Chapter 919： God descends (30)

Perhaps this sound was too obvious, everyone invariably looked in the direction of the people coming, and it was visible--

He is a handsome and attractive officer.

Blond hair, blue eyes, slender figure.

An upright military uniform with golden tassels hanging down on his shoulders, a golden corset is buckled around his waist, the buttons reflect metallic luster, and two straight long legs.

Everyone knows that this man's name is Charles, the second prince of the empire, and now he is in charge of the empire's army.

Charles is obviously coming from the army in a hurry.

Facing the handsome face of the man, the faces of the noble daughters could not help but turn red.

His Royal Highness Prince Charles is really excellent.

Fu Yue also raised her eyes and glanced over there, then looked away flatly.

It's pretty handsome.

Then... no more.

Because, whether it was Ciller or Hodder, the appearance alone could crush this person, not to mention that after experiencing so many planes, Fu Yue had become more critical of beauty.

Only her sweet little sweet can barely catch the eye.

Fu Yue took a sip from the wine glass and stopped looking at Charles. She lowered her curled eyelashes, thinking about how to sneak into the Imperial Library.

Her magical talent is really average, and she can't be able to teleport with Cyler with just a single magic...

Fu Yue was startled.

Cyler, yes, so why didn't she just ask Cyler to take her to the library? Why do you have to come here so hard?

The girl's face suddenly became a little weird.

Where's her brain?

Fu Yue squeezed the finger of the wine glass and couldn't help but stretched out her hand to cover her face.

Forget it... it's all here. Let's go and stroll around first, maybe she can find anything.

When Fu Yue was thinking about what excuses he should find to slip out of the banquet hall.

A slender hand reached out in front of her.

Fu Yue was taken aback: "?"

He raised his head and faced Charles' handsome face.

"MayI?"

Elegant words came out from the man's thin lips, his light blue eyes were staring straight at her, and the smile on his face felt like a spring breeze.

Charles is inviting her to dance.

It's just a dance, and Fu Yue is not too hypocritical to refuse.

The black-haired girl lifted the skirt, leaned slightly, and performed an elegant manner, putting her slender fingers on Charles's hand.

"my honor."

Charles is a very gentleman. He puts one hand on the girl's waist and holds her hand with the other. The distance between the two people is very gentle.

It was really just a dance.

They cooperate well and are impeccable, but there is an inexplicable sense of disobedience, as if... yes, as if dancing this dance is just to complete a formulaic task.

Fu Yue could tell at a glance.

Charles doesn't like her.

It is said that the second prince of the Empire is obsessed with the Duke's young daughter, Cloya, and Fu Yue sneered.

... nonsense.

Although this man has shown his admiration for her as much as possible, his eyes are extremely calm and calm, and there is no difference between looking at her eyes and looking at an ant.

This is obvious.

Charles showed his liking for Cloya, indeed for a purpose, in other words to use her.

Oh God.

The poor girl may have fallen into the love network laid by the prince at will, before her consciousness dissipated.