Lian Youyou calmly looked ahead: "Your and my divinity have made you and I lose the passion and joy of being a god, and life in the realm of the gods has become boring, like a walking dead, without a soul. During these days, I slowly I regained my humanity, and tasted happiness again, and finally regained my joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys, and even felt the sweetness of love." A sweet smile floated on Lian Youyou's face, and that alluring sweet smile was instantly like The warm spring light sprinkled into Duanmu Qingchen's heart, dispelling all the worries in his heart, but for some reason, he was fascinated by seeing Lian Youyou's sweet smile.

Lian Youyou thought about it for a moment, then turned to look at Duanmu Qingchen's golden pupil: "You really should come down, talk about love, and regain the taste of love. Don't always live in insensitivity." Lian Youyou said to Duanmu Qingchen's Jin Tong Hitomi smiled sincerely and innocently.

Duanmu Qingchen's golden pupils opened suddenly, and there was a trace of panic in the trembling divine light. He himself didn't know where the panic came from or why. But his heartbeat was more violent than before.

He hurriedly looked away to cover up his inadvertent panic, he raised his face and saw the time, so he tried to calm down and reminded: "Time is running out." After he finished speaking, the corner of his eyes still involuntarily It fell on Lian Youyou's indifferent and quiet body.

Lian Youyou raised her face, and there were only four hours left in mid-air. In these four hours, whether Li Juanlan's fate can be changed depends on whether these white pieces on the chessboard can produce the power to turn the world around.

"It's still early~~It's still early~~~" Lian Youyou didn't panic, she didn't look anxious, she leisurely put her hands behind her back, looked at Duanmu Qingchen leisurely, and blinked at him, "Fate doesn't happen until the last moment , no one can guess the result~~~"

Duanmu Qingchen's golden pupil slowly lost his mind again under Lian Youyou's relaxed and contented smile...

At this moment, on the stage of Yulin Lantern Festival Square, Duanmu Yankang was holding a brightly colored hydrangea. Duanmu Ruifeng said excitedly on the stage: "My Highness knows that I am better than blue than blue. Do you think about it?" Watch the contest—”

"Think—" The girls in the audience applauded and cheered.

"Contest! Contest! Contest!" Everyone cheered loudly.

Duanmu Ruifeng tossed the hydrangea in his hand: "How about we decide the Mid-Autumn Festival champion and martial arts champion tonight?!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

"it is good!"

There were cheers from the audience.

Duanmu Yankang also said at the same time: "The number one scholar in civil and military affairs will be delivered by our little sister Seventh Princess in person with her carefully prepared gift—"

"Oh---"

Immediately, cheers erupted, and the atmosphere of the whole venue boiled instantly, like a pot of boiling water, "gudong gudong", the people in the audience jumped up one by one like the water bubbles in the pot.

Duanmu Yaxin glanced down at those aristocratic sons, and she was also happy in her heart. Seeing them vying for his favor, which girl would not be happy because so many young men are crazy about her alone? Tonight count her dominance.

She glanced roughly, there are many handsome young men, but more ugly and mediocre ones. She hopes that the talented major general who wins in the end will be the handsome young man as she wished, and don't let tonight become a failure in the end.

Duanmu Yankang threw the hydrangea in his hand and approached his sister Duanmu Yaxin: "Little sister, which one do you like?"

Duanmu Yaxin pursed her lips. To be honest, under the light and the heads were shaking, she really couldn't see the faces clearly at a glance, and couldn't tell who was better.

"Is it blinding?" Duanmu Yankang smirked a bit like Duanmu Qingchen.

"I hate it!" Duanmu Yaxin turned around, but the corners of his mouth could not be restrained from rising, there are so many good-looking little brothers tonight.

"Don't worry, brothers will delete and delete for you first. This good-looking one is not interesting if he has no literary and martial arts skills. We will never let him come up with this ugly one. He will definitely find gold for my sister!" Duanmu Yan Kang squeezed Duanmu Yaxin's shoulders, patted his chest, and sealed the ticket.

Duanmu Yaxin smiled sweetly, that smile seemed to be smeared with honey, and became even sweeter under the warm yellow light. Today she is a princess, she must be the most beautiful and happiest. Tonight has to be perfect!

Duanmu Ruifeng had already shouted in front of the stage: "Now, everyone, please make a couplet with the theme of tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, and leave the space here for our warriors! Whoever comes up first!"

"Me!" Immediately, a burly and strong black young man jumped up, his eight-foot tall stature frightened away the handsome and weak young men below.

Duanmu Yaxin became anxious when she saw such a dark and ugly man jumping up, she didn't want to give such an ugly monster the gift she carefully prepared.

She was so anxious that she immediately pulled Duanmu Yankang's sleeve, pouted and blinked her big eyes.

Duanmu Yankang could see Duanmu Yaxin's worry. He frowned when he saw such a big man, but he still tried to comfort Duanmu Yaxin: "Don't worry, if you are not satisfied in the end, you will find Brother Sanhuang to save the situation. Hiss... Where did Brother Sanhuang go?" Duanmu Yankang anxiously looked around the audience, looking for Duanmu Jinhong, why did Duanmu Jinhong suddenly disappear?

Among the princes, Duanmu Qingchen was the most skilled, followed by the third prince, Duanmu Jinhong. Duanmu Qingchen was supposed to host the Mid-Autumn Festival. If the young master who came up to the contest was too ugly, he should be the one to repel it. As a result, he ran away. Therefore, the heavy responsibility of hosting fell on Duanmu Jinhong.

But Duanmu Jinhong naturally disliked such lively and crowded scenes, so after the opening scene, he left the responsibility of choosing the son-in-law of the seventh sister to Duanmu Yankang and the others, and he also disappeared.

If the man who wins in the end is not Duanmu Yaxin's favorite, Duanmu Yankang and the others have also thought about it, saying that they have to win the third brother to count. Now, Brother Sanhuang is gone, how can Duanmu Yankang be in a hurry? With the effort of him and Duanmu Ruifeng, they can do a few tricks.

"I am Zhong Lei, the son of the left servant of the Ministry of War!" The black man had already clasped his fists in front of the ring, his voice was like a bell, "Who will fight!"

"I'm coming!" Another boy jumped onto the ring and rolled up his sleeves.

Duanmu Yaxin felt a lot of peace of mind when he saw someone finally challenged him, and he was a handsome young man again.

Duanmu Ruifeng ran back to Duanmu Yankang's side, looked around worriedly, and lowered his voice: "Brother Sanhuang will also slip away..."

Duanmu Yankang also looked at Duanmu Ruifeng with a sad face, and the two couldn't help but sighed together. Originally, they also wanted to chat with the girls tonight, talk, maybe even touch the little hands, but now, it's all ruined. Where did their third brother hide?