Unparalleled in the world: the princess is too arrogant

Chapter 362 Lou Junyan's congratulatory gift! (2)
"One is in the sky, the other is underground? Isn't it... so exaggerated?" There were a few surprised voices around.

The people next to him, hearing the words, also moved their heads excitedly, "It's not that exaggerated, anyway, this Prince Feng is also a hot and popular figure on the mainland, he is much better than the Seventh Prince Nangongye."

The man sneered and spit out a sentence, "Those are all nonsense, that's not called a gap, that's called a gap!"

He was at the night banquet in the east, but he saw it with his own eyes. Although it was just a quick glance, it left a deep shock on him. Feng, and Feng Jie's petty fights in front of him are not on the same level at all!

"so smart!"

"Is it true?"

The man seemed a little irritable when asked by the people around him, "Hey, I don't know what to say, anyway, if you see it with your own eyes, you will know it!"

Moreover, he felt that only the man's domineering aura could restrain Ling Wushuang, and it seemed that only he could stand side by side with this seemingly harmless woman in front of him, but in fact she had hidden sharpness.

"I really want to meet..." The people around sighed and stopped struggling.

Ling Wushuang's smile faded, but he was silent. The people around him were still chatting and laughing, or whispering. On the surface, it seemed that they were having a good time, but the atmosphere in the whole hall was a little weird.

Feng Jie's expression gradually became a little stiff, feeling that all his thoughts seemed to be seen through by the smiling and silent woman in front of him.

"Why, is your lord looking down on Xiao Wang's glass of thin wine?" A strange color flashed across Feng Jie's bewitching face, and the smile at the corner of his mouth couldn't be maintained, even on his forehead, there was a faint A little sweaty.

What exactly does Ling Wushuang mean? Did he think something wrong?
Ji Yunyang couldn't help but grinned widely with a rippling smile.

What is this called, this is called aura!Killing three thousand enemies without saying a word, made you tangled up in your heart, and then went on the ground calmly. It seems that this Feng Jie's psychological endurance is not so strong.

No, it should be because the opponent's aura is too strong.

Ji Yunyang made a noise, seeming to be a little gloating, seeing how panicked Feng Jie is, this is unbearable?He doesn't even have this ability to resist blows, so he still wants to get close to Wushuang?

Ji Yunyang couldn't help thinking back in the past, when he and Wushuang got close, but he almost lost his life in her hands.

"Prince Feng, what are you talking about..." Ling Wushuang raised his eyebrows and smiled, and his red lips slowly drew a curve that seemed cruel but not cruel, half a smile but not a smile.

Ling Wushuang tapped lightly on the edge of the wine bottle with her slender index finger, and finally tapped heavily, then burst out laughing, and was about to say something, but unexpectedly, outside the hall, a dull and deep male voice rang out slowly. Lai: "Shuang'er's glass of wine, why not let me drink it?"

The slow voice was like a cold wind blowing in a calm cloud, and it seemed like a sword energy that had not yet been unsheathed was sweeping across.

Hearing these words, everyone's hearts were agitated.

Who is this?

...Could it be!

Ling Wushuang's eyebrows twitched, and his complexion also turned black almost invisible, it really came at the right time.

Ji Yunyang shook his head and clicked his tongue, "This Fengjie is dead."

Zhan Xiu and Yun Qingchen looked at each other, and couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing, this Feng Jie is also unlucky enough, it seems that he just hit the muzzle of a gun.

Feng Jie couldn't help trembling all over, and spilled some of the wine she was carrying. Finally, she took a deep breath to calm down her flustered heart. Her fox eyes were flickering. Who is it? , What a big tone.

Could it be that this is the mysterious person that everyone said, he wants to see if this person is as rumored!

From the main hall, three figures came from afar, walking slowly, stepping out step by step, shrinking the ground into an inch. When they heard the sound, they were still a few feet away, but in the blink of an eye, they appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

The slender and handsome figure in the front instantly attracted everyone's attention in the hall.

Wearing a luxurious ink-colored robe, the cuffs are punctured with gold threads, dragon patterns are engraved, lifelike, the man slowly steps forward, the black robe flutters, and there seems to be a purgatory black dragon hovering around him, with gold threads and five claws, circling around, winding Flying towards his neckline, looking down on all living beings.

The black hair casually draped over his shoulders, with red tails, floated and spun around him like blood lotus blossoms.

"This person... is that one, that one!" The person who was talking loudly in the crowd just now had a stiff face, and the expressions in his eyes were both excited and fearful, and his words trembled a little.

The person next to him swallowed and murmured, "I can see it too..."

Lou Junyan walked in slowly. As soon as his footsteps stepped into the gate of the hall, the next second, for some reason, those black dragon boots were firmly planted in the center of the hall. Flying around, a tall and straight figure appeared, between the slender fingers, lightly holding the white jade wine glass that was still in Ling Wu's hands just now.

The dark red eyes, endlessly deep, contained the fierce wind and frost of a thousand years of ice, slowly swept across the hall, and the expression on the sharp-edged and arrogant face was faint.

However, when the corners of his bright red mouth slowly curled up, the people around him shuddered for no reason.

Feng Jie stabilized his wobbly voice, his Adam's apple moved, swallowed secretly, and slowly bit out a sentence, "Who... are you?"

Feng Jie, who has always been a master, couldn't restrain the feeling of inferiority in his heart at this time, which made him hold his breath, unable to swallow it, and unable to spit it out, so uncomfortable that he was about to suffocate, even I don't know what to do at this time.

Lou Junyan held the exquisite white jade wine glass with his knuckle-boned hands, his dark red eyes moved away from the rippling wine, slowly raised his head, and faced Feng Jie.

Feng Jie's eyes trembled in vain, and when he met those dark red cold eyes, it was like a thunderbolt flashed in his mind, all the strength in his body almost disappeared in a few seconds, and his whole body almost went limp. , heartbeat like a drum, this man...

"If Beichen is self-disciplined, he will be fine."

The flat and unwavering voice was heard by everyone, but it was inexplicably tainted with a murderous aura, which cannot be commented on!

"Ding--"

Lou Junyan's cold and handsome face was like an ancient pond without waves. With a flick of his sleeve, the white jade wine glass in his hand made a crisp ding, and went straight to Feng Jie's position.

"Ding--"

The speed of the wine glass is very slow, so slow that people can even clearly see the arc of its path in the air, and its slowly rotating posture like a white lotus.

(End of this chapter)