The main purpose of this banquet is the queen's granddaughter, Lijie Anlian.

There are some differences from Qingluan's imagination.

This time, there may be variables.

"What's wrong?" The mirror snake wiped his nosebleed, and when he saw Qingluan staring at the direction of the stunning girl and didn't know what he was thinking, he immediately teased, "Still fascinated?" ”

Qingluan glanced at him, "You think everyone is you!" Wind chimes, what is your first impression of this little beauty? ”

"Gentle and kind! Like the female number one in the TV series! ”

"What have you been watching lately..."

"Hey, hey~" Wind Chimes smirked.

“...”

"What did you find?" Qiu Yan saw that Qingluan's expression was a little different, and asked out loud.

This girl has unusual acumen and... The scheming is deep. Qiu Yan slowly took a sip of slightly sweet dew, and her eyes under the glasses seemed to be reflected by the light around her.

"Nope." Qingluan scratched her hair, "It's just that it feels, it's a little different from what it looks like." ”

"What's the difference?" Wind Chimes leaned over, "You don't think she's like a paper kite, do you?" On the surface, he is kind and weak, but in fact he kills people like hemp?! ”

"I think she's probably worse than a paper kite." Qingluan looked serious.

"Hey... Don't scare me..."

"That's scared, you're so timid!"

The banquet was still so boring.

Qingluan, who was going to talk to the queen's little granddaughter Lijie Anlian, didn't find a chance until the end of the banquet, and the stunning girl's side was full of people all the time, and she couldn't be seen just by looking at her, let alone squeezing in to find her.

"It's not too early, let's go rest!" Qingluan shrugged helplessly and decided to go to sleep.

"Rest so early today?" The wind chimes were surprised.

"People are getting old."

“...”

Wind Chimes and Qingluan were playing, and Xiaomei and a few people followed behind the two, slowly stepping on the wisteria everywhere.

At night, the Qiulin clan is shrouded in a faint layer of blurry purple.

"Look at them like this, don't they look like just two ordinary girls?" Xiao Mei laughed and broke the silence.

The purple vines that were entwined everywhere emitted a faint purple halo, and occasionally a few small bubbles flew out, which soon shattered in mid-air, and there was silence all around, as if everything had fallen into sleep.

Qiu Yan smiled, "I don't have a problem with you saying that the wind chimes are ordinary girls, but Qingluan, she doesn't look like it." ”

"I think Qingluan is more like a point than a wind chime," Jiang Nan muttered quietly.

"She's not as simple as you think." Feng Die retracted her gaze and gently tapped Jiang Nan's head, "I always feel that this journey, perhaps, we can know something." ”

Jiang Nan didn't understand when Feng Die and the others began to become mysterious and secretive, and always said things he couldn't understand.

"Let's go, it's time to rest and recuperate. There is still a tough battle to be fought in the next few days. Xiao Mei didn't explain much.

"Okay."

Intel Empire.

Popper College.

It was late at night in the Black Plains Mountains, but it was still noon in the Intel Empire.

Paper Kite stepped on the stairs, step by step towards the direction of the rooftop, wearing iron gloves and carrying a small brown suitcase, the academy was empty because of the holiday, only the sound of her footsteps remained.

The cool breeze on the rooftop blows the school uniform and skirt on the body.

"You're looking for me." Somewhat cool voice.

The girl with her back turned around, her light golden eyes were as delicate as jewels, and the most peculiar and attractive thing was the red tear mole under the corners of her eyes.

Ralsel Theses.

"What's the matter?" Ralsel looked at the paper kite, his expression unchanged.

Paper Kite would take the initiative to ask her to meet her at the academy, which surprised her a little.

"There is no interest." The paper kite gestured to the small suitcase in his hand, and his voice was still cold, "Cooperate once?" ”

The focus should be on the brown suitcase she was carrying, but the first glance at Ralselle was on the iron gloves worn by the paper kite, faintly, as if there was an unreal purple-black glow.

This kind of Tieral Cer is a very isolated wood and iron, but it is not common in the Intel Empire.

Is she jealous of what's in her suitcase?

With a slight roll of his eyes, Ralsel gathered his thoughts and looked at the paper kite again.

"Tell me about it."