Apocalypse Magician

Although the church did not officially host the venue, the noble banquet had actually begun.

The venue was filled with all kinds of delicacies, wines and delicacies. The nobles tasted and chatted with each other. Some asked about the situation in the mainland, and some commented on the situation in the mainland. The scene was quite lively.

At this time, Li Xingkong was elegantly holding a wine glass and strolling through the main venue in a very gentlemanly manner, looking around to find Luo Yingxue's location.

On the side of the central fountain, Mo Xianwu was talking to several nobles, while Luo Yingxue stood quietly behind Mo Xianwu.

Light mist lingered, Luo Yingxue was dressed in white, like a fairy coming to the dust, her shadow was hazy and graceful in the mist, and as pure and flawless as snowflakes, dancing and rotating in the sky, not belonging to the mundane world, all living beings could only look up.

Looking at the beautiful girl that he had been dreaming about, Li Xingkong was in a daze. Suddenly, he felt a warmth welling up in his heart. It was as if he was looking back to the time he met for the first time in his life many years ago. The girl with pink makeup and jade like a princess was also dressed in white. Sheng Xue, stretched out her slender hands among the snowflakes flying in the sky, her beautiful face blooming with a smile, as if it was better than the brilliance of the sun.

To this day, Li Xingkong still clearly remembers that first encounter, and his secret determination to protect this pure and unsullied woman as long as he still has breath, until the end of time and forever.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Xingkong gradually returned to reality from his memories and looked at Mo Xianwu in front of Luo Yingxue.

In contrast to Luo Yingxue's purity and flawlessness, Mo Xianwu appears noble and elegant.

Wearing a gorgeous evening dress, she outlines a graceful figure. Her flowing long hair is tied behind her head. Her movements reveal a noble temperament. She is an almost perfect image of a noble daughter. No wonder she is known as the most beautiful woman in the church, and even in mainland China. The goddess in the minds of countless young men.

However, in Li Xingkong's mind, compared to Luo Yingxue's innocence, Mo Xianwu was still slightly inferior.

When his eyes turned to Mo Xianwu, Li Xingkong thought of Yueying.

Frowning slightly, she suddenly felt that if Mo Xianwu's clothes were worn on Yueying, Yueying would be able to steal all the glory from Mo Xianwu.

Perhaps, nobility and elegance are Yueying's true face, her inherent and indelible temperament.

That kind of woman should have been as high and high as a princess, but she didn't know how much past she was carrying. She lived in a life of bloody storms and swords, always pretending to be lonely and cool, rejecting people thousands of miles away, exhausted physically and mentally but pretending to be strong.

With all the nobility and elegance of Mo Xianwu, coupled with a pair of beautiful eyes that seemed to embody the charm of the bright moon, Li Xingkong was suddenly shocked that such a unique temperament was so similar to the statue in the emperor's tomb!

Perhaps only a legendary woman like Queen Menglan can compete with Yueying.

Subconsciously taking two steps back, Li Xingkong looked around again, but found no trace of Yueying. Apparently she chose to keep a low profile this time.

Sighing slightly, Li Xingkong smiled bitterly and shook his head. Since they met each other, if there is a chance in the future, no matter what Yueying is carrying, he will share some of it.

At the venue, Li Xingkong was not the only one paying attention to Luo Yingxue, and the most noteworthy one was Zhu Kara.

Normally, facing such a gluttonous feast, Zhu Kara would feast to his heart's content, but now that the beauty is beautiful and delicious, teasing Luo Yingxue is naturally his top priority.

While looking left and right for Luo Yingxue, Zhu Kara suddenly froze on the spot and couldn't move his eyes away.

In the direction where the gaze extends, ten meters away, a young girl stands tall and graceful.

The clear eyes exude a gaze as bright as the morning sun, as if the sound of spring water is making ripples, reflecting the unparalleled beauty of the face, perfectly interpreting the agility of the water.

Wearing a lavender dress, her waist looks slender, her figure is graceful, and she shows off her lightness in the wind.

The breeze blew across her face, her flowing hair swaying gently, and the lavender ribbon on her head fluttering in the wind.

The brilliance of this moment was like purple flowers dancing in the wind in the morning light, blooming towards the sun. It was so beautiful that it was no less beautiful than Luo Yingxue and Mo Xianwu.

At a glance, Zhukara drooled all over the floor without realizing it. He shook his head hard to bring his thoughts back to reality from all kinds of imagination.

Faced with such a stunning beauty, Zhukara had already forgotten everything. Nothing could stop him from teasing the beauty, so he rushed over with a lewd smile: "Hi, beauty, do you have time tonight?" ?How about playing with uncle?"

"What did you say?" The girl's face immediately turned cold, her sharp eyes piercing towards Zhukara. Since she could remember, no one had ever been so rude in front of her. The girl suddenly suspected that she had heard wrongly.

"I'm talking about beauty. It's your blessing that I've fallen in love with you. My Majesty, the Crown Prince of Qingtian Empire..." Zhukara was as arrogant as ever. Anyway, Hongta Mountain and the remaining ten followers are only a few steps away, and The girl only had one attendant following her, and she didn't look like a powerful character.

"Shut up!" The girl was furious when she heard this. Before Zhukara could finish speaking, she moved her fingertips, the air flow in mid-air rotated, and the power of the wind condensed into an invisible giant hand, and she slapped Zhukara firmly in the face.

"You..." Half of Zhukara's face was in severe pain like fire, and it suddenly swelled up. Tears seemed to be rolling in his eyes. He quickly turned around and shouted, "Hongta Mountain!"

Hong Tashan rushed over with ten of his men and glared at the girl in front of him. However, the girl was not afraid and looked directly at Hong Tashan's murderous gaze without any intention of flinching.

Hong Tashan glanced at the girl's entourage again. The man was tall, a bit bigger than Hong Tashan, but similar to Mo Qianjun.

He is holding a huge sword in one hand and carrying it on his shoulder. He is wearing a bamboo hat on his head. His face cannot be seen clearly, and naturally he cannot see his expression at this time.

After a moment of stalemate, Hong Tashan looked away, thinking over and over the instructions of King Qingtian Empire in his heart. He only regretted that he was careless and didn't grab Zhukara earlier. Now that he met a powerful character, he had no choice but to drag Zhukara away. He stepped aside and whispered: "That person is Princess Zihuang of the Canglang Empire. It's best for us not to offend her for the time being."

"Humph, I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you for now." After Zhukara heard what Hong Tashan said, he knew that he wouldn't get any benefits, but he couldn't be too shameless, so he said this, then turned around and ran away. Faster than anyone else.

"The ungrateful thing..." Zihuang's eyes were still sharp, and his anger did not subside at all because of Zhu Kara's departure.

As the princess of the Canglang Empire, Zihuang has been favored by thousands of people since she was a child. Although some people have proposed marriage recently, they are all respectful. How has she ever been teased in front of her like this?

It was really cheap for him to let Zhukara go like this.