Lian Youyou looked calmly ahead: "You and I have lost the passion and joy of being a god so that I have lost my life in the Divine Domain, like a walking corpse, without a soul. During these days, I slowly regained my humanity, I tasted happiness again, and finally found my joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and felt the sweetness of love. A sweet smile appeared on Lian Youyou's face, and the sweet smile of Allure instantly sprinkled into Duanmu Qingchen's heart like the warm light of spring, dispelling all the worries in his heart.

Lian Youyou reminisced for a moment, and turned her face to look at Duanmu Qingchen's golden pupils: "You really should come down and talk about love and regain the taste of love." Don't live in insensitivity. Lian Youyou raised a sincere and innocent smile at Duanmu Qingchen's golden eyes.

Duanmu Qingchen's golden pupils opened suddenly, and a trace of panic appeared in the trembling divine light, and he himself didn't know where this panic came from or why. But his heart was beating harder than ever.

He hurriedly looked away, hiding his inadvertent panic, he raised his face, saw the time, so he tried to calm down, and reminded in a deep voice: "Time is running out." After he said that, the afterglow of the corner of his eyes still involuntarily fell on Lianyou's indifferent and quiet body.

Lian Youyou raised her face, there were only four hours left in the air, and in these four hours, whether Li Juanlan's fate could be changed depends on whether these white sons on the chessboard can have the power to turn things around.

"It's still early~~It's still early~~~" Lian Youyou was not panicked, she was not in a hurry, she put her hands behind her back leisurely, looked at Duanmu Qingchen leisurely, and winked at him, "Fate is such a thing, until the last moment, no one can guess the result~~~"

Duanmu Qingchen's golden pupils slowly lost their minds again in Lian Youyou's relaxed and comfortable smile......

At this moment, on the stage of the Royal Forest Lantern Festival Square, Duanmu Yankang was holding a bright hydrangea, and Duanmu Ruifeng said in a high-pitched and excited manner on the stage: "His Royal Highness knows that my Qianchaoqing is better than blue, do you want to watch the competition——"

"Want to ————" The girls in the audience applauded and cheered.

"Tournament! Tournament!" everyone cheered loudly.

Duanmu Ruifeng threw the hydrangea in his hand: "How about we decide the Mid-Autumn Festival champion and the martial champion tonight?!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good!"

The audience cheered.

Duanmu Yankang also said at the same time: "The champion of civil and military affairs will be personally sent by our little sister Seventh Princess to personally deliver the gifts she has carefully prepared————

"Oh——————"

When the cheers started, the atmosphere of the whole venue instantly boiled, like a pot of boiling water, "coo dong coo", and the people in the audience jumped up one after another like water bubbles in the pot.

Duanmu Yaxin looked at those sons of the family, and her heart was also excited, seeing that they were fighting for their own favor, which girl would not be happy because so many young men were crazy for her?

She glanced at it roughly, there were many handsome young men, but there were more ugly and mediocre, she hoped that the talented major general who won in the end could be a handsome young man as she wished, and that she would not let tonight become a failure in the end.

Duanmu Yankang threw the hydrangea in his hand and approached his sister Duanmu Yaxin: "Little sister, which one do you like?"

Duanmu Yaxin pursed her lips, to be honest, under the light, the head swayed, she really couldn't see her appearance clearly at a glance, and she couldn't tell the difference.

"Isn't it dazzling?" Duanmu Yankang smiled evilly, and it was a bit similar to Duanmu Qingchen.

"I hate it!" Duanmu Yaxin turned around, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise, there are so many good-looking little brothers tonight.

"Don't worry, my brothers will help you delete and select first, this good-looking one is not interesting without Wen Taowuluo, and we will never let him come up with this ugly one, and we will definitely dig out gold for my sister!" Duanmu Yankang hugged Duanmu Yaxin's shoulders, patted his chest, and made a ticket.

Duanmu Yaxin smiled sweetly, and that smile was like smearing honey, becoming sweeter in the warm yellow light. Today she is a princess, and she must be the most beautiful and happy. Tonight has to be perfect!

Duanmu Ruifeng was already shouting in front of the stage: "Now please make a couplet with the theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival tonight, and leave the venue here to our warriors!

"I!" When he landed, a burly and sturdy black boy jumped up, and his eight-foot tall man scared away the handsome and weak sons below.

Duanmu Yaxin was anxious when she saw such a black and ugly man jumping up, so she didn't want to give such an ugly gift to her carefully prepared gift.

She was so anxious that she immediately pulled Duanmu Yankang's sleeve, pouting and blinking her big eyes.

Duanmu Yankang saw Duanmu Yaxin's worry, he looked at such a big man and twisted his eyebrows, but he still stubbornly comforted Duanmu Yaxin: "Don't worry, if you are not satisfied in the end, you will find the third emperor brother to save the scene, hiss...... Where did the Third Emperor Brother go?" Duanmu Yankang looked around the audience anxiously, looking for Duanmu Jinhong's figure, why did Duanmu Jinhong suddenly disappear?

Among their princes, Duanmu Qingchen's kung fu is the highest, followed by the third prince Duanmu Jinhong. This Mid-Autumn Festival should have been presided over by Duanmu Qingchen, who loves to be lively, and if the son who came up to compete was too ugly, he should be the one who repelled it. As a result, he ran. As a result, the heavy responsibility of hosting fell on Duanmu Jinhong.

But Duanmu Jinhong didn't like this kind of lively and crowded scene, so after the opening, he threw the responsibility of the seventh sister to choose a horse to Duanmu Yankang and them, and he also disappeared.

If the man who won in the end was not Duanmu Ya's favorite, Duanmu Yankang and they also thought about it, and said that they had to win the Three Emperor Brothers to count. Now, the Third Emperor Brother is gone, so how can Duanmu Yankang not be in a hurry? With just a little effort from him and Duanmu Ruifeng, he can support a few moves.

"I'm Zhong Lei, the son of the left squire of the military department!" The big black man was already clasping his fists in front of the ring, and his voice was like a bell, "Who will fight!"

"I'm coming!" another teenager jumped into the ring, rolling up his sleeves.

Duanmu Yaxin saw that someone would challenge him, and he was a handsome young man, so he felt a lot more relieved.

Duanmu Ruifeng ran back to Duanmu Yankang's side, looked around worriedly, and lowered his voice: "Won't the Third Emperor Brother also slip away......"

Duanmu Yankang also looked at Duanmu Ruifeng with a sad face, and the two couldn't help but sigh together. Originally, tonight they also wanted to chat with the girls, talk, maybe they could touch their little hands, but now, it's all ruined. Where are their three emperor brothers hiding?