Although Ling Xian'er used a small trick to give Mo Cong a warning bell, after all, the magic country used the highest etiquette to receive Mo Cong's poisonous dragon zhi and mountain ghost Wen. The next series of diplomatic activities were carried out in a very harmonious atmosphere, and Ling Xian'er was dignified, elegant, and sensitive, which made Mo Cong and the three of them see another side of the little princess.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Ling Xian'er never gave Mo Cong any chance to contact alone.

"Alas, tonight is a private reception for Princess Lingxian'er, and we finally have a chance to talk about some personal matters. Walking into Ling Xian'er's private banquet hall, Poison Dragon Zhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the formal etiquette for three consecutive days made him uncomfortable. Mo Cong and Mountain Ghost Wen also felt the same way, but the two of them were not as optimistic as Poison Dragon Zhi.

The little princess's private dining room is lavishly decorated with a magical atmosphere, a white dining table neatly arranged with several sets of utensils, three pure gold lamps, intricately made chandeliers hanging from the dome, and the thin lily petal-like lampstand with cicada wings shines brightly, and the dancing candlelight makes the utensils in the hall shine dazzlingly. However, the hall was empty, except for a few slightly old portraits of people on the walls, there was not a single servant, and the official of the Magic Kingdom who had just sent them off also turned and left.

Knowing that it was the little princess's private banquet, Mo Cong and the others were not polite, and sat down casually in the corner of the table.

"It seems that we are going to have a bamboo basket to fetch water this time. Mountain Ghost Wen shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Yes, the princess of a country who is a dignified person, dealing with state affairs every day, how can she go to the rivers and lakes to fight and kill like us, and besides, I really can't bear to let her go on an adventure with us. "Ever since Mo Cong saw Ling Xian'er for the first time, he was completely desperate, so his face was gloomy.

"I don't think so," Poison Long Zhi said with a weird smile: "Mo Cong, it depends on your attitude and sincerity." ”

"I—what am I?" Mo Cong scratched his hair, and at this time Mo Cong felt very sad, no matter his identity and status, he could not compare with the little princess.

"Mo Cong, you don't have to feel sad," Poison Longzhi smiled disdainfully: "Don't forget, in the Wulin Continent you are the son of the Gongsun family, and in the outside of the sky you are the apprentice of the Snowy Saint Ancestor, not to mention the Snowy Domain, we haven't seen it, just in the Wulin Continent, in the future, your aunt and your future father-in-law will definitely help you rebuild the family, and then the emperor will crown you king, and your territory will be twice as large as this magic country, and it will not be impossible for Lingxian Er to be a princess for you at that time." ”

"I don't want to do that!" Mo Cong glanced at Poison Long Zhi and said, "I just want to kill those few people now, and I still want to continue cultivating!"

"Mo Cong is right, now the most important thing for us is to complete the task and help Mo Cong avenge his family, in fact, since I went to Shanmei Special Land, I feel that there are no more bastards in the Martial Arts Continent, you say yes Mo Cong!"

"Well, Brother Ghost is right, when our cultivation is enough, we can go to the outside world to mix, how interesting it is!" Saying that, Mo Cong felt that his chest suddenly opened up, thinking of the beautiful shining beauty in his heart, thinking of the mysterious snowy region, and a smile appeared on his face.

While the three of them were talking, the door of the restaurant slowly opened, and two brightly dressed maids helped Ling Xian'er into the hall. Mo Cong and Poison Dragon Zhishan Ghost Wen immediately stood up.

This time, Ling Xian'er changed into a slightly casual dress, and the pink tight long skirt decorated the charming figure of the little princess. Her jet-black hair, which is as soft as water, falls to her waist, her delicate face, her eyelashes are curved and upturned, and her big eyes are like a clear spring.

"Everyone, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting!" Ling Xian'er's rosy lips were still full of temptation, and her attitude was also very kind, but when she passed by Mo Cong's side, the little princess deliberately took a look at him, and there was obviously resentment in her eyes.

"It's time to serve!" Ling Xian'er sat down on the guest of honor, and waved her hand mischievously: "You sit closer, we have to have a good chat after seeing each other for a long time!"

Mo Cong Poison Long Zhi and Mountain Ghost Wen sat on the left side of the table, although they were very close to Ling Xian'er, but the long table was too big, and there was still a long distance, Ling Xian'er saw this, and moved the chair with both hands to the side of the table little by little. Before she could sit still, the two maids with serious expressions behind her reminded, "Her Royal Highness the princess is out of character like this. ”

"Uh!" Ling Xian'er fanned her long eyelashes, glanced at the maid who was talking, and reluctantly moved the chair back. Sitting back in her place, Ling Xian'er stretched out her arms, rolled her eyes, and smiled mysteriously: "Come on!

The four of them sat in the guest of honor at the front of the table at the same time, this was the first time since the founding of the Magic Country, and the little princess in the middle, on both sides of the mountain ghost Wen and the poisonous dragon Zhi, Mo Cong sat on one side, looking at it, a large rectangular dining table was empty, and the four people on this side sat in a row, how awkward it looked, and it seemed a little funny.

"Her Royal Highness the Princess"

"Don't say it, it's verbose, you two go down too!" Ling Xian'er said angrily: "This is my good friend who doesn't have so much etiquette!"

"Uh," said the two maids, grinning, glaring at each other, and whispering, "then, how will the king and queen sit later?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to let them sit across from each other?" Ling Xian'er didn't have a good breath. Looking at the large table, which was two feet long, I imagined the king and queen sitting opposite each other, and I was afraid that I would not even be able to hear the words. Ling Xian'er thought for a moment, looked at Poison Dragon Zhi and Mountain Ghost Wen, and said with a smile: "It's okay, they may not come." ”

"Oh!" the three of them looked at their noses and noses, and they didn't dare to object, even though they felt that something was not appropriate.

"Serve!" Ling Xian'er ordered, the door of the hall closed tightly, and the exquisite dishes magically flew from the window and were neatly placed on the dining table.

"Wow! It's worthy of a magic country, and even uses magic to eat, it's funny, isn't it Mo Cong!"

"Hmm!" Mo Cong nodded and smiled.

"You guys taste it, the chef who cooked for me is the best in the Phantom Spirit Continent!" Ling Xian'er said, but she blindly beckoned Poison Long Zhi and Mountain Ghost Wen to put Mo Cong aside. It seemed that she also realized that it was not polite to do this, so she glanced at Mo Cong and said, "That person, you can eat more!"

"Oh!" Mo Cong rolled his eyes helplessly.

"Come on, you all drink some wine, this is the best grapes selected by my winemaker, carefully brewed!" Ling Xian'er only poured wine for Poison Dragon Zhi and Mountain Ghost, and put down the wine jug again with a blank look, and said angrily: "Pour it yourself, drink it as you like!" I don't care. ”

Poison Dragon Zhi and Mountain Ghost Wen looked at Ling Xian'er timidly, and said in a low voice: "Xian'er, this is a bit unpleasant!"

"There's nothing wrong with that, he's thick-skinned!" Ling Xian'er said angrily.

Hearing this, Mo Cong stood up suddenly, blushing and said: "Ling Xian'er, you are the princess of a country! You are so stingy, you still hold a grudge after so long after that incident," Mo Cong became more and more angry the more he spoke, and said angrily: "Poison Dragon Zhi, Brother Ghost, let's go! Without her, we can still kill Mu Chuntang!" After speaking, Mo Cong walked towards the gate angrily.

"Hey, Mo Cong, don't!" Poison Longzhi and Mountain Ghost Wen looked helpless, and when they turned around, they found that Ling Xian'er looked aggrieved, her red lips trembled, and tears flowed out.

"You're still losing your temper with me!" Seeing this, Ling Xian'er grabbed a wine glass and threw it at Mo Cong without a head, Mo Cong dodged and dodged, and his footsteps did not stop, but when he arrived at the door of the hall, he found that the two doors were very strange, pulled hard, pushed hard but could not open, when he looked back, Ling Xian'er lay on the table and cried, and the mountain ghost and the poisonous dragon Zhi were persuading on the side. However, the distance was too far, and Mo Cong didn't hear what Ling Xian'er said, but saw that her body was trembling.

For a while, Mo Cong was in a dilemma, and the woodcarvings generally leaned against the door of the hall.

Ling Xian'er walked over slowly, carrying a letter in her hand, and sobbed: "Take a look! This is your master's invitation letter to me!"

Mo Cong was stunned for a moment, took the letter in Ling Xian'er's hand, and when he opened it, he was stunned, and suddenly felt that he was so small. In the letter, the master expressed his sincere apologies to Ling Xian'er, and signed the name of the Holy Lord of the Snowy Land.

"I think you also know who your master is," Ling Xian'er said with tears on her face, her red lips trembling: "Your master's identity is much higher, she can be a corporal of courtesy, but what about you, since you came to invite me, you haven't even said a good word so far, and you have lost your temper with me." ”

"I," Mo Cong grabbed his hair with both hands and sat on the ground, looking up at Ling Xian'er, but the words that came to his mouth could not be spoken.

"You speak!" said Ling Xian'er, wiping a handful of tears. The makeup on his face was smeared into a flower face, but it had the feeling of meeting Mo Cong for the first time.

Looking at Princess Lingxian'er's little flower face, Mo Cong couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but he didn't dare to laugh, and grinned: "Xian'er, in fact, I really want to apologize to you!

"It's useless to apologize, I don't like to hear it!" Ling Xian'er waved her hand.

"But what can I say without apologizing!"

"That's a nice word!" Ling Xian'er blinked, and a sweet smile appeared on her pretty face.

"Xiao Zhi, let's go!" said the mountain ghost Wen with a look at the poisonous dragon envoy. The two of them easily pushed open the door of the restaurant, and sneakily passed by Mo Cong.

Seeing this, Mo Cong also wanted to go out, but he heard Ling Xian'er shouting: "You come back, you haven't finished talking yet!"

The door closed again, and Mo Cong bowed his head and said, "Xian'er is really sorry!"

"It's useless to apologize, say something I love to hear. Ling Xian'er raised her arms and said mysteriously: "You say, do you miss me?"

Mo Cong looked at Ling Xian'er with round eyes, and said with a smile: "Seriously, I really miss you."

"No need to explain, I love to hear this sentence," After speaking, Ling Xian'er smiled again, pondered for a moment, bit her red lip and said, "Is your junior sister okay?"

"Well, junior sister is very good, but she is still much more beautiful than before!" Mo Cong grinned, but seeing that Ling Xian'er's face became more and more gloomy, he scratched his hair again.

"Well, that's good, take me to meet her in a few days!" Ling Xian'er said with a deep sigh.

"That's no problem," before he finished speaking, Mo Cong's eyes suddenly widened, his eyes were excited, "Xian'er, you agree to go with us?"

"That's all about your master's face!"