It is said that the Valley of Demonic Feelings disappeared into invisibility as early as three hundred years ago due to natural disasters. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The people of the Valley of Demonic Feelings were also forced to stay away from the previous paradise-like life and walked into this rolling red dust.

The news network of the Luo Wangfu is very sound, and it is almost effortless, and the emperor Qingtian found out that the heirs of the Demon Valley are now living in seclusion in the rich and prosperous Modu City.

Today happens to be the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and it is the busiest day of the month in Modu City.

The intoxicating poetry competition is in full swing.

The huge restaurant, with three floors inside and three floors outside, is surrounded by water.

On the stage, after rounds of competition and elimination, dozens of contestants were left fighting with each other, foaming at the mouth.

Among them, a man in Tsing Yi is the most eye-catching. He was about twenty years old, very handsome, and had a lofty air. It's just that the dress is particularly shabby, and it looks out of place among a bunch of noble sons.

Huangfu Qingtian, Shangguan Juechen, and Chi Ling'er happened to pass by the poetry competition.

For the current Huangfu Qingtian and Shangguan Juechen, they didn't have any Yaxing to watch the game at all, and they were about to leave in a hurry.

Chi Ling'er's eyes were inadvertibly attracted by the man in Tsing Yi on the stage, and couldn't help but stop and take two more looks.

"Ling'er......" Huangfu Qingtian saw Chi Ling'er's gaze staring at a strange man, and it was strange that his heart was not sour.

It took him a lot of effort to get what he wanted, and his relationship with Ling Er took a leap. Now is the time when the two are in love, how can they allow their attention to be sucked away by irrelevant people?

In her eyes, there can only be him.

Recalled by the resentful voice of the emperor Fu Qingtian, Chi Ling'er smiled and said, "I'll just say that you are a wolf in sheep's clothing, and you used to pretend to be tender like water, but now your true nature is revealed." ”

Domineering is his true character.

Over there, Shangguan Juechen said half-teasingly: "Ling'er doesn't understand this, that's called strategy." If he flaunts his might in front of you from the beginning, can you have a good impression of him? Now it's different, now that there has been progress, you can't eat fat meat if you pretend to be sheep. ”

"Shangguan!" Someone was angry, and his face was like frost.

Shangguan Juechen smiled and said nothing.

Huangfu Qingtian was about to lead Chi Ling'er away with a dark face.

Seeing that he was jealous, he made fun of him again, and his face was full of awkwardness, Chi Ling'er didn't feel it, and reminded in a low voice: "Be careful that Shangguan Gongzi will make fun of you in the future." ”

Along the way, there is Shangguan Juechen, a cynical guy, who is there, and if he doesn't pay attention to the influence, he will suffer in the future.

As soon as Chi Ling'er's words fell, Shangguan Juechen said with a bright smile: "Ling'er, you really think highly of this guy Qingtian. If it weren't for my order, he would have been able to hold the beauty so easily? I taught him all these tricks, so what else is there to talk about? You go on, go on. ”

When the words fell, the two pairs of sharp eyes instantly shot at Shangguan Juechen, if it weren't for that guy's thick skin, he would have been stared out of the two holes at this time.

Shangguan Juechen spread his hands, indicating that he was very innocent.

Huangfu Qingtian didn't bother to pay attention to the goods, turned his head and said softly to Chi Ling'er: "Isn't it just a sour talent, what's so good-looking?" ”

As he spoke, he deliberately increased the force in his hand and pulled her forward.

Although Chi Ling'er didn't stop, she tilted her head and continued to look at the stage, praising on her lips: "What a learned person, whether it is current politics or poetry and songs, he is always right. ”

"If you like it, I have a lot of time to tell you about it." Huangfu Qingtian sour tunnel.

Chi Ling'er suddenly remembered: "Yes, I haven't heard you compose poems yet." ”

She has seen his painting skills. The painting he gave me last time, she still treasures it carefully.

"Tonight, I will write poems under the lamp to help Ling Er Yaxing." The thin lips were slightly hooked, and the deep eyes flashed with evil brilliance.