Where would Zhai Yuxuan answer, not to mention, to knock Hua Yuqiong unconscious from the periphery of the Fengqi Mountain Range to the inner enclosure, and then throw it down, that was also the idea he participated in. Now let him answer, how will he answer?

The crowd didn't know why, but they felt that the whole atmosphere of the banquet was very depressing, and they only hoped that the banquet would end as soon as possible, so that they could leave this dreary place.

Especially He Qingyu, she only felt a weight on her shoulders, as if someone was pressing her down and forcing her to kneel.

After a while, He Qingyu was sweating profusely, and before everyone could react, she just listened to "Bang!" "Bang bang bang!" and He Qingyu's scream, she was already kneeling on the ground.

Everyone's nervous nerves tensed, and they quickly looked at the source of the sound.

I saw He Qingyu kneeling directly on the ground, because there was a desk in front of her, in the process of being pressed to her knees by a dark force, due to the fierce speed, she directly crushed the desk, and the porcelain containing fruit on the desk fell to the ground with the destruction of the desk, and it was shattered all over the ground.

Some porcelain pieces had already pierced He Qingyu's kneeling legs. After a while, He Qingyu's pink dress was stained with blood, but she couldn't scream. Under the powerful pressure, the pain in her leg hurt so much that she lost consciousness.

Hua Yuqiong watched He Qingyu kneel down towards her, kneeling so "sincerely", her eyebrows raised slightly, and her phoenix eyes looked at Xin Han, who was sitting not far away.

Good guy, I really don't know what pity is.

Cheng Yuqi's eyes widened in surprise, his eyes looked at Hua Yuqiong, and when he saw that he was also shocked, he also knew that it was not Hua Yuqiong's doing.

Zhai Zilan followed the gaze of Hua Yuqiong and looked at Xin Han, and wondered.

I don't know if it's his delusion, how does he feel that this Prince Xihuai is very different from painting Yuqiong?

Zhai Yuxuan saw He Qingyu kneeling on the ground, her originally ruddy little face turned pale at this moment, and her silver teeth bit her bloodless lip stubbornly, and she couldn't help but exclaim: "Yu'er! ”

quickly moved to He Qingyu's side, grabbed He Qingyu's arm and was about to help her up, but He Qingyu seemed to be fixed on a thousand-ton stone, not moving at all.

Not only could he not help He Qingyu up, but he almost flashed himself out.

"Little waste! Look for death!! ”

Seeing that he couldn't help He Qingyu three times twice, Zhai Yuxuan looked at Hua Yuqiong with gloomy eyes, and the palm wind mixed with spiritual power quickly hit Hua Yuqiong.

Xin Han's eyes were cold, and he jumped up on the seat in an instant and landed in front of Hua Yuqiong.

Seeing this, Lan Shao, who had just pulled out half of the Fulong sword, withdrew the sword from its scabbard and stood behind Hua Yuqiong to listen to the order.

Hua Yuqiong looked at the dark figure in front of her, and couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and a warm current slipped through her heart.

I only heard Hua Yuqiong whisper: "Brother, it's interesting enough!"

Xin Han's heart moved slightly, but now he didn't have time to let him correct the word "brother" in painting Yuqiong.

Zhai Yuxuan saw Xin Han standing in front of Hua Yuqiong, but it was impossible to withdraw his hand. I saw Xin Han use his palm to carry his spiritual power, directly facing Zhai Yuxuan's palm wind, and the two spiritual powers collided together, making a loud sound.

"Bang!"

"Hmm...... Poof!"

Zhai Yuxuan was slapped out by Xin Han's palm, spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and took several steps back before stabilizing his body. He covered his chest, coughed, coughed out another mouthful of blood, and raised his eyes to look at Xin Han, who was standing straight in front of Hua Yuqiong.