"Holy Feather County Lord, if you don't want to go up, give me the veil, although I didn't put the silver ingot, but I want to go up, even if I can only stand with Rong Shizi."

She likes the peerless, noble and elegant Rong Shizi.

Sima Xiang's round face was already dyed red, his bright eyes were shining, his fingers were clenched tightly, and he looked at Ming Yulong with anticipation.

The crowd had already walked to Ming Yulong's side and asked Qin Yinyin to spread out what she had taken.

Ming Yulong's brain finally made a very unclear move in the extreme struggle, she stuffed the cloth folded magnolia flower into Sima Xiang's arms, blinked and said:

"That silver ingot was also given to you, and you will say that you put it later!"

Sima Xiang's eyes lit up, and the whole person was like polished silverware, exuding excitement!

Rong Yi, who had been looking at her through the crowd, looked at her as her eyes fell on the magnolia flower towards Sima Xiang's hand, those inky jade-like eyes were like the changing sky above her head, depositing rolling black clouds, drowning the cold of the iceberg and snow, leaving only a little thunder in the black dark pupils.

He stepped down from the stage like a willow, and the crowd dispersed like a tide, looking at the face of this noble prince who deceived the frost and snow, his expression was as flat as a light cloud, without the slightest trace.

There was a cold aura around him, seemingly cut off from everything around him, and at the end of the world was the direction of the woman.

Ming Yulong watched him come and wanted to escape, his whole body was under his gaze, but he couldn't take a step, and he stopped in front of her, looking down at her with a height of a head and a half taller than her,

"Did you take the magnolia?"

He completely covered her in his figure, his backlit face fair and bright, but his eyes made people feel uncertain.

Ming Yulong felt that his breathing was a little stagnant, as if the air was sticky like glue, and he couldn't breathe in oxygen.

She swallowed her saliva hard, moisturizing her dry and astringent throat, opened her pink lips, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it, her fingers curled up in her sleeves, the cold temperature of her fingertips made her take a breath of cold air, and raised her eyes to look directly at Rong Yi.

Rong Yi looked at her expressionlessly, waiting for her answer.

Sima Xiang looked between Ming Yulong and Rong Yi, her eyes were stained with deep and shallow doubts, and there was a little bit of her daughter's expectation, she pulled out a smile, took a step forward, and had the courage to take out the magnolia flower in her hand.

"Capacity"

The corners of Rong Yi's eyes moved.

With a light and indifferent glance, Sima Xiang's raised hand was immediately put down and took a few steps back.

Her hand was raised more than three feet away.

Ming Yulong suddenly walked over, grabbed Sima Xiang's hand, and took a deep breath in Rong Yi's pupils, which were almost devouring.

"It's in her"

There was a sudden thunderclap in the night sky full of dark clouds, which pierced the dark sky of the entire night, and also interrupted what Ming Yulong was about to say in an instant!

All the people looked up at the sky as if they had woken up from this thunder.

The sky with the faint stars had disappeared, and only a deep black drifted overhead, revealing the same solemnity in the air at this time, oppressing the stickiness of one's breathing.