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At Ling Xuanluo's request, Namtso ordered someone to be by his side and set up a seat for Zhuxing. The scene was so lively, Zhu Xing must be excited, in case he ran away and didn't know where to go, wouldn't it be another trouble? So Ling Xuanluo had to arrange for him to sit with him so that he could take care of him at any time.

Since this party was held in the Gu territory, the number of people who came was far less than when they were in the real world in the past. However, the news of the ghost king's return to the throne is well known, and I heard that the party was specially held for the ghost king, but even the mountain people from ten miles and eight miles away rushed to participate. As a result, the thousands of residents of the Divine Realm almost filled the entire Temple Square.

Duan Xiao sat upright at the low table, his eyes moist all the time.

Before his eyes, there was a familiar evening scene: the roaring fire burst into cheerful music, and the music was mixed with song and laughter. And what you taste in your mouth is the rice wine brewed by the hometown people with a unique flavor.

This scene evokes his nostalgia for the past.

In the crowd singing and dancing by the fire, he seemed to be able to see Xi Mutong's snow-white figure all the time, surrounded by a large group of people in colorful costumes, dancing the peacock dance. When she occasionally turned her head and made eye contact with him, her eyes were full of affection.

"A dream for a thousand years, Tong'er, I really don't want to wake up......" He was immersed in fantasy and couldn't extricate himself, and his tears couldn't be held back after all, and a drop of it hit the fragrant rice wine.

Duan Xiao was in a heavy mood, needless to say, the other two couldn't see the slightest bit of pleasure.

Yun Yelang Jun looked up at the night sky, and a full moon hung in the sky. He was silent, not knowing what he was thinking about the moon.

Ling Xuanluo couldn't let go of Sanya, and the music and laughter from the party seemed to be far away from him. He drank glass after glass of stuffy wine, and the two wolf words he had heard echoed in his ears constantly: "Save me" and "Take me away".

"Why do I always have a hunch that Sangya's experience is not as simple as the Namu patriarch said? If she is the one who howls, and the howl is so miserable and desperate, there must be a reason! Sanya did not voluntarily stay in the Valley of Camellias to be with the peacock ghost, she must have been forced! What kind of secret is hidden in her?"

He was so sad that he peeked at Namtso, but saw that his broad square face was blowing in the spring breeze, and from time to time he toasted to the radicals sitting at the bottom of the head, quite like the style of the patriarch. The huge mood swings he had just experienced wouldn't have been noticeable if he hadn't been with him all the time.

It is not surprising that Namtso entertained his subordinates on such an occasion, and Ling Xuanluo's gaze unconsciously turned to Long Xiang.

Although this person was also full of smiles, he toasted people with Namtso, and that kind of smile always seemed to be disguised.

After listening to Namtso's story at the lotus coffin, combined with the situation when he met him this morning, and what he said, Ling Xuanluo was even more suspicious of this person.

"This Lord Longxiang doesn't look like a member of the Ailao clan. Where did he come from, and why did the patriarch accept him into the Bearded Divine Clan and become his staff?"

was thinking, but the elephant suddenly turned his head and met his eyes. He was shocked, for fear that he would find out that he was peeping, so he hurriedly covered it with a smile, raised his glass at the same time, and then looked away to see Zhuxing.

Zhu Xing was holding a bamboo dragonfly given by a child in his hand, and he was having fun, but what he was talking about was not bamboo, but "painting...... Draw ......"

Ling Xuanluo was used to his crazy words, so he didn't pay much attention to it, just picked up a grape and lovingly put it into his mouth.

(To be continued.) )