Xue Xue naturally associate herself with Yan Beicheng, and her eyes are more and more disgusted.
Just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw Yan Beicheng turn his eyes and look at Ning Huizhi with a smile. "Since he is a member of the Wuxian clan, the king has to do his best to be a local master."
Then he put his hand on Ning's neck and took him to the royal palace.
It's said that the Wuxian people always regard themselves highly and don't like to be in contact with the outside world. What kind of son, the Holy Son, is shuttling around the dusty land. The white robe is not stained and dirty. It must be the most pure and clean habit.
Yan Beicheng did this just to disgust him.
After all, the situation is not clear now. This man's arrival is really very strange. He deliberately contacts with Mo Shanghua first. He always wants to find a way to let him leave on his own.
Sure enough, he guessed exactly.
Ning knew that when he put his arm on his neck, his eyebrows wrinkled, his fingertips bent slightly, as if he wanted to move, and finally he endured it.
His eyes swept around the flowers on the street, and the dark light in his eyes flashed slightly. He said with a smile: "King Yu is warm and thoughtful, and the princess is so gentle and generous just now. In the end, the land of God is good, and can raise such wonderful people as Princess and Lord."
No matter who the flowers on the street are, they are cold and alienated. When did they touch the side with gentleness and generosity?
What's more, he knew their identities as soon as he opened his mouth. He must have done enough homework.
Yan Beicheng's eyes sank slightly, and the light fell on the flowers.
The frown on the street is also slightly frowning.
South crane next to micro hook lips, a faint smile, "Holy Son is really good eyesight."
The flower on the street coagulated the South crane, and said coldly, "it's not so. Speaking, I think the South imperial concubine is better."
The South crane has no speech, the lip Cape still takes a smile, very cleverly follows behind Yan Beicheng.
"Brother Ning is really smart." Yan Beicheng suddenly took over the conversation, and soon became brother to Ning Tongzhi, "otherwise, it's supernatural transcendence, otherwise, how can we guess our identity all at once."
When it comes to the art of immortality, the face of Yan Beicheng suddenly shows the color of excitement. Seeing Ning Tongzhi's eyes eagerly, he says, "it's said that Wuxian people are practicing the art of immortality. Can brother Ning show his hand?"
Rather familiar with the extremely enigmatic smile, "hearsay but people exaggerate, there is no magic in the world."
Yan Beicheng was disappointed, but he was still enthusiastic, just like a child who saw something new. "Then why did you come to China this time? Don't you Wuxian people never ask about the world? "
Ning Huizhi looked at Yan Beicheng's expression quietly and said: "the Empress Dowager of the kingdom of God has lived a long life. Emperor baolaidi has sent several posts. In addition, we haven't had any disciples out for 30 years. Therefore, the patriarch sent me here."
In order to show courteous treatment, the monarchs of every country always send posts to the Wuxian and Qingyue families for every important event. In previous years, they had nothing to respond to. How could they say they would accept them this year?
Mo Shanghua sneers in her heart. From the moment she sees Xue Xue, she has doubts about this rather familiar one.
However, she didn't show it. She just watched Yan Beicheng pull him to talk and finally invited him to go with her. Ningzhi had another purpose. Naturally, he would not refuse. He took the rest of the Wuxian people to follow the team of Yanbei city.
Yan Beicheng's move just felt that it was better to put such a time bomb beside him than to let him exile in the dark.
www.wuxiaworld.eu , the fastest update of the webnovel!