Soon, the birthday party gradually came to an end, and the people in the hall left one after another.

There were attendants who went and followed each one.

When we were almost down the hall, a few more people walked down the upper floor.

Mu Xiaofeng looked fixedly, all of them were grandfather's respected friends from all over the world that he saw during the day.

Mu Xiaofeng stepped forward and said hello politely.

"Night, not yet!" Lord Marquis, looking at the ......... behind Mu Xiaofeng with a smile Mo Chenye.

Then I saw that Mo Chenye slowly walked up to Marquis Mo and called softly, "Grandpa." Mu Xiaofeng took a step back and glanced at Mo Chenye.

It turned out that the Holy Son of the Temple of Light was actually the grandson of the Marquis of Mo in the Western United States.

"Xiaofeng, you come over too." Mu Xiaofeng bowed his head slightly, and also walked over, walked to Mo Chenye's side, and lightly distanced himself from him.

Marquis Mo deliberately wanted her to make friends with his grandson, knowing that she was not in harmony with the Temple of Light, and he didn't know what medicine was sold in this old man's gourd.

"I know that Xiaofeng doesn't like the Temple of Light, and Ye'er has some tasks to do as the Holy Son of the Temple of Light, but I hope that if Xiaofeng encounters any pressure from the Temple of Light in the future, Ye'er can release a little water to Xiaofeng. And Xiaofeng doesn't blame Ye'er......"

Marquis Mo told them in front of them, except for the two people involved, none of the people present heard it.

After Marquis Mo finished speaking, Mo Chenye's cold eyes glanced at Mu Xiaofeng, and he nodded slightly after a long time.

And Mu Xiaofeng smiled at Marquis Mo, "Of course." Hiding the light in his eyes, Mu Xiaofeng looked at Marquis Mo with a grateful look.

"Marquis Mo, don't come unharmed!" The voice of the evil man rang out.

The man in the purple dress watched Marquis Mo come step by step, and then forcibly inserted between Mo Chenye and Mu Xiaofeng, Marquis Mo's body was suddenly shocked, and he was full of shock when he saw the night waning moon coming over.

"It turned out to be the Earl, don't come unharmed!" Not knowing what the Night Moon had done to this marquis, Mu Xiaofeng found that he had a look of fear and respect in his eyes when he looked at the Night Moon.

Marquis Mo seemed to remember something again, "No, it should be called the Pope, the Pope of the Dark Temple." ”

The tense atmosphere was obviously in momentum, and this marquis lost.

Night Wanyue's hand was on Mu Xiaofeng's shoulder, "My people." "By the way, take it into your arms.

Mu Xiaofeng only frowned, but didn't say anything.

She thought, since Mo Chenye is a person from the Temple of Light, then his grandfather, Lord Marquis, should also have a lot of relationship with the Temple of Light, but she doesn't know what kind of existence he is in the Temple of Light.

This party is over quickly, and Mu Xiaofeng is about to officially prepare his plan to go to the United States of the West.

Tonight, Mo Chenye gave her a big gift, she liked it very much.

A dark shadow swayed in front of her window, Mu Xiaofeng frowned, opened the door and walked out.

"Young Master, where are you going so late?" Mu Xiaofeng waved his hand, "Concentrate on doing what I told you, I'll go out for a while, and you don't need to follow me." ”

Only took a coat, Mu Xiaofeng draped it over his shoulders, and walked out of the room and into the courtyard.

The moon hung high in the sky, and the moonlight cast on the treetops, revealing a little afterimage through the cracks.

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