Being looked at by Yuan Changhuan with meaningful eyes, Long Quyuan was calm, "Xiao Huan'er, you think about it." ”

Glancing at the beast scuffle below them, he continued, "There are still six hours to go. ”

After six hours, the untouch beasts will be foamy.

And the Tower of Babel will also return to its former tranquility.

In fact, Long Quyuan can use the illusion, and he can solve everything in the blink of an eye, but he is useless, because Xie Ci can also use illusions, even if he uses the illusion, Xie Ci can be lifted.

Just as if he used the illusion to thank him, he would dispel it, they ...... One out of the same door.

Scold.

Long Quyuan's thin red lips pursed slightly, evoking an understated arc, as beautiful as a person and a demon.

Yuan Changhuan looked at him, and suddenly found that Long Quyuan seemed to have returned to his original state, the tail of his eyes was dyed with heavy purple rouge, strange and seductive, magnificent, his skin was as white as snow, his lips were as red as snow, his black hair was like ink, and he reached his ankles, and even the original dark red brocade robe on his body did not know when it was replaced by a crimson loose red robe.

It seems that this is the real Long Quyuan, and it seems that he is hiding himself again.

The beauty of the upside-down beings is not hidden, but more gorgeous and eye-catching.

Seeing Yuan Changhuan looking at himself a little sluggishly, Long Quyuan hooked his lips with satisfaction, and asked her in front of the thanks, "Xiao Huan'er, is this seat good-looking?" ”

Yuan Changhuan, who never lies about beauty, nodded sincerely, "Good-looking." ”

Didn't notice the face of the thanks, which had turned black.

And Long Quyuan was extremely happy to hear her answer, and he actually withdrew his hand from his sleeve, and the red yarn under his feet also calmed down, lazy and leisurely, like its owner.

In an instant, Yuan Changhuan caught a glimpse of Xie Ci's gloomy face, like a leopard ready to attack, ready to give the enemy a fatal blow at any time.

Just before he did it.

Long Quyuan spoke again, "For the sake of Xiao Huan'er being so discerning, this seat has decided to let you choose, with this seat or with him." ”

The voice was faint, not slow, "But after following him, I will never be able to return to Tongtian Pavilion, Xiao Huan'er, you have to think about it." ”

"Mother's ......" Yuan Miao grabbed his mother's hand and spoke in a low voice.

He understood Long Quyuan's words, this beautiful uncle was going to let them go.

Mother must seize the opportunity.

Although he believed that his father could take them away, if Uncle Beauty could let them go, then they would be able to leave without a single soldier, and he would not have to worry that his father would be injured or in danger, and he would leave unharmed.

There was no need for Yuan Miao to speak, Yuan Changhuan would also choose to leave, patting his son's head comfortingly, Yuan Changhuan raised his eyes to look at Xie Ci, his red lips opened slightly, "Let's go." ”

The next moment, I saw that the gloomy clouds under Xie Ci's eyes were as if the fog had dispersed, and it was clear in an instant.

It was Long Quyuan, who laughed beautifully when her voice landed, "Xiao Huan'er, after leaving, I really can't come back." ”

"I'm not trying to scare you."

Yuan Changhuan looked at him calmly, his eyebrows were enchanting but indifferent, "This is not my home, so it doesn't matter if you can't come back." ”

……

Watching them leave, Long Quyuan stepped on the red veil and turned to leave.

There is no nostalgia, and there is no intention to leave Yuan Changhuan, this is her own choice.

The Tower of Babel, which had been noisy for two days and one night, suddenly fell silent.

Even the corpses of the beasts disappeared without a trace, as if the great war had never existed.