Chapter 72 (1/2)

As if, this is not a reception party, but a meeting to recruit people. And that makes them want to grab the beautiful girl, is Mr. monster.

Er! Mu Qingge was shocked by her own ideas.

It was impossible, but her intuition told her that the conjecture was very close to the truth.

In Mu light song eyes light flow, suddenly, a goose yellow burst into it. She was stunned and quickly locked in the man.

”It's him!” When he saw the beautiful white face of the man, mu Qingge whispered in his heart.

Bright goose yellow, wearing on his body, but wear out the taste of vulgarity. The beauty is picturesque, but disturbed by the pallor of ordinary people, people dare not approach, for fear that they will accidentally break him.

It seems that he refused to accept any approach within six feet of him.

The appearance of such a palace banquet, his long hair is not tied at all, let the hair move with the wind. He sat on his seat, sipping wine quietly, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with him.

How could he be here? Who is he?

Mu Qingge asks himself in his heart.

But mu ran, on a pair of black and white, calm eyes. Suddenly, everything around is quiet, the whole world, it seems that only their own eyes and the master of the existence.

How cold!

Mu Qingge tries to take back his soul and make the noise around him appear again. The lost temperature seems to be rising gradually. She pursed her lips and did not speak. She still looked away from the man.

”What kind of environment, what kind of experience, can make a person's eyes as cold as each other. It seems that he has imprisoned himself in an ice castle and refused the heat. ”

”Aunt, who is that man?” Mu Qingge leans over Mu Lianrong and asks in a low voice.

Mu Lianrong raised her eyes and looked at mu Qingge's eyes. With only one eye, she took it back and explained in a low voice: ”he is the king of virtue. As soon as she was born, she killed her mother, and she was very weak. It's no wonder that you don't know him. I'm afraid that even those who work in the palace do not necessarily know him. ”

Virtuous king? The man of Kemu? Weak and sick?

Mu Lianrong's explanation seems to be in line with his cold breath. Perhaps, that kind of cold is the despair of living without hope in the world?

Mu Qingge pursed her lips and drooped her eyes, no longer paying attention to him.

Since she will not spend more energy, it has nothing to do with her. At the moment, she is more concerned about the information that is revealed unintentionally from Mu Lianrong's words.