But it wouldn't be strange if that guy was a little whiteface......

If you want to save your life, you have to give preferential treatment.

Due to the appearance of Cang Mojue's iconic white jade incense car at the door of Huamanlou, and it was half a pillar of incense as soon as it stopped, all kinds of people were already surrounded by all kinds of people at the surrounding doors, including many ministers of the DPRK and China.

When Nalan Ruoruo came to fight, he saw this scene.

Everyone was tiptoeing and looking in the same direction, all the excitement on their faces.

Even some people couldn't help grinding their teeth at the moment when Cang Mojue opened the car window, and they were still groping around their waists, sharpening their knives to pigs and sheep...... Ahem, cough to the look of Cang Mo.

Nalan Ruoruo touched his chin, the ancient folk customs were simple, and they were all jealous and hateful.

Cang Mojue looked out the window, his dark eyes swept through the crowd inch by inch and fell lightly at the door, holding a pair of Danqing paintings in his hand, just the back, even if it was lifelike, there was no way to find that person from the sea of people.

Nalan Ruoruo is still dressed in white today, what is different is that she is holding a folding fan in her hand, looking like a young man, but she was stopped by the old bustard who was full of flowers before she got close to the carriage.

"Sixth Prince, I said on the day of Hua Langyue, although Hua Manlou is a green building, it no longer accepts a big man like you, the Sixth Prince, please stop." Although Hua Langyue is an old bustard, she is only in her twenties, and she is very enchanting, but there is a sense of nobility between her gestures, and her mouth is full of respectful words, but her eyes are full of contempt.

"I'm sure you don't want to meet nine thousand years old here, do you?" After thinking about it, she added this sentence again, because according to her observations, this waste sixth prince must be afraid of nine thousand years old.

How do you know that Nalan Ruoruo didn't take her in his eyes at all, looked at the sky, and then whistled. The next moment, I watched the male and female white eagles who didn't know where to hide rushed down from above, and the male eagles rushed into Nalan Ruoruo's arms without hesitation, and the female eagles stood on the ground and waited for a while, and after finding that they were ignored, they jumped on the shoulders of the meditation cultivator angrily, and pecked his head several times in anger.

This thing originally looked quite funny, but it shook violently in Cang Mojue's eyes, and then, the deep eyes narrowed dangerously! The slender and somewhat sickly hand lifted the curtain of the carriage, and a slight cold light had flashed in his eyes: "It's you?" ”“

Just two words, it had already made Ming Xiu almost jump up in the night, "What! “

How is it possible, the person who saved them from fire and water several times and let the master escape from death is actually the waste prince?

Nalan Ruoruo glanced at Cang Mo Jue and didn't say anything, just approached Hua Langyue, and gently lifted her chin with a slightly cool hand, "If it weren't for this prince, you would be full of flowers, and our nine thousand years old, I am afraid that we will not step into it!" "After all, how can a dead eunuch go to the Qinglou, and he doesn't need a man to mine small chrysanthemums......

Well, after all, he's not like the one down there!

As soon as these words came out, not only the surrounding people and Hua Rongyue, but even the two cultivators couldn't believe it, because they had already determined that this waste six princes were really a little white face who had an appointment with their master.

How can it be!

"Since you're here, ...... Just go inside. Cang Mojue's eyes were deep, and he led the way into the Huamanlou.