As soon as he came out of the space, there was one more thing in his arms, he lowered his eyes and looked at the woman in his arms, his face suddenly darkened, and he was about to let go and throw the person out.

"Oh, don't!"

Hua Yuqiong looked at the handsome boy holding her with charming eyes, feeling that she was about to be thrown out, and her desire to survive made her quickly reach out and wrap her hand around the man's neck.

Sai Ye's face turned even darker, his eyes seemed to be as cold as ice, and he said coldly: "Get down!"

Hearing this, Hua Yuqiong not only did not get angry, but stretched out a white finger to hook the chin of the handsome man who looked like a god, and the corners of her lips showed a charming smile.

"What? Just finished eating tofu, let your aunt and grandmother go? ”

Saiya tried to throw her out again, but unexpectedly, Painted Yuqiong was squeezing at him like an octopus all the time.

"Painting Yuqiong, the deity orders you to come down!"

As he spoke, Saiya stretched out his slender hand and grabbed the neck of the painting feather Qiong.

"Hmm, how can Childe be so kind to the slave family? The slave family hurts. ”

Hua Yuqiong was choked by someone's neck, and in an instant, he obediently let go of the hand that hooked someone's chin, and whispered softly in the ear of the sacrifice night.

Matsuya sank his face, and was about to retract his fingers when a cry came from beside him.

"Your Excellency's mercy!"

When he looked sideways, the purple eyes in his eyes instantly turned into a deep ink, and his cold eyes looked straight at the man.

Where did Diao Min come from, dare to speak to him like this?

After seeing Xin Han's handsome face again, the eyes of the night of the sacrifice narrowed slightly.

Actually that is the prince of the East China Sea?

Xin Han was shocked for a moment by the gaze cast by the man in the black robe and the domineering man, and subconsciously looked away, looking at the reddish women's painting Yuqiong in the arms of the night festival, and couldn't help but have a slight glint in his eyes.

Arjun......

Xin Han subconsciously classified the two black-clothed men who suddenly appeared just now as subordinates of the black-robed man in front of him who he didn't dare to look at directly.

In fact, he was right.

The old man looked at the night of the festival, and always felt that the slender and noble man in front of him was somewhat familiar.

looks like an immortal, momentum like a god, and unfathomable strength......

Wait a minute!

The old man looked at the sacrificial night, clenched his fists respectfully, and said, "Your Excellency is the master who saved Qiong'er in the Fengqi Mountain Range before?" ”

Sai Ye looked at the old man who was extremely respectful to him, his expression did not change, but there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Who is this old man?

On the side, who was silently observing in the dark and calamity, he saw his own holy venerable looking at the painting master's own grandfather with a cold face, and his temples jumped suddenly.

Calamity flashed to the side of the sacrificial night, and whispered to the sacrificial night: "Holy Venerable, this is the painter's own grandfather. ”

So, don't hang your face, scare people, and the painter will have to run to Xin Han's side.

It's really that the emperor is not in a hurry, and the eunuch is in a hurry.

Matsuya glanced at the calamity, "You go and say." ”

Since he knew this man, let him speak.

Hearing this, the disaster responded: "Obey." ”

The old man looked at the two of them, and his mind was also puzzled.

Did he ask the wrong person and run into this Venerable One?

I saw that the disaster looked at the old man with a smile on his face, and said, "My family is the ...... of painting Yuqiong."

The smile on Calamity's face condensed slightly, and at this moment, countless relationships between the two flashed in his mind.

Deity? Your Excellency? The future husband? Child husband? Child bride? Still is......