In front of the Jade Floating Palace, under the peach blossom tree, on the low table carved with Han jade, there are bright and sweet fruits, the jade liquid in the glass cup is fragrant, the breeze blows, the peach petals fall one after another, and fall on the shoulders of the handsome man in the white clothes, as if the painting comes, creating a sense of beauty that is not like the world like a fairyland.

However, the atmosphere at the banquet was a little bad.

Qingxi held the glass cup in his hand, and raised his glass to Mo Ziqian, the Immortal Monarch, with a kind smile on his face.

However, Mo Ziqian just looked at each other coldly, did not say a word, and did not respond to Qingxi's toast.

Qingxi Jun frowned slightly, he thought that he had never seen this Mo Ziqian, let alone had any festivals, but why did he look at him with such unkind eyes?

The Demon Lord didn't know why, but Hua Zhanchen knew the reason, and stared at Mo Ziqian with an unkind face, and the palms in his sleeves were already clenched into fists.

The Demon Lord brushed the flowers and dust with his hand, and said in a low voice, "What's wrong with them?" Didn't you say you'd never met? What kind of grudge does it seem to have? ”

Hua Ranchen snorted coldly, and said in a deep voice: "It is true that they have never met, but that Mo Ziqian has done something sorry for the Wenren Heavenly Emperor." ”

Hearing this, the Demon Lord glanced back and forth on the faces of the two, shook his head and said, "I don't see it right, are you saying the opposite?" Wenren Tiandi's face was as usual, and he didn't look like he was an enemy at all, but this Mo Ziqian looked at Wenren Tiandi with a look of resentment. ”

Hua Zhanchen ignored the Demon Lord, held a glass cup, came straight to Mo Ziqian, took the wine pot on Mo Ziqian's table, filled a glass for himself, and poured wine into the empty wine cup in front of Mo Ziqian, and when he leaned over, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Wuxin her, is it okay?" ”

Mo Ziqian suddenly looked sideways, staring coldly at Hua Dying Dust, with a strong hostility in his eyes.

The two looked at each other, their eyes almost rubbed and collided with sparks, and in the end, Mo Ziqian only said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you." ”

"I-" Hua Ranchen's heart tightened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "I'm an unintentional friend, how can I care about my friend's current situation?" ”

Mo Ziqian raised his eyes and condensed the flowers and dust, and saw the real urgency in his eyes, as well as the forbearance and deep affection in his eyes, just like himself.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly, it turned out that in this world, he was not the only one who was obsessed with hard work, but unfortunately, they were all defeated by the man in white under the peach blossom tree.

But he is also lucky, at least, he still has a chance, and there is a chance to wait and guard.

So he began to pity Hua Zhanchen, looked at him with the most pitiful eyes, and said with a smile: "She is very good, don't worry about you." ”

Qingxi looked at Mo Ziqian, who was talking to Hua Ranchen in a low voice, and suddenly asked, "The Immortal Monarch seems to have some misunderstanding about the Emperor?" ”

Mo Ziqian raised his eyes to meet Qingxi's clear gaze like water, and the sparkling waves in his eyes were as vast and dazzling as the blue sea and blue waves.

He and Xiao Tian are really similar, especially these eyes, almost identical, he began to regret attending today's banquet, because he knew that he could never forget these eyes, and every day in the future, when he saw Xiao Tian, he would think of Wen Ren.

"No misunderstanding, I'm just- hate you, that's all." Yes, he hates him, hates his affection, hates his desperation to save Wuxin, hates all the past he has with Wuxin, hates that he doesn't know that he is a love rival when facing him.