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Suddenly, a dozen or so guards from the outer hall directly flew down the stairs, holding onto their crippled arms and knees as they cried out in pain, they fell at Leng Mufei's feet.

Seeing the danger, all the Miyagi s pulled out their swords from their waists, a dozen or so sharp blade lights aimed at the man who was walking up the stairs step by step, slowly walking into the hall.

The first person to enter the mirror was his handsome face that did not change his expression at all. This pair of golden-brown eyes, which could pierce through a person's heart, were sparkling with a dazzling light. The sharp light rays were crystal clear, constantly warning everyone of his danger.

Under the gazes of everyone present, he went straight from the edge of the blade into the great hall. Suddenly, he stopped and stood there casually, with a dignified demeanor on his face, the heroic spirit of the Emperor's family was vividly displayed on his body as he arrogantly looked down at the Myriad Domain and the tens of thousands of citizens below him.

He was tall and slim, wearing an engraved silver robe and a golden cloak. His long black hair was tied behind his back with a silver tassel and hung down from his waist. The fine strands of hair covered his angular face and hung down over his long and thick eyelashes. From the moment he entered, he always exuded the air of a noble and elegant king.

The sharp blade pressed against his neck, and the icy temperature pressed against his skin, but he was only a look of contempt, and his cold face was intimidating.

Who is the Prince Jin? If he wants my life, it will be as easy as turning his hand. How can you protect me?" Leng Mufei looked at the man, who was only a meter and a half away from him, and spoke with a faint, soft smile. Suddenly, that faint smile disappeared as he tilted his head to the side and scolded in a low voice, "You still haven't retreated yet!

The Miyagi quickly retreated to his two sides while Leng Mufei folded his hands behind his back. He leisurely smiled, but hidden under that smile were the cold rays of the blade.

Whether intentionally or not, he blew on the light feather on his shoulder, raised his eyebrows, and laughed: "Even if you came uninvited, Prince Jin is gathering too many people."

Leng Mufei's happy attire caused the proud man to slightly furrow his brows. In the next moment, his unusual expression instantly recovered its indifference. His thick eyelashes fluttered in disdain as he coldly said: "Hand her over."

He was completely sure that the overbearing tone was the same as his swift and decisive attitude. This was also why he had been through so much in his life.

Leng Mufei's smile suddenly disappeared, he flung his long sleeves and chuckled. Why, is the Prince Jin here for someone else? "

"Could it be that you want to take away my new mistress this time?"

Leng Mufei's arms were crossed around his shoulders, and he was pretending to walk slowly beside him. With a provocative and evil smile, he said, "It's a pity, you can only pick up what's left of me." He laughed sinisterly.

The man in front of him was emitting an imposing aura that could not be invaded. His eyes were filled with power and danger.

"Don't force me to destroy this place." The man's half hidden face couldn't hold back his peerless bewitching face. His deep eyes were dark to the point where they couldn't be lowered. His voice was calm and steady, and it was hard to tell what his mood was.

The moment he said that, Leng Mufei's face changed, the two brothers fought with each other, freezing time and air.

There were too many secrets hidden within this Moon Pavilion Workshop. It was also the exact same scene that Leng Mufei had spent more than ten years forging for the girl. Every brick and tile, had been precise and precise, which had captured all of his thoughts.

To Leng Mufei, the Moon Pavilion Workshop was like a memory that had taken root deep within his heart, because the Luo Shang who resided there would forever be.

As if he was a meteorite in the sky, Mo Yun held the sword hilt and slightly tapped his forehead, indicating that he should find Luo Shang's residence in the pavilion.

Leng Mufei would never have imagined that the city gate's design was a few days ago. Originally, Leng Shaoyu had thought that Luo Shang had already left the capital and shifted his gaze, but it seemed that he still managed to find his way here.

It was currently difficult to even walk out of the Moon Pavilion Workshop, so naturally, they were unable to summon the Miyagi team. With no good ideas, Leng Mufei could only follow the man into the pavilion at the top floor of the Moon Pavilion.

The room was still as empty as it had been before, but when she wasn't there, it would become even colder. The only thing that was eye-catching was the red wedding dress that was still neatly folded on the table.

She really was still … Never thought of marrying him.

Leng Shaoyu's deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, but he had to return home filled with disappointment. The steam from the cup of tea on the table had yet to dissipate, she had probably just left not too long ago.

"What did I say? She wasn't here to begin with." Seeing the man's gloomy and disappointed face, Leng Mufei finally regained some balance in his heart.

"How does it feel to not see someone I've yearned for day and night?" He lazily walked in front of the man.

Leng Shaoyu slightly narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth drew a shallow curve, as though he was mocking coldly: "You should know better than me how this feels."

Bringing a cold smile with him, he turned around, and only heard Leng Mufei say: "The person you want to take away, is already mine."

His hands that were at his side slowly clenched into fists. With a turn of his body, his nimble body had already grabbed Leng Mufei by the collar, and a heavy fist landed on the face of the enchanter-like playboy. Clang!

In the face of Leng Shaoyu's fury, Leng Mufei did not retaliate, and did not allow anyone to move forward. He allowed the man's steel-like fist to land on him, and only when the man let go did he wipe the blood from the corner of his lips with a light smile.

"You're so angry, why didn't you kill me with a single slash? She's your woman. " Leng Mufei stood up, he still maintained his relaxed and mocking smile, and loosened his collar.

Leng Shaoyu was really vicious, if it was anyone else, they would have already gone to the underworld.

The last thing she said to Leng Shaoyu was to take good care of his little brother, Leng Mufei. He had to be seen as a sibling of his mother's. No matter how big of a mistake he made, no matter what he did, he would make his brother forgive him and show mercy.

It was precisely because of this that Leng Shaoyu had tolerated him time and time again during those many years of brotherly affection.

"Leng Shaoyu, from today onwards, you and I have no brotherly feelings anymore. I want to see who will win or lose this game. " The Evil Qi in Leng Mufei's eyes grew denser.

Leng Shaoyu frowned, looked at him in disdain, then turned and left arrogantly.

Only after he left did Leng Mufei retract his gaze, and looked at the neat and tidy bridal dress with additional sadness. His fingers gently caressed the needle and thread of the Jade Dragon Pearl.

Little Shang...