Douluo: Xueluo Linglan

In the evening of the next day, seven people came to the Prophet's Hall. Wei Lan was wearing a purple dress, and Fu You liked smart and neat trousers. Their appearance and elegant demeanor were amazing.

The Prophet's Hall is not open to the public at ordinary times and will only be used as a welcoming place during special periods.

The Prophet's Hall has tall spires, round arches, sixteen columns supporting the spacious hall, and long windows inlaid with colored gemstones. The hollow and carved window in the center is like an eye. This is the Prophet's Hall. origin of name.

The guard at the door carefully checked each person's admission ticket.

When it was their turn to go in, they were a little dumbfounded. No wonder the ticket was the cheapest. It turned out to be an outfield ticket!I could only watch the banquet from a distance and couldn't get inside at all.

"This profiteer!"

In the hall, the musicians' singing was like the sound of nature, easily making people sympathize with each other, as if all the joys, sorrows and joys were turned into melodious songs, flowing in the hall.

These musicians are all members of the Yu tribe. They have no unique names. The language they use comes from birds and mountain streams. What they pursue throughout their lives is to sing their own poems.

Some of the strangers attending the banquet were dressed luxuriously, while others were simply dressed.No matter where they are, there is a natural gap between nobles and common people. The nobles will inadvertently reveal their contempt and disdain for the common people, and the common people are also full of contempt for the nobles' behavior.

The only thing that can bring these people together is this annual Dragon Slaying Day and the appeal of the Lord of Liuli King City.

The banquet did not last long, and the city lord stepped into the banquet. Along with the melodious music, Sisyphus wore a red dress, just like a rose in bloom. The dark snake shadow followed her steps, and she walked straight towards the tower. , the tall spire is a symbol of power.

When she stood on the top overlooking the brightly lit hall, her eyes swept over each visitor, like a bird flying across the lake, her amber eyes calm and calm.

These people at the banquet wore flattering or ingratiating smiles, trying to please the city lord and leave a good impression on her. There was greed and ambition in their eyes that could not be hidden.

It is not so much that the City of Liuli made Sisyphus the White King, but rather that the inner strength made the unique Sisyphus the White King!

Having experienced the test of life and death, she was now the unequivocal king in the entire Liuli territory, and no one dared to challenge her authority.

"Everyone, I won't say any more. I announce that Dragon Slaying Day has begun!" Sisyphus raised her wine glass high. Her voice was not as charming as her beautiful appearance, but was clear and sweet with a hint of sweetness. .

The people below raised their glasses in agreement.

The group of people on the periphery only saw the back of the city lord, and could not see the rest clearly at all, but they could sense that she was very powerful!

Since they couldn't see the city lord clearly, they didn't sit idle. They walked to the dessert table, picked up the plates and got ready to eat!

Seeing visitors like them, he sneered, "Are you kidding me? It's rare for the City Lord to come out, these people only know how to eat!"

Ignoring the eyes that fell on them, Wei Lan first forked a piece of small cake, took a bite, and said with satisfaction: "It's so delicious!"

The things in the city lord's palace are naturally not bad, not to mention that it is a grand banquet, and the chefs are working hard to prepare the food.

Everyone was carrying a small white porcelain plate. Guangling kept giving Weilan her favorite food, and occasionally ate the food Weilan put to his mouth.

Qingluan walked around and put food on everyone's plate. There were a few more pieces on Fuyou's plate. She ate them all without thinking about it. After eating, she walked to Weilan, I also gave her something to eat, which gave her a sense of satisfaction as if I was feeding her!

Guang Ling went to the other side to get food. When he came back, he found that someone had taken his place. Before he could do anything, the lion Qianjun and Jiang Mo stole the food on the plate.

With both sides lost, he immediately exuded an aura of dissatisfaction. He stepped forward, his clear voice filled with coldness, "I still have some here!" With the obstruction of their clothes, the three people who stole the food were given a blow by Guang Ling. fist.