brightly lit and the sound of songs came out, the street had already been quiet.

Looking at this deep night, Qu Huang suddenly remembered Murong Haochen, and that guy also said that he would go to Xili's palace to inquire about the news.

Now, there is no news even from him.

Qu Huang was a little worried, but now she was too tired to do anything, thinking that that guy's spiritual cultivation should not be in any danger.

She went and closed the window, leaving only a thin slit for the vent.

When will this long winter night come to an end...... Qu Huang sighed.

Winter, the season is a bit long here, when will my favorite spring come, Qu Huang thought to himself.

Back in bed, Qu Huang quickly fell asleep.

However, at this time, in the palace of Xili, Murong Haochen was just about to make a move.

After dawn, the feast of the West Departure is coming.

In fact, he doesn't like this kind of banquet the most, and there are all kinds of flatterers.

Miasma!

He quietly sneaked into the Guanxia Palace, came to the place where the banquet was to be prepared, and looked at the Guanxia Palace, which was so beautifully decorated, with red silk beams and magnificent jade walls, and the palace platform was also wiped without a trace of dust.

Murong Haochen sneered, in this dark night, his eyes flashed with coldness, and the corners of his mouth with a smile made him look particularly terrifying in this night.

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