Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

That's the most important table in this birthday party!

Song Zhengde, Hua Mingfeng, Wan Lingtao, song Zhengde, Hua Mingfeng and Wan Lingtao, as well as the other nine big families, are sitting there!

These people, no matter where they go, will be the most eye-catching focus!

At this time, sitting at the table next to wanlingtao, there is a young man in a hand-made American tuxedo. He is toasting Ning Feixuan!

This young man is like an ancient emperor. The noble spirit of destiny is so dazzling that even the big men of nine families on the table are all disgraced!

He cut off a thick black hair, leaving a chic broken hair, slightly curled hot, fashionable and handsome.

In the dark pupil, there is the emperor's self-confidence and domineering. On the face and skin, it seems that the light is shining. The thorn Ning Feixuan can't look directly.

Even sitting at the core of the table, this young man is also a worthy core figure!

"Wan Chengzhi!"

With a click, the goblet in Ning Feixuan's hand fell to the ground and smashed.

This noble young man is the prince of China, Wan Chengzhi!

Meng ran should have cut off his shoulders, cut off his right ear and smashed his face, but now he is in good condition!

Compared with Jiangnan that time, his body is more a kind of even Ning Feixuan also can not see through the profound temperament!

"Powers! He's become a power! "

Ning Feixuan almost cried out in his heart. The one who had been spying on her and made her feel uneasy was Wan Chengzhi!

Wan Chengzhi is very satisfied with Ning Feixuan's shocked expression. He also raises a toast to Ning Feixuan.

The look on his face is just like caring about his fiancee.

"Why What the hell is this! How could his arm How can it grow again... "

The confused Ning Feixuan didn't even hear his father's call.

"Feixuan? Are you okay? Why is your face so white? " Ning Wentao, who is toasting with the big men at the same table, is puzzled by the appearance of his daughter.

"I I'm fine. "

Ning Feixuan forced to endure the shock in his heart, and his heart was out of his mind.

At this time, outside the Huangdu Hotel, there was a "dada" footstep sound.

Under the leadership of song Junchen, the second son of the Song family, a young couple, with gifts, stepped into the imperial capital hotel.

"Aunt Ling?" Recognize the person of Ning Feixuan, not from a Leng.

It was Meng Chang'an and song Shuling.

The two men were obviously dressed up. Meng Chang'an was elegant and elegant. After changing into a suit, he became more manly.

As for song Shuling, she changed into a long skirt with diamond inlaid floor. She was elegant, beautiful and moving, which attracted a lot of guests at the scene.

"Dad, father-in-law, Shuling and my son-in-law wish you 80th birthday, good health and long life."

Along with the couple's congratulation, they bow to present the gift.

"Good, good!" Song Zhengde said three times and laughed heartily.

She is holding the hands of three daughters song Shuling in one hand and Meng Chang'an's son-in-law in the other hand, walking towards the guests.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please let me introduce you solemnly. These two are my third daughter, song Shuling, and my son-in-law Meng Chang'an."

Words fall, upstairs and downstairs, bursts of thunderous applause, all the guests are consciously standing up for the beautiful reunion of this family, applause and congratulations.

Even the CCTV lens is aimed at Meng Chang'an couple's face.

The whole Huangdu hotel has a joyful atmosphere.

At this time, at the gate of the Huangdu Hotel, there was a sudden clamor.

"Stop! Who are you!? No admittance

The sound was getting louder and louder. Even the armed central guard couldn't even take out the gun, so he was blown away with one hand, smashed the glass of the hotel, and fainted in front of the public!

"What's going on?"

"Gao Junwu! You're dumb!? Answer quickly what's going on! "

Ning Feixuan's face changed greatly, and Gao Junwu's trembling voice came from the micro nano listening device:

"Captain It's It's master Meng's female apprentice... "

Ning Feixuan had no time to respond, only heard a cold female voice. It was like a snow lotus blooming on the top of the sky. From the door of the Huangdu Hotel, it was heard with pride:

"the first disciple of Mengxian master in Jiangbei, Bingfan, comes to deliver the bell for the master song!"