With the introduction, Youyu Lingshuang came in a long aqua blue dress, and in an instant, a room of beauty was poured out, and the seats were dumb.

Everyone seems to be in an instant of kung fu was robbed of the ability to speak, the expression is in a trance at the same time, the eyes are invariably full of amazement, when the time comes, the beauty has already entered the table, to the beautiful eyes of the beauty with a smile, the heart and liver are soft and numb, the whole person is going to be crispy.

What is the elegance of the peerless, nothing more than that, this kind of beauty, so beautiful that people are ashamed of themselves, any flowery rhetoric used on her will only look pale and powerless.

But even so, when the mind is restored, many women still can't suppress the fire of jealousy in their hearts.

Seeing that Youyu Lingshuang was so much in the limelight, Wen Shuyun's mother and daughter almost crushed a mouthful of silver teeth, especially Wen Shuyun, since she was injured by the war king last time, she has become a joke in the aristocratic circle, and even some aristocratic ladies who used to stammered her have become estranged from her a lot.

"Yun'er, don't be angry, this little slut won't be arrogant for long, your eldest brother has already decided to deal with her personally." The second lady, Wen Qishi, patted Wen Shuyun's hand comfortingly, her expression was both a little forcibly suppressed and a little vaguely afraid.

Although Wen Qitian was born by her, their mother-son relationship was weak, and Wen Qitian was in the prime minister's own mansion and did not return home often, and the prince did not allow her to disturb him, so even if she wanted to get close, there was no way.

However, if in the past I wanted to get close but couldn't, then I changed it to now...... Wen Qitian can only say that he doesn't want to be close and doesn't dare to get close, Wen Qitian doesn't know when the bright and gloomy eyes in his memory have become gloomy and dark, and even her biological mother shuddered when she saw it.

"Really?" Wen Shuyun's eyes lit up when she heard this, and her gaze involuntarily drifted in the direction of Wen Qitian, and sure enough, Wen Qitian, who was sitting not far away, stared at the back of 'Wen Yinya' with dark eyes, as if he was firmly locked on a prey.

Wen Shuyun couldn't help but shudder when she saw this, suddenly Wen Qitian seemed to be aware, he raised his eyebrows, and just wanted to turn his head, Wen Shuyun hurriedly retracted her gaze, like a frightened rabbit, she didn't dare to raise her head for a long time, she was really afraid of this nominal brother, more than her father.

Surrounded by many sights, Yu Yu Lingshuang had no waves in her heart, and she still had a gentle smile on her face, as if no matter who or anything in the outside world, she could not affect her in the slightest.

"The emperor has arrived—"

"The Queen Mother has arrived—"

"The King Side by Side—"

"The King of War has arrived—"

Four loud voices sounded, and almost at the same time, everyone stood up and saluted, which showed that these people had accumulated great authority.

"Zhongqing is flat." A clear and royal voice came.

"Emperor Xie!"

Yu Yu Lingshuang's eyes flashed slightly, and a little doubt suddenly surged in his heart, wondering, why does Emperor Luo have an aura similar to that of Feng Yu Linglin, could it be that he also has a divine weapon in his hand?

Wind and rain Linglin has a qin and a flute, the qin is in her hand, the flute is in Sang Moyu's hand, and the rest is Cangxue Mirror Lotus, Liyue Sword, Liuhuo Whip, Floating Snow Silk, and Ice Soul Blazing Double Beads, I don't know which one he has, or if it is diverse.

Although diversity is unlikely, it cannot be ruled out.

The more I think about it, the more I can't suppress the fire in my heart, it spreads little by little like a spark in the prairie until it burns the entire grassland, and it is said that when these eight divine soldiers gather, they can find the tomb of the Butterfly Dance Emperor.

Butterfly Dance Emperor, regarded by the world as a god, the most powerful person for thousands of years, and a genius with outstanding spiritual power in ancient times.

This is an irresistible temptation for everyone in the world, and even Yu Yu Lingshuang can no longer keep calm.

But for now, she can't afford to make a mistake. Wen Yun, Wen Qitian, Sang Moyu, Yin Ziyuan, and many countless potential troubles, she has too many enemies, and if she takes a wrong step, she is very likely to lose everything.

While thinking about it, Yu Yu Lingshuang relied on her amazing self-control, and after silently reciting the heart purification mantra several times, she calmed down the restlessness in her heart and returned her attention to the present.

In this vacancy, several people have already sat down.

Mu Junrin, a man like the scorching sun, twenty-five or sixteen years old, with black and dense hair curled up high by a golden crown, a yin yellow robe embroidered with the pattern of the dragon of the sea, delicate facial features, shining, with a faint dignity and arrogance between the eyebrows, a pair of blazing eyes as deep as the sea, exuding a scorching light.