The bright lights are lit up from the sky above the Phantom City at night, don't think too much, the handwriting here can indeed make the darkness of the entire Phantom City, under the illumination of the lights, like daytime.

Mo Xiao, who supported the gathering of the gods, was still dressed in snow white as usual, and the folding fan in his hand shook slowly, he really didn't look like the person who was really going to host on stage.

Therefore, every ghost who passes by Qianji's side will clearly feel that this host has been releasing his magic power, and those who know it still understand that he is just doing this to keep warm, and those who don't know will secretly think that he is probably showing off his strength.

In the long-term boredom existence, the ghosts have worn out their thinking, and they really won't guess any perfect answer if they don't reach the level of the ghost king.

Calculating the time, handing over the matter of greeting the guests at the door to the seven little masters, Mo Xiaoxiao, who was in white clothes, pulled Qianji into the building with a faint smile.

The gorgeous enchantment appeared with the snap of his fingers from Mo Xiao, and everyone looked up in surprise, looking at the artificially bright starry sky, which was much more charming than the lights outside the building.

Taking advantage of the opportunity for everyone to look up at the stars, Mo Xiao and Qianji in white took the opportunity to board the storytelling platform.

This is the best place for the whole teahouse to visualize, from here, they can take a look at all the ghosts and ghosts present.

I have never participated in such a grand party, and these ghosts and ghosts have dressed up very carefully, but people who have died once, no matter how they dress up, they are a little careless, such as hanging ghosts, their tongues stick out, even if they have the intention to hide, there is no way.

Fortunately, Mo Xiao and Qianji in white are both people who have seen the world, and if they change to seven little masters to support, they are likely to cause unnecessary trouble.

There was a starry sky to start the prelude, and the white-clothed Mo Xiao shook his fan to calculate the time, and after making sure that everyone's interest in the starry sky had dropped, he used his magic power to say the speech at the beginning of the party, and as he spoke, the staff here pushed wine, tea, and snacks out one after another.

The Spirits don't need to eat to survive, but they've always wanted to be treated like others, so when they find food, someone immediately comes up to grab it, and the hottest drinks are swept away.

It was up to them to use it themselves, and the white-clothed Mo Xiao had originally planned to let them get tired of playing before they really started the content of the God Gathering, but seeing Qianji's absent-minded look, the white-clothed Mo Xiao couldn't help but think about getting to the point quickly.

"You're still worried about Xiaoying?"

"She was supposed to be on this stage today." Stay in his arms, join them, and preside over this unprecedented gathering.

"Xiaoying is originally a god race, and it doesn't make a difference whether he flies or not, but the future station will change from the sea of fog to the nine heavens, and you have also been to the sea of fog, I believe that if you are Xiaoying, you will not choose to abandon that white misty home." Having dealt with the demons with Xiaoying, Mo Xiao in white knew very well that Xiaoying thought that the Sea of Fog was his home from the bottom of his heart.

The weight of that home is not much lighter than here.

"We don't care about ascension." Thousands of machines retorted.

He is a demon clan, a sworn enemy of the god clan, naturally it is impossible to fly to the Nine Heavens, as for the white-clothed Mo Xiao, he probably prefers to stay in the Seven Cities and manage here.

Although he occasionally complains about being tired, Qianji knows very well that what Mo Xiao likes in white is this kind of tired to the point of prostration, and he can continue to count money, which looks vulgar, but it is very enviable.

"When you say that, I wonder why we have this party, not to mention the cost of life and money, and it is easy to offend people."

Because of this gathering of gods, this place was hit by the old stubbornness of the Zero Clan every day, if it weren't for Phantom Rin's acquiescence to the nonsense here, I'm afraid the Zero Clan would have already made a big attack on this.

Looking at the white-clothed Mo Xiaoxiao, Qianji remembered the reason why they wanted to hold this god gathering in the first place, just to find Xiaoying, and later Xiaoying found it, and the god gathering became the best time to peek at Ascension, but they were busy until now, and they realized that they had never thought about Ascension at all.

Just looking at Qianji's expression, Bai Yi Mo Xiao knew that he didn't know why he wanted to continue this party.

couldn't help laughing out loud, the handsome folding fan was put away and opened, and the white-clothed Mo smiled and said casually: "Anyway, the party has started, just have fun with Xiaoying, every time the charm will have stories that ordinary people can't understand, remember all their stories, and when Xiaoying comes back, if she is still angry, you can use these stories to coax her." ”

Believing in these stories is easier to make Xiaoying happy than sweet words.

Finally thinking of the new role of this gathering, Qianji nodded, finally abandoning his previous reluctance.

knew that once Xiaoying was involved, Qianji would treat it wholeheartedly, and the white-clothed Mo smiled and couldn't help but think, compared to making these two people care about each other awkwardly, but not saying it clearly, he might have joined in the fun, since he had chosen to let go, he should be more chic, and simply push Xiaoying into Qianji's arms.

When their relationship is clear, maybe they won't be as awkward as they are now.

Of course, before implementing this plan, he still has to hope that Xiaoying will come back sooner, if it is another three years, he can wait, and Qianji may not be able to wait.

Completely unaware of what Mo Xiao was planning in white clothes, Qianji carefully observed the ghosts in the audience, and he found that there were many children among them, especially the one who stayed in the west, holding a lot of food and wine in his arms, not to mention, there was a large group of ghosts and ghosts around him, and he didn't know what he said, and the group of ghosts and ghosts did not hesitate to give him the food they gave.

Finally found that Qianji's eyes had been staring at a certain child, and Bai Yi Mo smiled curiously and said, "It turns out that you also like children." ”

"No, I hate kids." Senki shook his head.

He doesn't understand why those elders are so happy when a new life comes, you know, the little guy will be very noisy in the process of growing up, and he feels a little powerless to protect Xiaoying, so he won't think of adding an extra ghost to annoy himself.

Thinking that Xiaoying had also firmly said that he hated children, Mo Xiao in white suddenly felt a little sympathetic to the Feng clan, this ancient god clan that has been handed down to the present, now there are only three people left, after Xiaoying and Qianji are together, their minds collide together, and they will definitely not have children, as for Feng Ye, looking at his appearance, it is not like he will honestly pass on the ancestry.

It seems that if the Feng clan wants to continue to inherit, it still needs Feng Hua to work hard.

"You hate children, why do you keep chasing that child." Leaving the future of the Feng clan behind, the white-clothed Mo Xiao asked questions about the situation in front of him.

"Don't you think it's strange that he hates it?" Qianji asked rhetorically.

The white-clothed Mo Xiao shook the fan suspiciously, his eyes moved to the child, looking at his wolf-spitting appearance, the white-clothed Mo Xiao suddenly thought, is there less preparation for today's snacks, a child has such a large amount of food, and the adult is not enough to stuff his teeth.

"It is said that there is a little imp in the Netherworld who has a soft spot for food, and others have nicknamed him a greedy imp."

"Netherworld? Do you think he will know Xiaoying. Qianji blurted out.

As soon as this question came out, even he himself felt strange.

Xiaoying seems to be very childlike, first Xiaoxun, and then Liu Qingshan, etc., but those children are not like children, this little ghost who keeps eating doesn't seem to be like a child, except for appearance.

"Just ask."

“……”

Qianji stared at Baiyi Mo Xiao and did not speak, realizing Qianji's problem, Baiyi Moxiao smiled awkwardly.

Recently, he has been busy and dizzy, and he has to worry about the gathering of gods, and he has to worry about the two enemies of Xiaoying and Qianji, but now that he calms down, he forgets that Qianji is not good at socializing with people, let alone the children he hates.

Keeping his eyes on the greedy little ghost, and finding that there was another child not far from him, Mo Xiao in white suddenly understood how he could get the news he wanted.

Ordered someone to call another child to the backstage, and in a short time, Mo Xiao in white had already set up the tea set in the background, made tea for himself and Qianji, and remembered the guests who were thinking about the food and wine, and wanted to chat with other ghosts, when the host on the stage had disappeared, no one found out at all.

Looking at the fearless delicate boy in front of him, Mo Xiao in white suddenly felt that when he grew up, maybe he would have to remove the title of handsome guy, of course, the demons like Phantom Rin and Ghost King could still be compared with him.

"What's your name?"

"Muzi Song." The boy replied honestly, staring straight at the white-clothed tea tray with a pair of beautiful big eyes.

"Answer my question, and I'll give you this tea tray, how about it?"

"It's a deal."

"It's a deal."

Stretching out his hand and slapping it lightly, Mu Zige sat down opposite Mo Xiao in white without recognition, and motioned for him to start asking.

Knowing that Mu Zige was a smart child, Mo Xiao in white didn't sell Guan Zi, and asked directly: "You and the little ghost you followed have all seen Xiaoying, and besides, you are not a ghost, right?" ”

"Yes, I'm not a ghost." Mu Zige nodded, as for Xiaoying, he had seen it, but the little ghost said that Xiaoying was the master of this room, and the person in white in front of him asked him if he knew Xiaoying, which was really a little puzzling.

"Don't worry, we have no ill will." There is no need for Mu Zige to continue answering, Mo Xiao in white has already determined that he and that little ghost must have seen Xiaoying.

Ignoring his reassurance, Mu Zige just wanted to get the tea tray, even if the white-clothed Mo Xiao wanted to know his identity, he would not hesitate to tell him, of course, after finishing speaking, he might not return to the Netherworld, so maybe it would be difficult to see Xiao Xun in the future.

But Seven Cities is like this, it's big, but for celebrities, it's very small, with Xiao Xun's ability, when they grow up, they will definitely become a sensational celebrity, and it's really simple for him to find her.