"Your Majesty, the second master and young master of Chongjiabao are asking for a meeting."

Baili Qizhen's face was much more serious, and Xuanren immediately came in.

Li Yunqing paused in his heart and stared at the palace gate.

I don’t know why my heart became more and more nervous, and even my face was not good-looking.

It was a very strange feeling that my palms were sweating.

Baili Yi saw her like this and asked worriedly: "What's wrong?"

Li Yunqing had no intention of paying attention to him and looked at the two figures facing away from the sky and approaching the palace gate.

As her vision gradually became clear, a shimmering look flashed in her eyes.

But I saw the man walking in front of me wearing a white dress and a white collar wrapped in a slender neck.

His slender body and stiff back look a little cold from now on.

It looks like a carefully crafted ceramic, with a cold air, but it still can't stop the eyes that reveal the yin vulture.

His coldness is not as cold as Mochi, but as banished as the banished immortal, not as solemn and beautiful as Baili Yi, but as emotional as he kills without any emotion.

It seems that he is indifferent to the prosperity of the world and is so incompatible with the turbid world. If the gods are his own comparison.

Just the first side, this person gave Li Yunqing the feeling that it was like the clear lotus from the top of the snow-capped mountain. Ningren could not get close to it, but he was afraid that his whole body would freeze when touched.

Feeling that his whole body was filled with cold air, and with the faint fragrance of medicine coming from the man, Li Yunqing couldn't help but shivered.

This person has a stunning and beautiful appearance.

Following him was Chongqing Li, who was called the second master who fought with her that day.

But he saw him wearing a black suit, and the silver armor on his shoulders and arms exuded a cold light that was comparable to him.

The white tiger fluff at the waist sways slightly in the wind, and the blue ribbon ties his hair. His complexion is rigorous but not cold.

The whole body revealed the style of a general, like a graceful and elegant young man.

And those black eyes, with this worrying gaze, fell from time to time on the person in front of him.

The people in the hall held their breath and concentrated their minds, feeling a little moved that these two people were worthy of being from foreign lands.

The aura emitted from the whole body is completely different from those of them. They are obviously bloodthirsty people who are full of blood, but they seem to make you feel that they are immortals from heaven.

"See the Emperor, long live my emperor."

There was a voice that rose coldly from the noise, with a calm tone, but a little weak and weak, but it had a bone-broken and cold meaning.

Li Yunqing's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes fell to the person who was talking.

Now listening, it is indeed this voice, this person.

The man seemed to have seen her too. His cold eyes fell to her, and a faint trace of fleeting surprise appeared.

I left my head aside, my eyes were still as quiet as a spring of death.

Baili Qizhen looked at the legendary next castle lord, but felt that this man was too thin, as if he had fallen down after the wind blew?

But being able to be a lord must have some skills. He asked in a deep voice: "I don't know, what's your name?"

The man opened his thin lips slightly and spit out three words: "The surname is Helan and the name is Xun."

After hearing this, Baili Qizhen couldn't help but look at His Highness meaningfully and said, "The surname is Helan? Isn't he a member of Chong's family?"

The people below were all surprised.

If you don’t respect your family, how can you succeed to the throne?

Helanxun's face flashed through the cold, and he replied humbly and politely: "I don't value my family."
Chapter completed!