"I'm not hungry or thirsty." Liu Lianyi waved his hand, thinking in his heart that this banquet was far from being as light and breezy as it is now, and nothing would happen.

But she doesn't care, anyway, she won't let those who assassinate her succeed.

Liu Lianyi raised his eyes and glanced at the sect master Xuan Zifeng who was sitting on the seat, he seemed to be more melancholy and deeper than when he saw him a while ago, wearing an elegant moonlight white robe, reflecting him so elegant and noble, as if he was a blooming snow lotus on the top of the Tianshan Mountain.

Under the appropriate shade of eyebrows is a pair of sharp and affectionate eyes, like wisps of clear spring, and like a faint warm snow that has not melted, crystalline, clear, with a shallow cold, a little bit of life is not close, but it is not so obvious, everything is light, the appearance of light clouds and light wind.

Just like his people, with a faint coldness, but also not extreme, everything is natural, as if hidden in this blue mountain fog everything is unknown.

The man sitting next to him naturally didn't need to say much, his face was like an axe and a knife, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows showed extreme coldness and coldness, like a nighthawk with a sharp and powerful deterrent power that swallowed heaven and earth, so cold and arrogant, as if everything was not in his eyes.

Liu Lianyi snorted coldly in his heart, dragging what he wanted, dragging it like 2580000, as if everyone owed him 80000 yuan.

The man beside Murong Yan is a gentle man with a somewhat similar face, a pair of eyes like spring water, a face like jade like the March sun, so clear and warm like the eighth prince Murong Jue.

He smiled at Liu Lianyi, and she nodded in response, and when her eyes crossed Murong Yan's cold face, she suddenly twisted away, and the corners of her lips were lightly pursed, with disdain on her face.

Murong Jue looked at Xiang Liu Lianyi, with a slight worry in her eyes, could she have had an awkward relationship with her second brother, although this situation seemed to be more powerful to him, but he was never very happy, because this young man with a pure heart only hoped that she was very happy, happy from the bottom of his heart.

After thinking about it, he raised the jasper wine in his hand, and without looking at it, he drank it all.

Murong Yan frowned slightly, and said softly, "Eighth brother, this seems to be my cup, right?" ”

Murong Jue smiled cutely, smiling clearly and brightly: "What is my relationship with you?" What about drinking your wine? ”

Murong Yan glanced at him lightly, his eyes were wandering, and his expression was complicated, but he quickly turned his gaze to the side, his cold expression was also a little gloomy, but his mood was a little low, and he picked up the white porcelain cup next to him and poured wine one by one.

This mountain festival is peaceful on the surface, but there is a lot of underbelly inside, a cool autumn wind gradually blows over, and the fallen leaves are swept and fell.

Xuan Zifeng slowly picked up the green jade wine venerable in front of him and drank it slowly, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him coldly, which was chilling.

Suddenly, Murong Jue spit out a mouthful of blood, staining the pure white curtain of the sacrificial ceremony red like a piece of red plum, Murong Yan hurriedly took it with his hand, his face flashed with infinite anger, and his face was soaked with evil like a Shura in the dark night.

Three or five internal guards rushed out from behind him, and immediately surrounded him and Murong Jue, and roared hoarsely: "You dare to poison the prince, don't you want to live?" Do you want to suffer the sin of destroying the door? ”