not good, immortal

Chapter 111

Nine fifty-five.

There are still five minutes until the report starts.

Although Qiao Zhenzhen gave VIP tickets, this position was still far from Lu Gui's guest seat.

Feng He stared blankly, this little Lu Langjun pointed to the VIP beauty seat next to her, and sat down beside her.

"Is this good?" Feng He blinked, it was hard for her to ignore Lao Xu who was waving wildly in the distance.

"What's wrong?" Lu Gui chose to ignore it.

Sure enough, a minute later.

Old Xu's hands fluttering like wings stopped moving for an instant.

The whole person sat down on the seat, and began to greet the turbulent beauty.

Come on, Confucius said, food and sex are also.

Feng He calmed down and flipped through the materials in his hand. It once said the content of the lecture, the speaker, and introduced some exhibits of the special exhibition.

To actually display the actual alchemy device? !

Although there is really nothing to see in this picture.

Very good, then you don't have to go to the first exhibition hall later.

Feng He stared at the podium with a rather excited expression, and casually asked Lu Gui: "Are they speaking in the order above?"

"Yes, is this your first time here?" Lu Gui felt a little strange, he thought that this girl was also the type who was chasing after flying around.

"Well, I haven't participated before." Fenghe confessed honestly.

Not only that, but it was also the first time to be crowded with so many people.

"The research of these experts is very interesting." Lu Gui knew what she cared about, "The one who talked about alchemy tools has a very broad research thinking."

"Really? That's great!" As expected of Mr. Lu!

The lecture started soon, and several popular stars filed out.

Although this kind of thing is not common in similar activities, the organizer has attracted a lot of traffic because of the poetry conference, so it is natural to use this traffic in place.

In fact, the effect is also excellent.

For young people, experts in their [-]s and [-]s are far less attractive than young and beautiful artists. The tickets for this exhibition alone are booked two months later.

Qiao Zhenzhen came out first, wearing a pomegranate dress that attracted the attention of the audience, and the girls screamed endlessly.

The next person didn't know each other, and the screaming was much quieter.

Feng He's eyes lit up, her Zhenzhen was indeed even more powerful.

After that, it was the merchant who changed into an ancient costume.

He is dressed in white with a jade crown and a long sword.Naturally, this outfit also attracted exclamations from the girls in the audience.

Rao Fenghe couldn't help but take a second look.

She had no interest in this person at first, but now she has settled down, thinking that he has seen him somewhere before.

Was it the encounter outside the elevator?

wrong.

This white dress, this crown, and this face...

Indeed, it appeared for a moment in her memory.

However, if she wanted to pull out this moment, there would be a strange pain in her internal organs, and this feeling was really uncomfortable.

"Uncomfortable?" Lu Gui looked at her with a strange expression.

"No." Feng He had a hard time explaining, he just bit his lip and shook his head.

"The temperature of the air conditioner here is a bit low, you wear less." Lu Gui took off his coat and put it on her.

Feng He's eyes widened, he looked at his legs dangling in the air, and at the surrounding girls in Hanfu who wrapped their shoulders in shawls, and swallowed back the words "I'm not cold".

He only whispered: "Well, thank you."

"It's okay, be careful of catching a cold." Lu Gui said softly, and then turned his gaze to the podium again.

Above, was another impassioned host, holding a microphone and introducing.

What are you talking about... Drama?
Fenghe doesn't like these things.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she secretly turned her head to look at the person beside her. This superior profile was made even more fascinating by his focused expression.

Feng He thought in his heart, Rao is a god, there may not be a few more beautiful than him.

Although Qiao Zhenzhen would call her thinking like wearing a filter, hmph, it's not as thick as the filter she wore when watching the firm.

Her thoughts were scattered, and she suddenly felt that someone seemed to be glaring in this direction.

There was an aggressive chill in that look.

Feng He's body shivered from the chill, and she was almost stuck on the back of the chair. She looked in the direction and saw that on the stage, a short play telling the story of cultural relics had already begun.

The white-clothed and jade-clad merchant played the role of the down-and-out young grandson Li Shouli.

Holding a sword in one hand and a wine bottle in the other, he fell down on the podium, denouncing the injustice of heaven.

Feng He felt that it was difficult for him to enter the play.

King Bin has been imprisoned in the palace since he was thirteen years old, and he was conferred the title of Prime Minister at the age of twenty-six. At that time, he had already learned how to pretend to be crazy and to look at people's eyes. How could he be such an unruly swordsman.

But it seems that everyone doesn't care about art creation.

So she, together with the others, began to appreciate the sword dance in the music.

Soon, Feng He felt something was wrong.

The music seemed to be endless, and the sword dance seemed to never stop, but Shang Xingzhi's shadow seemed to be slowly separated from the sword dancer, and drifted straight towards him.

White clothes, jade crown.

She remembered.

Feng He jumped up from the seat suddenly, and briskly dodged the sword that seemed calm but was actually extremely fast.

"what?"

He stopped, seemingly dissatisfied with the raid just now.

Feng He had already flew back to the door of the lecture hall, but found that the hall was empty at this time.

She looked forward intently, and the person in front of her... really looked exactly like the handsome god in the dream.

"Are you Madam Chang Xi's youngest son?"

She didn't remember the honorable name of that god, so she could only open her mouth to test it.

Shang Xingzhi did not answer, but only commented: "Your clothes have no sense of beauty."

Feng He subconsciously wanted to check his clothes, but felt that something was wrong, so he focused on the point of the sword swinging in front of him.

Sure enough, it was Moon Soul again.

She really couldn't figure out why it was said that the Dao of Heaven was hostile to the gods, and for some reason it was forbidden to use mana without the permission of the gods?

How come the Moonborn are stronger than the other?

"Huh? You don't like beauty anymore?" Shang Xingzhi slowly withdrew the sword, re-condensed a ring-shaped magic weapon in his left hand, and attacked seemingly lightly again.

what is that?
Feng He only felt that his mind was disturbed by that thing, so he simply closed his eyes and didn't look at it, just relying on his spiritual sense, he jumped seven or eight feet to the right...

But why do I still feel locked in?
She flew up again until she grabbed the beam at the top of the lecture hall, and leaned against the dome made of glass.

Sure enough, the magic weapon condensed with light encountered a large area of ​​reflection, and the aura instantly weakened.

"Eh? Pretty smart?"

Unlike the black shadow who came last time, this Shangxing said a lot more, "What's the matter, keep your eyes closed, why don't you want to look at me?"

Although Yue Po's aura disappears into nothingness, his illusion skills are considered brilliant, so don't be careless.

"What do you want to do?" Feng He didn't bother to talk to him, still closing his eyes and asked.

"Hey, I'm just a little jealous when I see you and Lu Jun together." Shang Xingzhi answered very casually.

Feng He frowned, his tone couldn't tell the truth at all.

But the name Lu Jun...

"How can you even forget this?"

I just heard Shang Xingzhi continue to read over there: "Bo Yu, Zhong Lang, Shu Kun, Ji Yu, Xian Rui, Lu Jun, Ya Qiong..."

Feng He listened, unconsciously thinking of the next few names in his mind: De Shen, Ren Jing, You Wen.

She blurted out: "This is the tenth son of Emperor Dijun?"

(End of this chapter)