Chapter 170: The Werewolf Clan Prince 1

The arrogance and arrogance escalated from angry eyes to cracked fingers,β€”β€” hair stood straight up, eyes cracked, anger to the extreme.

I succeeded.

Hmph, you deserve to be angry like this! It's better to be angry and go with a whimper. Even if you don't have a life, you're half angry, but it's cool to watch.

I was overjoyed and laughed.

He whistled loudly.

And shouted that kind of scolding again: "Die stupid! Stupider than a pig! He scolded again: "You two are so stupid, I guess the master is not smart!" ”

Arrogant and arrogant, he continued to dare to be angry and dare not speak.

Wolf City has arrived.

I stood on it and looked down curiously.

In the green mountains and green waters, there are tall and magnificent building groups. The surrounding scenery is beautiful, the ethereal clouds and smoke are far and near, and there are strange flowers and plants everywhere, and the Yao trees and Qionghua.

There are not many people coming and going.

There are no shops, no streets, no bustling markets. There is no singing and laughing, the lights are bright, the chips are staggered, and the paper is drunk. There is no rolling red dust in Nan'an City, which is lively and fragrant, and it is a lively and prosperous scene.

I'm not without disappointment.

Is the wolf city this lonely and secluded ghost like?

It's not comparable to Nan'an City.

Finally, in a willow clinging, flowing water winding path through the secluded place, purple lacquer high-rise buildings, purple lacquer gates, looks quite solemn luxury palace, arrogant and wild with me left and right, slowly falling.

The plaque on the gate has three big characters written on it: Zixuan Palace.

I couldn't help but be stunned.

I remembered that the purple-clothed elf told her in a dream, "...... Later, when I finish dealing with the matter at hand, I will have someone pick you up and take you to Zixuan Palace. ”

This Zixuan Palace must not be the Zixuan Palace that the purple-clothed elf said.

The guards guarding the door looked extremely respectful when they saw the arrogance and arrogance. With a smile on his face: "Brother Zhang, Brother Yang, are you back?" ”

Insolence and arrogance are also cold and arrogant.

He said "um" with his nose and walked in with me.

This Zixuan Palace is quite magnificent.

As far as the eye can see, there are criss-crossed, imposing buildings everywhere. Purple walls, purple tiles, Qionglou Jade Pavilion, far and near the palace towers, row upon row, high and low.

The surroundings are heavily guarded.

One door after another, one after another, a row of strong imperial guards, holding standard spears, stood still at their posts, mighty and solemn.

I walked all the way with the arrogance and the wildness.

Walk through the hanging flower gate, the long hand-copying verandah. In the middle is the hall, where there is a large interstitial screen of red sandalwood shelf marble.

Walking further on, there is a small courtyard.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the greenery is abundant. The warmth and freshness of the sun greeted you.

I couldn't believe it, and I let out an "ahhh

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a flute not far away, crisp and melodious. It is as endless as gurgling water, lingering with infinite reverie and longing.

The flute player is a peerless pretty man in dark purple clothes, tall and straight. The hollow carved purple jade crown is tied with jet-black and bright hair, a purple robe, the cuffs are inlaid with embroidered gold thread auspicious clouds, and the waist is tied with a moon-white auspicious cloud pattern belt, and a delicate white mutton fat jade pendant is hung on it.

I said "ah" again.

Overjoyed, he ran towards him and shouted, "Brother in purple! Brother in purpleβ€”"

It was the purple-clad elf.

He looked much better than the last time I saw him in my dream, he was sick and seemed to be fully recovered.