The little skeleton beside her didn't seem to notice her arrival, and remained motionless in its original position.

"Creeps!"

Jun Qianxi shouted.

Finding that there was no sound beside her, she shouted again, but there was still no sound.

She couldn't help but reach out and take off its mask, looking at the steady soul fire, the corners of her mouth twitching.

I thought this girl was in the sad autumn, but I didn't expect to fall asleep.

Waste of feelings.

In the space ring, Duanmu Ming had already prepared an autumn coat for her, and she randomly chose one and opened the door with a light eyebrow.

"Xiao Xi'er!"

He was dressed in a long robe with a crescent moon inlaid with gold threads, and the soft and flowing green silk was pulled up with a white hosta.

He stood in the rain with an oil-paper fan, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Looking at the slight wetness on his shoulders, Jun Qianxi's heart was warmed again.

She moved to his side.

The umbrella in Duanmu Ming's hand was placed on her side, and he hugged her tightly and walked in the direction of the main hall.

In fact, he can support his spiritual power, block all the rain, and protect her from the air.

But Jun Qianxi loved this ordinary walk in the rain, feeling the thunderous heartbeat in her ears, and a charming smile bloomed on the corner of her mouth.

At this time, the hearts of the two were closer than ever.

It's breakfast time, and the Hades Hall is already full of noise.

Jun Qianxi walked indifferently through the green vegetables flying in the sky and sat in her place.

Breakfast is her favorite pastry, and the people around her are habitually fed, and she is habitually pampered by him.

At this moment, she suddenly had a feeling of eternity.

The people from the Lingshan faction had already finished grabbing the meal, and Mo Lingfeng was just about to speak, but his father grabbed him by the collar and went out.

At this moment, the two of them were left in the main hall.

Duanmu Ming raised his hand to wipe the corners of her mouth, reached out to grab her, and took her into his arms.

In the square of the Duanmu Dynasty, despite the rain in the sky, it still couldn't stop everyone's enthusiasm to watch the battle.

Faintly, there were a few more people watching the battle.

With the arrival of the Lingshan faction, the people on the field were boiling.

Su Meier and Duanmu Rui sat safely on the side, they had already participated in the war, and this time they sat on the wall and watched.

They had a slightly excited look on their faces, and their eyes followed Mo Jingze and the others, but they didn't find the person they were looking for in the crowd.

At this time, the other party's war drums had already sounded, and the Baili Dynasty, the Xuanyuan Dynasty, and the sea tripartite Shili had been integrated.

Among the ten people they fought this time, six were ninth-order junior, one was ninth-order intermediate, and three were eighth-order peaks.

On the other hand, on the side of the Duanmu Dynasty, Duanmu Ming and Jun Wumian, two ninth-order masters, followed by Mo Lingfeng, an eighth-order intermediate.

The strength of the two sides can no longer be described as disparity.

Duanmu kept rubbing his hands on it, walking back and forth, showing his uneasiness.

"Your Majesty, this is a competition, and it doesn't matter if you win or lose!"

Nangong Fenghua comforted on the side, the current national war only represents the right of each country to speak in the Zixuan Continent, even if they lose, it doesn't matter.

"Elder Nangong, you don't know anything!" Duanmu stopped talking, looking at the situation in front of him, there was no way to hide it, he glanced at the other party weakly, and continued: "I signed an agreement before the national war......

Nangong Fenghua's originally half-hidden eyes suddenly opened, he looked at the person in bright yellow, and his voice was slightly heavy: "Say!" ”