Interstellar Love Story: Young Girl Spirit Hunter

"On a whim, I want to change my hair style." Xinghe replied solemnly, but with his serious iceberg face, it looked like it was intentional, which made people bend their eyebrows and smile.

"A toast to our patron saint!"

"Feast!" the star emperor stood up and insisted on imitating the ancient earth's four legged wine bottle and said in a high voice: "please have a good drink!"

... the music sounded at the right time, and the particle crystal lamp was rotating in all colors. The light was still bright, but it was much darker.

In twos and threes, the shadow of fragrant sideburns stepped into the dance floor one by one.

Hua Canling, who snuggled up and sat beside Xingyu, glanced at Mu Xijun and winked at her, trying to give her a private meeting in the back garden, but she still smiled and talked with Xingyu without giving him any response.

It was not easy to wait until Xingyu got up. He wanted to go over, but he saw Xingyu make a very gentlemanly dance to Hua Canling, put his arms around her small waist and slide into the dance floor.

Suddenly, the spotlight hit them, and everyone's dancing stopped, clapping their hands and beating the beat while cheering for them.

Hua Canling has never been so excited.

Those dance steps that have never been skipped can fly up with stars in such a scene, just like a dancing Phoenix, beautiful, dazzling and heart-catching.

At this moment, in her happy smiling eyes, she was full of the great man with white hair and golden pupils, and could see nothing else.

Let alone muxijun, who stood in the dark and stared at her with a pair of pretended affectionate peach eyes.

Xingyu's mood is very subtle. Looking at the smiling face of Hua Canling, the golden pupil condenses deeply: are you really happy? Or was he so happy because he was at the banquet?

His beloved little wife has used this trick. Should he pretend to relax so that she can find a chance to see him?

No, no, no, she had carefully told him to trust her.

But - don't think he can't see her face when she toured the whole audience for a week and finally confronted that man.

Xingyu has been clamoring to believe his little wife in his heart, but at the edge of his heart, there is a villain standing roaring "look, look, see them make a plan" and so on, which makes him walk on the edge of faith and disbelief and feel this painful happiness.

And when did Mu Xijun, who silently watched all this, suffer setbacks here?

In the past, don't ask him to hook his fingers, just to pick her eyebrows. She would immediately rush to her face and yearn for a little attention.

What the hell is going on?

Did she fall in love with Xingyu in these two months?

Thin lips close, peach blossom eyes a haze.

There was a Warcraft roaring angrily in muxijun's heart: this damn woman has been moved and lovelorn for only two months?

Several noble women swayed and offered to invite him to dance, but he politely refused.

He gently shook the goblet and tasted it without a mouthful, but his eyes were still staring at the noble, luxurious and gorgeous particle powder diamond Han dress. In the dance room, the dress floated one by one, like a cloud, a sea and a flower field, which was as beautiful as a fairy.