A little boy holding a pipa timidly appeared outside the pavilion.

Standing on the high stone steps, he bowed down to everyone and said, "My master, please go inside." ”

The pavilion behind him is bright and brilliant, like a palace in the sky, within reach.

The little boy looked clean, and there was nothing evil in him.

A dark wind blew towards him.

A moment later, three children with pigtails and red belly pockets giggled and held hands around the little boy holding the lute.

The child's gray little hand grabbed the little boy's arm, and a pitch-black slap print appeared on the skin.

Half of his body was as cold as an ice cellar in an instant, and the little boy holding the pipa was so frightened that he screamed.

The mad monk looked at him and asked loudly, "Your master, but is it Prince Zhen?" ”

The little boy trembled with fright, "I, I ......"

At this moment, a weak and old voice came from the bright pavilion:

"Ahem...... Ladies and gentlemen...... They are all high-minded people, so why bother...... Embarrassment of a little boy? Poor Dao is here, waiting for you. ”

The voice was so weak that the person who spoke seemed to be dying.

But at the same time, the sound was so loud that it reached the bottom of the pavilion and into the ears of everyone.

Shocked by the sound, the three red-bellied children covered their ears, so that the little boy holding the pipa was able to escape, and ran into the tall building behind him with a pale face.

The mad monk recalled his ghost baby and asked, "Do you want to let my treasures go over to visit first?" ”

Rong Yan flicked his long sleeves and took the lead in stepping, "No need, let's go in." ”

Built on top of a hill, this tall building is the tallest building on the island in the middle of the lake.

The high-rise building is surrounded by the wind, standing on the upper floor and looking up, the beautiful scenery in the lake can be seen at a glance.

More than a dozen musicians sat in the corner, playing and playing, the music was quiet and beautiful, and with such a night lake scene, it did not seem noisy.

The table was full of delicacies, and the wine cup was already full of fine wine, as if the host of the banquet had already prepared everything and was waiting for the arrival of the guests.

But on the jade throne of the main seat, it was empty, and there was no one.

Instead, under the main seat, a thick tiger skin blanket was spread.

A middle-aged man with a withered and dark face was lying on a blanket, his skinny body as if he was trapped in the thick fur.

He leaned against a soft pillow that propped his head up, barely able to raise his eyes and speak to the crowd.

"Ahem...... Poor Dao was not in good health, so he didn't get up to greet him. Ladies and gentlemen, please feel free to take your seats. ”

This voice is the same voice that everyone has heard outside.

The fragrance of paulownia blossoms is transmitted into the high platform along the night breeze.

There is a thick paulownia tree outside the building, this season, it is still full of white flowers, the flowers are scorching hot, and the fragrance is refreshing.

In such a night, the lake is vast, the silk and bamboo are leisurely, and the host has carefully prepared everything, no matter from which aspect, it is a very sincere banquet.

But now it's in the middle of the lake, the lair of the black dragon infected by evil thoughts.

How could there be such a peaceful banquet?

"Then bother." Rong Yan opened his mouth and chose a desk to sit down.

Seeing this, the dozens of people behind him also silently looked for seats to sit down. It's just that the tense momentum on his body can't be integrated with the atmosphere in this high platform at all.