"Look! It's a member of the Song family!! ”

A group of people came in the distance of the crowd, led by Song Zifeng, the second son of the Song family, standing next to him was Song Yanqing, the young master of the Song family, and a little to the left, there was a Feng Beiyue wearing a green gauze skirt, splashing ink and hair, slightly pulled up, and holding a cute and cute pet in his arms.

When Feng Beiyue arrived with the people of the Song family, the people of the other families were already waiting here.

Feng Beiyue saw at a glance several royal princes standing at the front of the crowd, as well as Ye Yilan, as well as several familiar Ling Yuye and Ling Xuemo, Han Ziye, etc.

"Look! Isn't that the third lady of the Feng family? How did she get with the people of the Song family? Someone in the crowd suddenly asked in surprise.

"That's 1, why isn't she with the people of the Feng family!?"

"Who knows? Was it sent elsewhere by the secret realm? ”

"Possibly!"

Feng Zhiruo stared viciously at Feng Beiyue, who was walking on Song Yanqing's side, gritted her teeth and clenched her fists: "Damn! No wonder she couldn't find her, so she hid in the Song family! Hum! ”

"And what are you going to do now?" Feng Qiuting glanced at her and asked.

"Humph!" Feng Zhiruo snorted coldly, glared at Feng Qiuting, and said, "There is still half a month before the closure of the secret realm, Miss Ben has time to kill her!" ”

Feng Qiuting's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, glanced at her meaningfully, and said lightly: "It's better to be like this!" ”

"Wind North Moon! You're not dead yet! ”

As soon as Ye Yilan saw Feng Beiyue appear, her eyes turned green, she gritted her teeth and stepped forward, pointing at Feng Beiyue in the crowd and roaring.

Feng Beiyue hugged the gluttony in her arms, glanced at her lightly, bent her arm and plucked her ears, hooked her red lips, opened her lips and said, "You are not dead yet, how can I be willing to die?" ”

Ye Yilan gritted her teeth: "You! ”

Night Emperor Xing frowned, took a step forward, stared at Feng Beiyue tightly, and was as cold as a knife: "These days, you are all with him?" The Night Emperor Star pointed at Song Zifeng, his face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were even colder!

Feng Beiyue had just opened her mouth, and before she had time to fight back, Song Zifeng, the elm head, began to explain first: "The Seventh Prince misunderstood, Miss Feng only came to the Song family's team yesterday, and it is not what the prince thought!" ”

"Really?" The Night Emperor's brows were still tight, obviously, not fully convinced.

Song Zifeng hurriedly replied: "That's true! ”

Feng Beiyue sneered?, looking at the Night Emperor Star with contempt and sarcasm, like looking at an idiot, disdainful: "Where am I, with whom, do I need to report to you?" Dare to ask, which green onion are you? ”

"Wind North Moon! Don't be ignorant! If it weren't for the emperor's brother, you would have died a long time ago! Ye Yilan spoke again, her eyes eager to eat Feng Beiyue alive.

"Oh?" Feng Beiyue's eyes flashed slightly, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes, but she still spoke indifferently and sarcastically: "I don't know what the sixth princess said about this?" ”

Ye Yilan glared at Feng Beiyue fiercely, and said as soon as she opened her mouth: "Eight years ago, if it weren't for your seventh brother, you would have fallen into the ...... long ago."

"Ye Yilan!!" With a burst of drinking, Ye Yilan's whole person trembled in fright, and she quickly shut up, and the Night Emperor Star glanced at her coldly, before she turned to Feng Beiyue and asked, "Where have you been these days?" ”

"What? Lord Night Lord, do you not understand, or how do you drop? Feng Beiyue lazily smoothed her gluttonous hair, raised her head and looked at him sarcastically, and said: "I, Feng Beiyue, have nothing to do with you, the Seventh Prince, so what I do and where I go has nothing to do with you!" Feng Beiyue paused, sighed, shook her head with some pity, looked at him with a pitiful face, and continued: "Some princes are really terminally ill and have no cure!" ”

Feng Beiyue squinted at him, and regardless of whether he understood or not, she turned around and walked towards the suspected entrance of the secret realm.

Night Emperor Xing looked at Feng Beiyue's back as she walked away, her hands slowly tightened, and her eyes looked at her even more deeply.