[Douluo Dalu] The moonlight is sultry

Royal Philharmonic Ballroom.

Light overflowed from the magnificent door, and colorful flying shadows scurried across the floor.

Yue Guan showed the token of an elder of Wuhun Palace to the receptionist at the door. The man had a stern expression on his face and bowed down respectfully, inviting him in.

The ornaments in the house are either gold or silver, glowing with gorgeous light and extremely extravagant.

He led Yueyuan across the restless dance floor, and no one in the excited dancing crowd seemed to notice their presence. They followed the red-carpeted corridor to the VIP-only area on the second floor. After walking through the 100-meter long corridor, they came to a room with "Snow White Hall" written on it.

Under the protection of the Titled Douluo's aura barrier, even if the guard is a Soul Master of the Soul Saint level, he will not notice anyone approaching at all.

"The fourth soul skill, the drunken chrysanthemum fragrance."

The sound of Yue Guan sounded faintly, and a shadow appeared behind him. Elegant chrysanthemums bloomed between his fingers, and wisps of fragrance flowed out from the flowers, drifting towards the guards guarding the door according to his will.

thump! thump--

They all fell.

There was a coquettish laughter in the house, as if they were playing with someone, and pale golden petals sneaked in through the crack in the door.

After a moment, Yue Guan said confidently: "Go in."

The flashing neon lights in the room shone on them, and five people were lying on the ground.

Three of the beauties were only wrapped in thin gauze clothes, exposing large areas of their tender white skin. The remaining two men were older, with gray hair, unbuttoned clothes, unusually rosy faces, and twitching smiles at the corners of their mouths, as if they had just experienced some joy in the world.

One of the men Yue Yuan knew was the Snow Prince whom he met in the morning. The other person is not young, he looks to be in his fifties. .seven

"How did you know the Snow Prince would show up here?"

"What do you think?" The golden armor worn by Yue Guan gently lifted Yue Yuan's hair.

"It's a soul skill." Yueyuan guessed.

Yue Guan smiled proudly and raised his brows, "Yes. My eighth soul skill is Heaven-reaching."

Yue Yuan is a little worried. The power of reaching the sky is too powerful and the damage to the body is relatively severe.

"But it's just a general direction. Moreover, this Philharmonic Ballroom is a relatively famous entertainment venue in the Tiandou Empire. Prince Snow has always been in the habit of coming here to have fun."

Yueyuan kicked Prince Snow and found that he had been fascinated and unconscious.

"Isn't he showing off his face to you? I'll help you tear off his face and turn him into a human skin." Yue Guan said in a normal way, without feeling at all how cruel this method was.

"His face is too wrinkled." Yue Yuan replied lightly.

Yue Guan kicked Prince Xue with her toes so that his face faced her, frowned and glanced at him, saying with disdain: "Indeed."

Ordinary people are not like soul masters. Only when a soul master reaches level 90 or above can he have the ability to maintain his appearance and live forever, but not all titled Douluo can practice. I heard that the founder of Wuhun Palace, the ninety-nine-level Qiandaoliu, is still alive today. He is a figure close to the god level and can approach immortality.

"Yuanyuan, will you one day also despise me for my old age and beauty?" Yue Guan's eyes suddenly turned resentful.

Yueyuan looked at his face that was so delicate that it seemed like there were no pores, and said calmly: "I would really dislike it if I would have such random thoughts as you when I get older."

Your ancestors may not have lived as long as me, but they still think you are old.

Yue was concerned and happy, "I don't have any random thoughts. I just sometimes feel that I have never married a wife and have no children. I am so pitiful."

The person who just said that he wanted to skin Prince Snow would be associated with "poor"?

Yueyuan glanced at him speechlessly and asked, "Aren't there ghosts accompanying you?"

"The old ghost has a bad temper, how can he be as considerate as Yuanyuan." Yueguan said coquettishly, "What are you going to do with him now? My soul skills can make them sleep for half an hour at most."

The round amethyst-like eyes rolled, and she took out a bottle of red stuff from her storage ring - this was originally given to her by Wei Xueying to paint her nails.

"When did Yuanyuan start using these little girls' gadgets?"

"A gift from a friend."

"Boyfriend?" Yue Guan grabbed the bottle and thought about it carefully, "This quality seems to be produced by the Luoying Sect."

Yue Yuan took out another writing brush and replied: "Yes, it was a gift from their young sect leader."

"Is he pursuing you?" Yue Guan frowned lightly, with disgust in his eyes.

"No, I've only met twice." Yueyuan dipped the pen in the flower juice. "This is made of impatiens flower mud. If it gets stained and is not washed off in time, it will not be washed off for ten days and a half. Since the Snow Prince likes to put on airs so much, then we will make him lose face when going out."

After hearing what she said, Yue Guan's face relaxed.

"It would be more appropriate for me to do it." He pointed to the man next to Prince Xue, "This man is the second in command of the Luoying Sect, Wei Siming. He is good at tracking breath. It will not be easy for me to detect him if I use soul skills to control him."

The first soul skill is activated, every detail is revealed.

A chrysanthemum spiraled out, seemingly light and airy, but when it came into contact with the middle-aged man on the ground, it instantly turned into golden threads and wrapped around him, manipulating his limbs crookedly, as clumsily as a wooden puppet.

The full moon looked at him and he manipulated Wei Siming to put heavy makeup on Prince Snow's face. The corners of his eyes and lips were all painted as coquettishly as a dancing queen.

"After all, Prince Xue is a relative of the Tiandou Empire. If this matter is exposed, aren't you worried that Wuhun Palace will blame him?"

Yue Guan said while playing, "I dare to bring you here, are you still afraid of taking responsibility?"

Then he controlled the dancer, applied impatiens juice on her lips, and left several big red lip marks on the cheeks of Prince Snow and Wei Siming.

After it dries, it won't come off no matter how hard you scrub or wash it.

"This Wei Siming is usually on good terms with Prince Xue, but he secretly works against Wuhun Palace. I have long disliked him. As for Prince Xue, hey, if he hadn't come forward to protect Dugu Bo, I and the old ghost would have killed Dugu Bo. Bo was taken back and minced into meat paste." Yue Guan said, "If we really blame him, at worst, he won't be in Wuhun Hall anymore."

"Leaving the Spirit Hall?" Yue Yuan looked at him doubtfully, "Then why did you work for the Pope in the first place?"

Most of the people in Wuhun Palace dare to betray for the sake of strength and power, but they have nothing left and will get into trouble.

"For money." Yue Guan said with a smile, "I was young at that time, and I thought it was interesting to interrogate and torture people in the Wuhun Palace, and hunt down and hunt down people."

Yue Yuan has seen his method of judging people before. He drilled through people's fingernails, and no one could withstand the pain.

After finishing Prince Xue's "makeup", Yue Guan dropped a hint to everyone, suggesting that Prince Xue and Wei Siming were drunk because Mei Ji had a conflict.

After completing this, half an hour almost passed. Yue Guan secretly manipulated Wei Siming to leave with unsteady steps, and was deliberately seen by the ballroom staff to create the illusion of misunderstanding.

"If you leave Wuhun Palace, what do you want to do next?" Yue Yuan asked.

Yue Guan replied without hesitation: "Follow you, and whatever you do, I will follow."

Yue Yuan smiled and said: "Then I am the chef and you also cook along with me?"

"It's not impossible, my craftsmanship is also possible." Yue Guan said nonchalantly. After a while, he added: "Or, return to Yingzong and inherit the family business."

Yue Guan threw Wei Siming into a small alley that almost no one passed by. Without waiting for Yue Yuan to ask questions, he took out a token from Wei Siming's waist. The token was in the shape of a peony flower, which was the queen of the precious flowers, Wei Zi.

"Young Master's token will be in his hand. I don't know what kind of chaos the interior is now." He threw it to Yue Yuan, "Let's play with it."

Yuanyuan looked at the jade pendant, which was completely clear and emitted a faint red light, and remembered what happened in the elephant house. Wei Xueying just couldn't show her young master's token at that time, so she was molested by Bu Lu and the others. It seems that there is indeed civil strife in the Luoying Sect.

But the question she is more concerned about now is: "Yueguan, are you born in the Luoying Sect?"

The Strange Velvet Babel Chrysanthemum is indeed a rare martial spirit belonging to the flower plant family.

"Forty years ago, the former head of the Luoying Sect, who was my father's right-hand brother at the time, designed to kill my parents to seize the throne, and also attempted to eradicate me." Yueguan said calmly, "Later... ..”

With a faint sneer on his lips, he took out a white jade six-bone umbrella from the storage ring, with a red peony embroidered on the thin umbrella.

"He has become my collection."

The moon's eyelids tremble slightly, human skin is used as a fan, and bones are used as umbrella handles. It is indeed a good "collection". Unexpectedly, his identity turned out to be the former young master of the Luo Ying Sect. No wonder Yue Guan's face looked wrong when he mentioned Wei Yuying just now.

Yue Guan's slender fingers caressed her gently, as if caressing a beautiful treasure.

"Anyway, I am not interested in the position of sect leader. The three upper sects and the lower four sects will be taken care of by the Wuhun Palace sooner or later. As for his ancestors and grandsons... just collect debts slowly... "