An Mingji's voice is lazy and gorgeous, like a heavenly sound.

The orange-red morning light poured in through the window, casting a soft warm circle of light on him.

Gu Jin carefully examined the handsome and unscrupulous face of the young man, with deep contours, delicate and flawless, and a transcendent temperament.

The more I look at it, the better it looks, and I can't get enough of it.

Knowing that everyone was waiting, Gu Jin retracted his admiring gaze, and his voice was solemn: "Xiao An, it's time for us to go." ”

An Mingji bowed his head slightly, raised his feet and walked towards her step by step.

He stood in front of Gu Jin and stretched out his white palm.

Gu Jin put his hand in his palm very naturally.

"Let's go—"

The two walked forward, and the crowd followed.

Looking at their departing backs, many people have a sense of stability and quiet years in their lives.

An Mingji and Gu Jin are like a natural pair, they were born to stand side by side.

There is no better place in the world for them to stand together.

Because until now, they have never seen anyone better than them.

......

Assemblies of the Friars.

The jousting tournament is about to begin.

The huge competition platform is surrounded by tables and chairs for the surrounding guests, and two-thirds of the seats are already seated.

Gu Jin and his entourage came by stepping on the point.

They were welcomed by a junior disciple of the Lunar Moon Sect to the nearest position to the martial arts platform and sat down.

This scene attracted the attention of many monks present.

You must know that the seats arranged by the Lunar Moon Sect and the Rakshasa Gate are all exquisite.

The more you sit in the front position, the higher your cultivation is.

Until now, there were less than ten seats in the front row.

And there are seven of Gu Jin's entourage, could it be that these seven are all masters?

"The master of the Xuanji Gate has arrived!"

After Gu Jin, An Mingji, Yu Shuo, Jiang Hanyi, Wan Qi Jingyi, and Wan Qi Heyang took their seats, the little disciples of the Yinyue Sect immediately raised their heads and reported to the door.

Behind An Mingji, Alan stood with a straight body, his sharp eyes sweeping in all directions.

From the time he entered the martial arts arena, his eyes were full of evil energy, and his eyes that were scattered at will in the past seemed to be filled with a layer of black mist.

Even Gu Jin and the others didn't look good.

It's just that the smell of blood here is too strong.

They could tell the difference between human and animal blood, and the moment they stepped into the scene, they could tell that the smell of blood in the air belonged to people.

I just don't know why such a big smell of blood comes from.

Gu Jin looked around with cold eyes and found that many people were looking at her.

Some people stared at her naked, and the colored gaze in their eyes was really disgusting.

An Mingji also sensed the gaze of these people, and a brutal and bloodthirsty light flashed in his dark eyes, but it was only a moment.

He slowly lowered his eyes, suppressed the killing in his heart, took off the coat on his body, draped it on Gu Jin's body, and naturally embraced the person into his arms.

"Xiao An?"

Gu Jin was puzzled.

An Mingji's voice was gentle: "I don't like the way they look at Ah Jin." ”

He remembered all these people who had the courage to peep at Ah Jin.

None of them can run!

Knowing that An Mingji had good intentions, Gu Jin also hated the disgusting gazes of those people, so she shrunk into her coat and leaned on the shoulders of the young man beside her.

Soon, Gu Jin noticed two very strong and inexplicable glances that she couldn't ignore.

She looked along.

I saw two old men sitting on the high chair opposite, one wearing a navy blue robe, and the other wearing a gray Tang costume.

Gu Jin: "Xiao An, is the person sitting on the high chair opposite the presiding officer of this monks' conference?"