I don't know why, Hai Furong thinks so in her heart.

Although the Imperial Spirit Hall is also one of the three giants of the Heavenly Realm, it can't be guilty of clashing with Lingxiao Palace as soon as it comes.

She slowly closed her eyes, Duanmu Ming, Jun Qianxi, she silently read these two names in her heart.

Only these two people have such courage, and the current situation in the Emperor Continent can only be saved by these two people.

She was inexplicably convinced in her heart.

Just like when the people of the Lingshan Sect were tied to the stake but still did not have the slightest fear, these two names also became a spiritual belief hidden in her heart, and the bitterness at the corner of her mouth was diluted by a light smile.

When night fell, the lights were on, and the quiet and elegant Styx Pavilion sounded with a pleasant sound of silk and bamboo.

Hai Hibiscus wore a white dance dress, slender and beautiful haode dancing in the moonlight, and the wide water sleeves danced in the cold moonlight.

Dongfang Shuai was lying on the soft couch, with a shallow smile on his lips.

There was a pot of red wine on the small table next to him, and he held the crystal clear glass in one hand, and tapped the table next to him with the other, half-squinting his eyes and looking intoxicated.

At this time, a faint fragrance floated in the air and was blown into the courtyard by the night wind.

Dongfang Shuai's nose twitched for a moment, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Rong'er, come here!"

Hai Hibiscus's dancing posture stopped, and she obediently walked to the soft couch, and the soft wattle fell into a big hand, and the next moment she fell into his arms.

Dongfang Shuai's arm that fell on her waist increased her strength, and the wine in the cup was drunk: "What is the so-called so-called visit of the butterfly dance girl late at night? ”

His voice fell, and a figure fluttered down on the wall.

"Young Palace Master of the East, you know what you are doing in the Emperor Continent this time, if you start a war with the Imperial Spirit Hall for your own personal vendetta and cheapen other sects, see how you explain to the Lingxiao Palace!"

Simon Butterfly's body was shrouded in a hazy glow, which seemed to be the light emitted by some kind of armor.

Her voice was crisp and cold, but it didn't feel any sharpness, and that high-minded tone emanated from the inside out.

Dongfang Shuai turned the wine glass in his hand, and the smile on his face did not decrease: "If the butterfly dance girl visited late at night to care about Zaixia, this intention is received in the heart, but the same words will be returned to the girl in the next place!" ”

A cold glint flashed in his long narrow eyes, and the cup in his hand didn't know when it had flown to Ximen Diewu.

"Bang"

The glass shattered.

Ximen Butterfly Dance looked at the falling fragments in front of her, and the chill in her eyes was a little more: "If the Young Palace Master of the East insists on this, I, Ximen Butterfly Dance, will accompany me to the end!" ”

Before the words fell, her figure had disappeared into the wall.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the next moment, the furnishings in the courtyard of the Styx Pavilion were blasted into powder by a powerful spiritual power.

Hai Furong has been holding her clothes tightly, even if Dongfang Shuai's strength almost broke her waist, she didn't dare to say a word, but the obsession with the tide in her heart was deeper.

She would never have imagined that the person she was thinking about was no longer anywhere else at this moment, just under the Immortal Tide Pavilion.

According to Jun Qianxi's order before leaving, the underside of Styx City has already been covered with dark passages, and Styx Pavilion is the important place of Styx City, and all the dark passages naturally lead here.

Lingshan sent all the junior disciples to be with Mo Lingfeng and them, while Jun Qianxi and Duanmu Ming took the two little guys to Huanglong and went straight to the Immortal Tide Pavilion.

Happy New Year, dear friends!