"Fengfeng, what do you think of me? Will it be too conspicuous? He looked in front of the mirror.

I saw a wide black robe, the inky green silk flew wantonly, the red silk between the forehead was tied in the bun, and the red diamond inlaid in the middle was like a cinnabar mole between the eyebrows. A pair of slender peach blossom eyes under the sword eyebrows, and the narrow eyelashes are upturned, lining the red eyes very dazzlingly.

A slightly wicked smiling face, a healthy wheat complexion with pale pink lips, handsome and prominent facial features, and a perfect face shape, but it gives people a sense of yin owl.

"You are so concerned about Han Ming's birthday." Qingfeng looked at him and said lightly.

"The king asks you if you will be noisy?" Liwang was clearly not satisfied with his answer.

"The prince's temperament is dazzling no matter how he wears it." The breeze followed his mind.

"Then the king will be satisfied!" Liwang said contentedly.

Several people came to the main hall and sat down one by one, and it was a breeze from the king's seat, and thousands of spirits lived behind them.

Sure enough, it was all brought out by a prince, at this time Qian Ling lowered his head, and the bun in front of him almost covered his eyes, but at the division of the bun, you can still see the right eye, silver-gray pupils, and triangular eyes. The finger-thick white earrings on the right ear sparkled, the lips were slightly closed, and the pointed chin was drooping, so that no expression could be seen.

At this time, he crossed his arms with both hands, a dark red shirt, but his left arm was completely exposed, wrapped around by red ribbons, and dark red tight pants lined his slender legs perfectly. The two short swords on his back are combined into one, and they are unusually light.

There was an almost half-man-long package on the back, revealing a small piece of golden-colored hilt. The blue, red, and green gems inlaid on the hilt of the sword are distributed in a triangular pattern, and it can be seen that the sword is not light.

Qian Ling didn't say much anymore, and stood quietly, no different from Qian Ling's dress, with an almost half-human-long package behind his back, revealing a small piece of golden-colored sword hilt. The blue, red, and green gems inlaid on the hilt of the sword are distributed in a triangular pattern, and it can be seen that the sword is not light.

At this time, the palace is no longer as silent as before, and the lights on both sides of the avenue are bright, and even the entire palace is bright, reflecting half of the sky.

But there was no noise from anyone, and it was quiet, adding a sense of solemnity to this advanced prosperity.

I only saw a cluster of brilliant fireworks appear in the sky, and the quiet crowd in the main hall all looked up at the cluster of fireworks, and under the moonlight, a black robe flew up, as if coming from the moonlight, falling on the eaves, standing.

The dark robe wrapped the slender figure inside, the breeze blows, the hem of the robe flies, with a dark aura, even if it is facing everyone, you can't see his face clearly.

No one said anything, just stared blankly at the people above.

Until the three figures behind him suddenly appeared on the roof in an equally strange way, everyone couldn't help but be speechless.

"Pretend!" Liwang said disdainfully.

The white robe on the far right is elegant, and the whole body exudes an icy aura.

In the middle, she was wearing a long scarlet dress, with a charming smile, but she looked at the people in the hall coldly.

The person on the far left is also dressed in a dark robe, and the whole person is hidden in the darkness, as if there is no sense of existence.

But seeing the clothes of the two people next to him, everyone realized more that his presence was an oppression for everyone.

There is no doubt that they are the three major guards of the Hades, Thousand Feathers, Rouge, and Broken Knife.

Everyone's eyes seemed to shift from the three people in the back to the dark robes in the front.

The person who can make the three guards appear at the same time, except for the Hades King, I'm afraid there is no second person.

Is that Hades? Everyone looked surprised and couldn't make a sound.

"Everyone's been waiting for a long time!" A loud voice interrupted the silence.

The man on the roof slowly raised his head, the cold silver mask covered half of his face, the dark eyes, which looked suffocating, thin lips, and pointed chin, no one could imagine what kind of face he had under that mask.

"Pretending!" Liwang muttered in a low voice.

"Farewell to the king! There is also King Zhao, who is young and has great achievements, but he is worthy of admiration! As he spoke, the Hades had turned to the young man who was lying on one side, resting with his head on his hands, and was dressed in a gorgeous manner.

Everyone's eyes were equally on this man of unknown origin and who didn't understand the rules.

"It turns out that he is King Zhao!" Someone whispered.

This person sat opposite the king, but the son who was taking a nap didn't seem to notice this, and began to sleep from the moment he came to the banquet, and at this moment he was sleeping even more fragrantly, turning over and continuing to sleep, as if he didn't notice anything strange around him.

"It's too rude, isn't it?" Some people whispered, obviously a little dissatisfied with him, and also expressed doubts about the true identity of this person, after all, the legendary King Zhao was a person who grew up on horseback, and he had nothing to do with the handsome young man in front of him.

Hades didn't seem to mind, flying down from the eaves, sitting in the center of the main hall, not saying anything, but there was always an inexplicable sense of oppression, maybe because everyone saw the mystery brought by the silver mask of Hades, or maybe because of himself, even the sound of breathing could be heard very clearly, and everyone seemed to forget that this was originally a festive banquet.