"Who is this little girl?"

The Southern Mission came to Kyoto as a guest. Logically speaking, the woman with white veil was familiar with the teacher and student of Qingwei, and was also an old acquaintance with Xu Shiji. Seeing that the atmosphere in the hall was a bit strange, he asked.

Most people in the hall participated in the first night of the Qingteng Banquet. How could they not recognize the little girl who beat Tianhaiya to a useless person? Listening to the guests' questions, someone said, "She is a student of the National Education College, and somehow she came late."

Hearing this sentence, the woman from Saint Maiden Peak sighed lightly, as if she was a little surprised. The three young men with swords across their knees raised their heads at the same time and looked at Luo Luo. Her eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, like a sword that was unsheathed.

Far south, people also know that the National Education College has been abandoned. Some time ago, they heard about what happened on the first night of Qingteng Banquet, and only then did they know that the National Education College has two more freshmen this year. This little girl is the genius who suddenly emerged?

The three young men from the mountains were the rumored seven-character poems of the Kingdom of God. In their opinion, defeating Tianhaiya is naturally nothing, but this little girl is so powerful at such age, which is indeed worthy of attention.

Gou Hanshi also looked up at Luo Luo, but he just smiled gently, not seeming to care too much.

Luo Luo ignored the eyes of the three young men who left the mountain. The seven-character poems of the Kingdom of God were naturally amazing. Her spirit was all on Gou Hanshi at this time. She felt very clear that this person was really not simple. She was not his opponent. What about sir? Can she surpass him?

The venue was quiet for a moment, and it seemed a bit dazzling when she stood at the hall gate.

Xu Shiji said indifferently: "Since he is late, he is already rude. Why don't you sit down quickly and let the guests have a joke!"

Hearing these unceremonious words, King Chenliu was slightly stunned, and then laughed, thinking that Xu Shiji had not guessed the identity of this little girl yet. It seemed that the Holy Queen Mother trusted him, and it was far worse than Xue Xingchuan.

King Chenliu looked at Mao Qiuyu, the director of the Heavenly Daoyuan. At this time, the two of them knew Luo Luo's true identity. Mao Qiuyu looked solemn, as if he knew nothing. He suddenly felt a little moved and turned to Bishop Meilisha, but he saw that the Bishop had his eyes closed slightly, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"The old men are really calm..."

King Chenliu sighed. He knew very well that the Bishop would not hide it, but he was afraid that he had guessed Luo Luo's identity long ago.

Luoluo glanced at Xu Shiji. If someone dared to scold her like this at another time, she would not give up. Don’t see her being well-behaved and charming in front of Chen Changsheng. She is really cruel. She is afraid of not seeing Princess Pingguo?

But the situation was special tonight. She held the bag tightly in her sleeve. Thinking of Chen Changsheng’s previous explanation, she took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and did not talk to Xu Shiji, and walked directly to the position of the National Education College in the corner.

At this moment, the ritual music sounded and the curtain was gently brushed. Surrounded by more than ten palace maids and eunuchs, a woman in gorgeous palace outfit slowly walked into the hall.

It's Miss Mo Yu.

Although she was powerful in the Great Zhou Dynasty, she had no obvious identity after all. Logically speaking, she would be more low-key. However, she was in the front hall of the palace. Everyone knew that she represented the Holy Queen, so she was not very good at sitting quietly and stood up to greet her.

Hundreds of people in the hall stood up one after another, and the big figures of the Southern Mission were no exception. They looked like waves under the light of the night pearl.

Two people didn't get up.

One is Meilisha, the bishop of the sect master. The old man has his eyes closed and his lips are covered with a corner of his lips.

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One was Luo Luo from the corner. She looked directly at Mo Yu's face quietly, looking a little rude.

He stood up, but there were two people who had not yet stood up, which was naturally extremely eye-catching, and everyone looked over,

Xu Shiji's face became even more gloomy. Although he knew that the little girl named Luoluo had an extraordinary origin, the southern mission came to propose marriage tonight, and he had to ensure that everything was under control. So he deliberately scolded her a few words before, and wanted to see in advance if there were any variables.

At this time, variables seem to be coming.

The bishop has different identities and he cannot express his anger, so naturally he can only target the remaining one.

He looked coldly at the location of the National Education College in the corner.

As his thoughts were the same, no one dared to look directly at the bishop sitting above, and everyone's eyes fell on Luo Luo's body.

Luo Luoli ignored these gazes. She stared at Mo Yu with a calm eyes, a serious expression, and a full warning.

Everyone was in a slight mood, not knowing what was going to happen next.

Xu Shiji was about to scold him in a deep voice, and a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the hall.

"It's okay."

Mo Yu said with a smile, stretching his arms flat, hanging his sleeves slightly, and signaling everyone to sit down.

This sentence seems to be said to everyone and Xu Shiji, showing her kindness and kindness.

Only Luoluo knew that she said this to herself.

She promised Luo Luo that Chen Changsheng would definitely not have any trouble.

Luoluo knew that Mo Yu would not lie, especially at this moment, she already knew what Mo Yu had done and issued a warning.

She felt a little relaxed, but she didn't.

She sat in the corner, quietly looking at Mo Yu, her eyes unchanged.

It is like a tiger lurking in the forest, quietly watching its prey, jumping out at any time and tearing the other party to pieces.

Mo Yu felt the gaze coming from the distant corner, raised her eyebrows slightly, and was a little surprised - she, like Princess Pingguo, thought that the so-called National Education College was just that she was staying in Baicao Garden

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Even if there is some friendship between her and Chen Changsheng, she will not pay attention to this level.

Mo Yu could even feel her gaze. There were many masters in the hall, so he naturally noticed it.

Especially the people around the National Education College suddenly felt a little cold.

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Chen Changsheng thought he was dead, but he didn't die.

The black dragon stopped in the air in front of him and did not continue to move forward.

The two are more than ten feet apart. Because the black dragon is too huge and the distance is very close, he can even see the wind and snow accumulated at the root of the dragon's teeth. The black dragon is breathing slowly and long, and endless amounts of cold wind are howling, and countless snow particles and frost are rolling and flying in the wind.

Chen Changsheng felt that he was standing outside the Xue Laocheng in the far north.

What made the Black Dragon stop slowly was not his courage or what he said before his death, but the dagger in his hand.

That ordinary-looking dagger.

Looking at the dagger in his hand, deep in the black dragon's eyes, it seemed as if countless stars were lit up one after another and then extinguished again.

Every star is an emotion.

Confused.

Unsolved.

shock.

disturbed.

Resentment.

leave.

Meet.

kind.

alert.

anger.

Magnificent.

Indifferent.

Can't be calm.

Want to forget.

Unforgettable.

disappointment.

despair.

hope.

Still hope.

...

...

Countless complex emotions appeared in the cold and cruel eyes of the Black Dragon.

As humans, it is difficult to understand why the eyes can tolerate so many emotions in a moment.

Chen Changsheng couldn't understand. He was covered in wind and snow, holding the sword tightly, looking at the black dragon, silent.

The black dragon looked at him quietly for a long time.

The black dragon suddenly... let out a low growl!

The cold wind whistled, the ice and snow accumulated on the distant walls of the underground space fell down, and the frost and snow on the surface of the Silver Sea were unsteadily rolled away.

That low growl is a word because it has a specific meaning.

The low growl was more like a pure sound, because that was the sound, and it was a monosyllable.
To be continued...