The moment the tips of my fingers touched the door of the Holy Star Fortress Temple, the whole world closed its mouth. I was in a hurry to push open the closed door with the only glimmer of light that remained, and then, and then I was eaten by the darkness.

At that time, I was moving forward with one hand, stroking my chest with the other, and my palm was on the pearl, because I was surprised, delighted, and afraid—the blue dragon, which could enter the water, and could take off, when he was summoned, do not wait for him to appear, and when he was not needed, the shadow was silent, curled up on the pearl, and the only thing that made me uncomfortable was that he was too deferential to me, and it was not very fun—I was afraid that he would think about his thousand-year-old master's railing for a while, and turn to her. I had to hold him and not let him go.

"Nice. My brother whispered closely, and one hand took me behind him, and I could only hear a long "squeak", and a warm yellow leaked out of the darkness, soft velvet, and puff, and I saw that the warm yellow was getting bigger and weaker—it turned out that the door was open.

My brother stood in front of me, and I jumped up and shouted happily at the door, "Sister, my lord, my wife, we are back!"

There was no movement.

There was no movement.

I peeked in from my brother's shoulder—Oh my God! A dark man in the temple stood with his back to the door, standing in a neat column, bowing his head, silent! The hall was brightly lit, and the roses on the walls of the hall were blooming, but the brightness seemed to be not so presumptuous, and the bloom seemed to retain a little subtlety.

Everything is bowed down.

towards the man in front of them. The black-robed man with the Holy Star in his hand.

Silence is tense. No one is loose. I stepped forward silently, standing side by side with my brother, who reached over and grabbed mine. I sensed that there were huge waves rushing in this tense silence!

The waves have taken off, and the water vapor goes first. Not yet doughy. Someone broke the aura. It's three people.

One is the painting sea, my sister.

The people in this temple were divided by color, red, yellow, and blue. I had already seen my sister's back in the crowd of red-shirted people, and the thin golden rings with red ribbons hanging from her hair were unique to her. I stared at her beautiful little head, waiting for her to turn back to me. But she didn't. When she finally looked back at me (and my brother), I only saw half of her face, her face was hard, as if she was still holding up some emotion just now, she didn't want to have fun with the people, and she was embarrassed to refuse, she was white and greasy, and she was reluctant. I eagerly met her turned face, and in the crowd, the corner of her eyes was like a fish slipping through the net, and she watched it slippery and giving.

For some reason, I'm a little sad. I think she loves me. However, she seemed to have something more interesting.

My sister is the third person.

The second person who looked back at me was the yellow-shirted boy Jicheng.

He exhaled and turned around, because he was tall and tall, and his hair was tied with a yellow belt fluttering, and it was directly brushed on the face of the person standing beside him, who was about to have a seizure, and was afraid of the occasion, but only pulled the yellow belt and threw the hatred aside. Jicheng didn't care, just looked at me, the pear vortex was shallow, there was a broken light in his eyes, seeing me also looking at him, his mouth was closed and he said something to me, his eyebrows were raised, his mouth was cracked, his ears were cracked, and his face was rubbed and scattered by an invisible hand, which was funny!

How do I feel like I'm missing something, those invisible hands that are always with me?!

As soon as I thought of this, I saw a man in a yellow shirt in front of Jicheng turn around and look at Jicheng coldly, with a cold face but a slight disdain - as if it wasn't annoying, but more distressed that the other party appeared in front of me - this subtle body smell made me suddenly feel a little sorry for Jijo.

I gestured for him to turn around quickly, and he was smug, and a smile trickled from the corner of his eye and from the pear vortex. It's just a frighteningly white face. There was no one to remind him. Just standing with bated breath. The man was finally impatient, and stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to pat Jicheng, but he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and his hand retracted, as if he was afraid of getting dirty. It all fell into my eyes. I know he just doesn't want the tip of his fingers to touch Yoshijo.

The man in the yellow shirt finally coughed lightly. Jicheng "swooped" and turned around. It was as if someone had stepped on his tiptoes.

And what about the first one. This colorful hall, this long flower wall, this sassy young man, in front of him there is a man in the black robe holding the holy star standing majestically and upright, and in the middle is a respectful and solemn salute of all the races, who is the first to turn around and look at this me, who is standing side by side with my brother, standing at the door of the temple hall, shouting?

It's him. A boy in blue.

I don't know him.

I don't know anyone in the blue shirt. It's just that looking at the past, the people in the blue shirt are a little different from the people in the red shirt and the yellow shirt. They are gorgeously dressed, handsome, white-skinned and blue-shirted, and have a cold posture, which is quite outstanding among the crowd. They seem to think very highly of themselves, their backs are not so bent, their heads are not so low, they are leisurely and careless.

Although the young man in blue was the first to look back at me, there was no curiosity on his face, he was lazy, just bored, indifferent and irritable. His eyes fell on my face, and I caught them, but his two rays of light had no intention of staying, piercing my eyes and walking away. My heart skipped two beats for no apparent reason, and I tossed back and forth in my chest. I was so panicked that I couldn't turn my eyes back, not knowing where to look.

The boy was so beautiful. Don't dare to force your eyes.

When I couldn't help but look up at him again—bluffing—he was turning, facing me, calm, over the crowd, looking at me. He actually turned his back to the black-robed man!

I glanced at my brother, who was staring at him, and his hand with me tightened, and he didn't know what he was doing.

I met his gaze. Tightness on the back. I saw his front. The complexion is white, white to blue, the lips are like petals, fresh powder blue, the eyes are like ice, cold and blue, the eyebrows are flat, and the ink is blue. Dressed in a navy blue gown, the waist is tied with a snow-white long silk, and the bones are strange and shining.

He slumped his shoulders and face, he had no sense of wanting to stand out in the crowd, he was lazy, he didn't want to please anyone, his facial features and limbs were relaxed—just a pair of eyes, looking at me quietly.

He looked at me honestly and unceremoniously. It's not interested, it doesn't matter, just take a look. There was indifference in his eyes that he didn't bother to hide. I was frozen in his eyes and couldn't move.

When did that look start to change, I don't know. By the time I could feel it, I could read a deep chill in his eyes. Cold and majestic.

I couldn't look at him anymore.

"It's back. The black-robed man suddenly spoke. In the silence, his voice was like a soft whip, gentle and sudden.

My brother tapped me on the back and motioned for me to bow down with him.

"It's very rewarding. The black-robed man said again. At this moment, everyone looked back to me and my brother as if they had received permission.

"Yes, yes, you see, I'm here ......" I picked up the blue dragon pearl and was about to show it, my brother held my hand and interrupted me, "Chuanyun didn't bring my sister back in time, it's really inappropriate, and I hope the Holy King and the lords of the clans and the newcomers of the saint clan will forgive me." ”

"Piercing the clouds, good intentions, just know your mistakes, you two return to the team quickly, don't delay the king's major affairs. The lord said, glaring at his brother.

My brother pulled me and wanted to join the ranks, "Wait." "A woman's voice, delicate and calm. The woman was dressed in a navy blue robe, with a graceful figure, dark braids, blue ribbons entwined, and a hearty coil on her head, which made her face more and more small and delicate, but the eyes on her face were sharp, the bridge of her nose was long, and her lips were pale in color, as if she had no mouth, and at first glance, her heart was horrified.

"Today is the most important day of the year for my Holy Clan, all of you in the clan gather in the temple to witness the birth of the Holy Rite and the newcomers of the Holy Clan, drink the new cup of the Holy Clan, welcome the Holy King, and wait for the last moment of the curtain cover, which has been the case for several years, why is it an exception today? Playing wantonly, but, Chuanyun, I heard that today is also your 900th birthday, and the age is not shallow, and it is carefully trained by your Lord Red Castle, how can you be so ignorant of the rules?" The woman's voice was delicate and eloquent, but in the end, her tone was not good.

"Hehe, who doesn't know the rules?" a familiar voice asked, it was my sister. It's a sea of paintings!

My sister has a white face, no half color, but she has thick eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she is smiling. She first bowed to the black-robed man, and then said, "Lord Knock Moon of Blue Castle, it's polite. I am the Red Fortress Painting Sea. My sister Meiyi has been sleeping for 16 years, the adults and Mrs. have taken care of her, and she finally wakes up today, and it is the big day of the Holy Family, and she is full of joy, the Holy King is compassionate, she has seen Meiyi, Meiyi is innocent, and it is novel everywhere, and the brother and sister are deeply affectionate, accompanied by the left and right, which is the embodiment of the filial piety of the father and son of the Red Castle, and the good brother and brother, what are the rules?

My sister finished speaking in one breath, and her voice was crisp and sweet. His eyes were looking at me, and his eyes were full of encouraging smiles. My heart was hot, and I just wanted to rush over and hug her. Madame was beside her sister, and she grabbed her with one hand, and clasped her shoulder tightly with one hand, and her face was surprised and delighted, and she was speechless.

My hand quietly moved to the pearl of the neck, and my fingers were covered with the blue dragon, it seems that this is the only way, and when I read out the "Tenglong King's Order", the blue dragon appeared, thinking that it was clear that it was not that we refused to return on time, but there was a reason for it. Before I opened my mouth, I heard one person say lightly:

"It's time to get down to business. ”