Jun Qianxin turned his head to look at Mu Qianyan, and a touch of playfulness flashed in his eyes: "Qianyan, I like you, I don't like my brother, let's put the lanterns." ”

Mu Tianyan was very calm: "I don't like you, you can go by yourself." ”

Jun poured out his heart and said that he was very sad: "Tilt your face, you are so subtle." ”

Mu Tianyan smiled at her, wanting to let go of the hand holding Jun Tianjue, but Jun Tanjue did not fulfill her wishes, and the big hand directly took her small hand and held it in the palm of her hand.

Mu was puzzled: "Brother? ”

The thin lips opened lightly, there was no emotional change in the purple eyes, and he said lightly: "Block the peach blossoms." ”

Hearing him say this, Mu Tianyan smiled slightly, and didn't say anything more.

Jun was already surprised by this scene. turned around to leave, but his eyes were attracted by the front.

"Let's go to the front and have a look, it seems to be very lively."

Now that it's all out, let's have some fun.

There was a faint breath in the air, Jun squinted his eyes, raised his eyes and glanced ahead, there was a strange feeling in his heart, but he didn't know why.

didn't wait for Mu Tianyan and the others, obeyed the traction in his heart, and walked towards the crowd in front of him. The feeling in my heart is getting stronger and stronger, and my heart is beating slightly.

Jun was very puzzled by this phenomenon, and she didn't know how to explain it, so she just followed the feeling in her heart.

When he came to the lake, he glanced at the people on the big boat, his eyes narrowed slightly, and there was nothing special about it. Pouted, turned around and wanted to leave, but when his eyes swept over the inky figure, he froze.

The man's skin was as clear as snow, and his pupils were cold, but they were extremely holy. The ink hair is flying, the ink robe is automatic without wind, and the clothes are fluttering. Under the moonlight, the man's body exuded a cold and dusty temperament, but the indifference in those pupils was completely inconsistent with that temperament.

Like a god, cold and dusty, and people dare not approach, as if as long as they are stared at by his eyes, they will be killed in seconds.

The ink-robed man seemed to sense something, and raised his eyes to look at the source of that gaze, and it was the pair of sparkling purple eyes that met him.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, and the indifference in his eyes did not dissipate, on the contrary, the chill deepened.

The eyebrows, the eyes, and the temperament of the body are all overlapping with the man in the memory, and they become one.

It's him!

Emperor Dust!

Jun was shocked in his heart, and before he had time to think about it, he flew up and flew towards the opposite side of the lake.

Looking at the white-clothed woman flying towards him, the ink-robed man squinted, did not stop, turned to leave, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

"Emperor Luochen!"

Damn it! Her purple pupils are the best sign of identity, does he still want to go?

Don't tell her he didn't recognize her, absolutely impossible!

Without a response from him, Jun poured out his speed and chased after the inky figure, grabbing the man's arm with one hand. The moment she touched the man, a pair of pupils turned cold, and she turned around and slapped Jun mercilessly.

"Get out!"

The man's voice was very cold, without a trace of emotion, like an ice pick.

With a flash of figure, Jun poured out to avoid his attack, and said coldly: "I'm not here to fight with you!" “

Looking at the strange woman in front of him, a touch of displeasure rose between the eyebrows of the ink-robed man, and his eyes narrowed dangerously: "Don't follow me anymore." ”