In response to him, Ryukyu's more fierce eyes.
But when jeruhon saw this, he nodded and looked at Ryukyu. He said, "no, I will marry you when I grow up."
Crisp words, in exchange for a short two seconds of silence.
Then Ouyang Yu Fei burst out laughing, pointing to yeruhong, and couldn't speak.
Ryukyu frowned wordlessly: "children talk." As he said this, he took jeruhon and walked toward the hall of Chenglan, which was full of murders.
"Really, sister..."
"Shut up..."
The small voice comes alternately. Ouyang Yufei stands behind the moon and looks at the moon with thin anger in his helpless face.
There is no seriousness in her body. The momentum that makes people know she is on guard at first sight is replaced by stability and self-confidence.
Today's killing scene is full of enemies. The murderous Qi and breath hidden in the dark night are almost dense and overlapped. I don't know how many people have been hidden.
If Ryukyu goes wrong in one step, he will lose. They can't afford to lose, even if it's just a matter of momentum.
He restrained the false laughter on his face. Ouyang slowly drew a smile on the corner of his mouth, which seemed to be nothing. This was right for Ryukyu. Now he followed Ryukyu to Chenglan palace.
The house is full of guests with brilliant lights.
The Chenglan hall is huge. The outer hall and the inner hall are different from the inner and outer halls in the Central Plains. They are totally open and open.
Inside the temple, the steps rise and fall, one higher than the other, winding up, a total of three layers, just like the same pattern of steps in the temple.
On both sides of the ladder, on the three-story platform, there are people sitting on each side.
The lower the position is, the higher the position is, the more you will sit in the direction of the inner hall. On the highest position of the third floor, a white tiger leather chair is upright with it, overlooking everything and overlooking the ministers.
That's the northern throne.