Three or four days later, Chinese New Year's Eve was ushered in.

Lihong went to get along with Cheng first, and only came back when he was in the courtyard, and accompanied Ding Ruoyu to watch the fireworks in the courtyard.

Layered and colorful, the sparks spread wantonly, reflecting the entire canopy in red.

Ding Ruoyu hugged Lihong's arm and jumped up excitedly when a big golden flower exploded.

A few months ago, at the time of the Yanguo Fire Festival, the fireworks they watched were coming to an end, and the spectacular and beautiful ones had already been released.

Today is different, they can watch the whole hour in the courtyard, in the cloister, from the beginning to the end.

The fireworks in the sky stopped for a moment, and Li Hong suddenly stretched out the hand behind her back to her, and a red lotus composed of flames turned into a palm of her hand.

"We all passed out on the day of the fire festival, and you haven't enjoyed the fire yet." Li Hong smiled slightly, and was so connected to her heart.

He held her hand, and together the two of them put the fire lotus flower into a large tank of frozen water under a ginkgo tree in the courtyard.

The ice in the tank burst into cracks, and the fire lotus floating on the water conjured into a few glowing red fish, swimming in the tank, disappearing in an instant, and a burst of golden mist was raised.

The fog spread, rose and swirled, and a golden phoenix appeared in mid-air, flying around the courtyard three times, accompanied by another wave of fireworks blooming straight into the sky, dissolving into the gorgeous night sky.

Ding Ruoyu was dumbfounded, and he couldn't even say an adjective.

She knew that all of this was made up of some basic spells, but she never knew that these spells would become the most important performance items at the Fire Festival.

It turns out that magic can not only fight, but also bring such a wonderful world to people.

Looking at her expression, Li Hong guessed what she was thinking. So he rubbed her head and said, "A long time ago, I never disdained to play these tricks to bluff people, but then I met a bastard and saw him use magic to subdue a large group of enemies...... It's just a day to show them instead of attacking them, and in the end, they are all served by other forces together. ”

Ding Ruoyu thought it was a touching and thought-provoking good thing when he heard the first half, but he didn't expect to turn around and confide in their tragic end.

"What happened to that man?" She couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Anyway, it's not dead." There was a hint of avoidance in Lihong's words, as if he was reluctant to talk about that person anymore.

Ding Ruoyu didn't mention it, and when the last fireworks ended, the sky was dyed with a layer of gray fog and rain.

In the hall, the lady of Miao Yan counted more omissions and told the two that the time had arrived, and it was time to go back to the room to rest.

Li Hong sent away the wonderful words, stayed by Ding Ruoyu's side alone, silently watched her fall asleep, and quietly walked out of the courtyard.

The dog who was sleeping in the shed smelled the usual scent of smoke on his body, and whined twice, and Li Hong whispered to it, "Don't make a sound." ”

The dog obediently shrank back again.

Although it was a clear night, the surrounding canopy was covered with a layer of smoke, and no stars could be seen, and even the crescent moon became hazy, and its shadow hung in the sky.

He walked down the long deserted street, and after a meal, the building in front of him had been replaced by a palace with carved balustrades.

The walls of the palace are high and stretch forward, as if there is no end in sight. Downstairs under the wall, rows of neat and mighty guards in armor are standing at the exit, and they dare not slack off at all during the New Year.

Lihong bypassed them and came to a side gate with a famous lieutenant guarding the door.

He took out a flaming red token, and the lieutenant took a look at it, and hurriedly opened the door to invite him in.

A small officer led him around, and finally stopped in front of a cold palace that looked dilapidated on the outside.

The palace is lit with dim candles.

Lihong pushed the door in, and several arrows coated with phosphorus fire shot at him, almost making him have no time to react.

After narrowly dodging, he finally stepped into the courtyard gate. In front of the hall stood a white-haired young man, slowly lowering his bow and arrow.

"The new Witch Emperor of the Yan Kingdom...... The white-haired young man snorted coldly, threw his bow on the ground, led him into the hall first, and said with his back to him, "The first time we met, I was the Mi Luo who was rumored to be a god by the people of the world. ”

This tone that doesn't tell whether to be modest or arrogant is no one but him.

Li Hong sighed secretly, now that he looks like this, he can't even recognize Sui Han, let alone him.

A faint chuckle suddenly sounded in the lobby, which seemed to be far away, but also seemed to be close to the ear, making people unpredictable.

Lihong's body shook, and his feet were stuck to the ground and he couldn't move forward.

He clenched his fists, controlled his emotions, and turned sideways to look at the man with a blank expression.

It was a beautiful and elegant woman, with a divine light, smiling lips, and countless gentleness written between her eyebrows.

She is only in her teens at first glance, but she is about twenty years old under the scrutiny, but the noble temperament of the whole person is not at all so old.

"Chen Qingyi, you ......" Li Hong still didn't control it, showing an expression of extreme disgust and anger.

Few people can make him so gaffe.

He closed his eyes and opened them again, still unable to stop the slight trembling of his body.

"Do you remember our children?"

Chen Qingyi opened his mouth faintly, and with a gentle word, even Miro's expression changed.

"That's your wild seed, and it has nothing to do with me." took two steps back from Hong, almost didn't stand firm, held on to the desk behind him, and didn't look at her again.

Chen Qingyi smiled, his voice was like a silver bell, and his eyes were also rippling, as if he was not angry at all after listening to his answer.

"That's how you want to deny everything that happened that day?" She sighed softly, her eyes rolling, and anyone who saw it was shaken.

"Denial?" Li Hong slapped it on the desk, splitting it into a pile of sawdust, and rushed at her angrily, "How long are you going to slander me?" ”

"Adversary, don't think about doing anything wrong!" Miro rushed forward to stop him, Lihong was not his opponent, and was firmly controlled.

"You bastard, you can't tell the truth from the fake! Are you trying to join forces tonight and kill me here? Li Hong couldn't push him away, and half-knelt on the ground, eager to kill them together.

"How could it be so cheap to kill you." Mi Luo waited for him to calm down before letting go of his hand, but he was never allowed to get close to Chen Qingyi again.

After that, he glanced at Chen Qingyi again, and said with a straight face: "The old lover's nonsense will be talked about later, and we will discuss the business first." ”

Chen Qingyi pursed her lips and smiled, and took out an oiled paper bag from her sleeve, which contained some light red powder.

She raised the red powder in the air, and the golden light in her palm brushed by, and those red powder quickly condensed into a few lines of Heavenly Clan words in the air, shining with crystal light.

"It's news from the Flowing Flame who was imprisoned in the Heavenly Palace." Mi Luo said, "The Heavenly Fortune Pavilion will send a holy envoy to the Nether to clean up all of us in early summer. New hatred and old hatred, wait until the Holy Envoy is resolved. ”

Li Hong sat on the ground with his face down, not saying a word.

A voice like a silver bell sounded, and Chen Qingyi said with a smile: "What kind of account, a few of us may not be able to survive this experience." ”

"You and I are both old people in the heavenly realm, and I may not have to worry about my life in the future, but he may not be the devil." Miro kicked Li Hong, but he didn't dodge or dodge, he was firmly next to each other, and there were big shoe prints on his clothes.

"Caught again, try all the poisonous weeds and torture in the heavenly realm?" Chen Qingyi clapped her hands and smiled, her expression was like that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old innocent girl.

Li Hong looked at his palm and suddenly clenched. If you have to endure, you must endure, and you can't expose a little bit of the Heavenly Clan's magic in front of these two people.

"Did you send a summons to Sui Han?" After a long time, he got up again, patted the dirty marks on his body, and asked calmly.

"Unfortunately, he has always been a supporter of the Heavenly Fortune Pavilion." Millo sighed, "A war in the future is inevitable. I've never played against him, so I don't know how the world ranks them......"

"So you didn't inform him at all?" The calm on Hong's face was a little unbearable.

"My good husband, do you still have time to worry about others?" Chen Qingyi didn't know what trick he had used, he seemed to be still in his seat, but he actually came to his side and put his tiptoe around his neck.

"Sooner or later you will die at my hands!" Li Hong said this, and murderous aura appeared in his eyes.

Chen Qingyi didn't notice it, his palm went down his collarbone, stopped at his heart, and suddenly exclaimed: "Your heart, how can your heart ......?"

Lihong was finally able to find a gap and push her away.