Glancing at the wall clock on the wall of the villa in the Fantasy Cave: 3:20

Ye Lingyi sighed, and had to admit this fact that it gave people a toothache.

She's lost......

For the first time, Ye Lingyi stopped wandering for a long time, thinking about whether to directly cover the entire palace with soul power.

These few steps are a formation to isolate sound, really, which makes people inexplicably angry.

The devil knows where she's gone, and she hasn't heard a voice for so long.

"Yiyi, can you do it?" Garfield leaned on Ling Yi's shoulder, saying this, but there was no trace of worry on the cat's face.

"You can do it...... Well? Ye Lingyi suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong, Yiyi?"

"There are voices." Ye Lingyi turned and walked in the other direction.

She walked a little fast, her cascading clothes in a fluttering arc, and even she could only hear the sound, not sure how far away.

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On the east side of the Imperial Garden, at this time, it is lively.

"Yo, who am I? It turned out to be the prince! The young man who spoke looked like a purple brocade robe with a lot of money, and his appearance was delicate, but the temperament of the hanger was really unlikeable.

"Hey, Dongchen, look at you, why don't you salute when you see the prince?" Another yellow-robed young man with the same temperament said to Li Dongchen with a grin.

"That's it, Dongchen, this is His Royal Highness the Heavenly Fallen, a person who can't afford to offend, let's pay homage quickly." A group of seven or eight sons and brothers, all of them were full of undisguised disdain.

"Cheng Cheng Cheng, then let's do it together." Li Dongchen waved his hand to the teenagers around him who were obviously guarding with an indifferent face.

This group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenagers really bowed at the same time.

But then, they straightened up and burst into laughter.

"What's it, let's salute him if it's worth it, and we're not afraid of losing my life!"

"That's it, it's just a prince's name, and it's not a useless waste."

"Hey, don't say that, look at that face, put it in the small house, the absolute number one."

"Come on, where do you see that the top brand is a cripple, throw it on the bed, what can you do."

……

The teenagers who are not old next year keep saying unbearable words in their mouths.

On the opposite side of them, there was a sedan chair.

The eight sedan chair bearers seemed to be familiar with the scene in front of them, and their faces were expressionless.

And the person on the sedan chair, who was mercilessly ridiculed by everyone, did not seem to be from this world.

Dressed in a white robe that is too neat, the black hair is only half-pulled by an ordinary to extreme white hosta.

His right elbow landed on the armrest, his chin leaned slightly, and a smile of perfect arc on his face.

However, the unfocused gaze that fell on the ground was full of indifference and boredom that no one could see, and nothing else.

It seems that the person who spoiled the air in front of him did not exist at all.

In the early spring of March, the peach blossoms of the same color as his clothes bloomed just right.

He sat quietly in that sparse shadow, because he was stubborn enough to be able to pass through the branches of flowers, avoid the sunlight of the leaves, sweep through the face as handsome as a god, and reflect the Qinghua of that body.

Light, elegant and clean.

This is a fairy who does not stir up dust, and a god who does not touch the world.

And after the heavy apricot blossoms, around the corner, Ye Ling clenched the ink jade flute in his hand.

Is this the other side of his life?

Even she has to admire and warn a man.

She suddenly had a touch of anger in her heart for no reason, very light, but for those who knew her, it was terrifying.

Ye Lingyi exhaled lightly, calmed down the somewhat fluctuating heart, and casually pinched Garfield's ear and threw this guy who might have something bad into the illusion.

Then he walked over.

The person on the sedan car seemed to feel something, and his eyes that had not been in focus were somewhat drifted in this direction, and then, obviously, he was stunned.

In the same way, the group of teenagers also saw her, and the conversation and laughter came to an abrupt end.

Still wearing the delicate and complicated black robe that is not like that of a casual person like her, wearing a black cloak that has not changed, holding an ink-colored jade flute in his bare hands, he turned out of the heavily concealed shadows, and when he raised his hand to pluck the branches, his wrist was slightly exposed under the wide sleeves, and the delicate and delicate jade bracelet lined with black and white twisted jade bracelets was even more delicate.

Everyone unconsciously looked at the faces of the people who came, but at a glance, they only felt that the fairy mountain was hidden in the clouds and mist, and refused the prying eyes of ordinary people.

Under the white robe, the fingers that were so slender that women were jealous moved slightly, and the faint golden light flashed away, and the other moon face was already in the palm of her hand.

So the clouds and mist all dispersed, and Feng Xiyuan saw that face that could easily tug at his heartstrings.

is obviously such a soft facial features, obviously such a passionate heart, and there seems to be a 10,000-year-old frost that cannot be dissolved between the eyebrows.

Fortunately, the moonlight added a little warmth to her, so she was a little angry.

The height of the sedan chair was moderate, and she stepped closer, just at eye level.

Ye Lingyi felt his breath very seriously, however, it really didn't look like it at all.

Such a tranquil elegance is not at all like the domineering under the charm of that time.

Ye Ling frowned slightly, what kind of person is talented, easily, like a demon lord at that time, and like an immortal at this time?

In the end, which one is the real him?

Skirting the indifferent palanquin drivers, she suddenly stepped on the edge of the palanquin, leaned over, her long hair slipping out of her cloak and sweeping his fingertips and cheeks.

She picked him up, turned around, and landed on the ground, a purple light flashed on her left wrist, and she put him in the wheelchair in front of her.

The smooth movement is not chic.

This was used by her on a mission, but fortunately, she piled up the basement according to her habit, and last night, she asked Xishui to find it.

After a slight groan, Ye Lingyi took a white velvet blanket from the illusion and squatted down to cover his lap.

The killer mentality of the unusual person worked, and as for the reason, or maybe it was because she thought it looked more pleasing to the eye, but obviously she couldn't see it.

Her series of movements were too skillful and fast, and when Feng Xiyuan reacted, she reluctantly found that he had been arranged by her without beak.

He lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the strange thing under him, and then looked at her who was squatting, and suddenly he couldn't cry or laugh, it turned out that this kind of thing is still addictive.

However, a starry smile appeared in his dark eyes, so those phoenix eyes were suddenly beautiful.

We met again, well, he wasn't ready to go to her, but she appeared in front of him in such a sudden situation.

Is it possible to run away again?