Chapter 91: Spiritual Power Conference (Part 1)
Qin Lieyan loosened his grip, clasped his hands behind him, leaned against the wall, and looked at her, "Is this how you treat your benefactor?"
Long Qing's eyes flickered slightly, so you're also a benefactor?
You really hold grudges. Qin Lie Yan's mouth corners rose slightly, seemingly in a good mood, and after a pause asked: How is that little guy doing?
He won't die. Long Qingyue threw down three words in a bad mood, turned around and left, Qin Lieyan hurriedly followed up behind her, hey, what did you do to him?
As Qin Lieyan's left hand reached forward, Long Qingyue's body suddenly turned, her five fingers transformed into claws, and she swiftly grasped Qin Lieyan's left shoulder. Qin Lieyan seemed to be unguarded, his body falling backward, with a force so great that it was astonishing, Long Qingyue was dragged along, pouncing into his arms.
Long Qingyue was startled and wanted to withdraw her hand, but saw that his long white fingers had already clasped onto her wrist, no matter how hard she tried to pull away.
Bang... Qin Lie Yan fell to the ground behind him, then rolled over and suddenly became Long Qing Yue below him, with him on top.
My fiancée, you're so eager to rush over here, it's really touching, but I'm not quite ready yet. Qin Lieyan blinked his eyes, seemingly a bit shy.
Long Qingyue's face turned red with rage, and she cursed, "Damn it!"
She kicked her long legs upwards, aiming at Qin Lie's back. Qin Lie clamped his legs together, neutralizing Long Qingyue's attack and leaving her so frustrated that she gritted her teeth in anger.
Although his words were light and teasing, his eyes were clear and bright, without a hint of frivolity. Long Qingyue knew he was just joking with himself, but why did he have to joke with her?
At this moment, a voice echoed in the quiet garden, "Long Qingyu's voice, Xiao Yue, Xiao Yue, where are you?"
Qin Lieyan heard the sound, let go of his hand, patted the dust on his body, and stood up.
Long Qingyue immediately got up too, and before leaving, she didn't forget to kick him heavily one more time.
The boring banquet hadn't ended yet, but Long Qingyue had already returned home early. She was certain of one thing: Qin Lieyang and Shen Ce were both high-level dangerous individuals.
The next day, Long Qingyu rushed to the Red Sleeve Pavilion early in the morning. Today, he was dressed in a handsome cyan robe, his black hair tied high up, with a silver long sword on his back. His beautiful face looked particularly elegant and refreshing in the golden morning light.
Xiao Yue, are you ready? The Spiritual Power Conference is about to begin, we need to hurry up and get to the scene early.
Brother, I'm ready. Long Qingyue opened the door, still wearing a simple and elegant white dress today, with a simple hair bun, giving people a fresh and elegant feeling, like a white lotus that is not stained by dust.
This time, the Spiritual Power Conference has more than a dozen participants from Qinglong Country, including Long Qingyu, Nangong Yun, Zhong Rui, Wu Jiaojiao and Zuo Wanpeng. Long Qingyue did not meet the age requirement of fifteen years old, and besides, she wasn't interested anyway.
The Spiritual Power Conference was held in the martial arts arena of the Qinglong Imperial Palace. When Long Qingyue and Long Qingyu arrived, the entire arena was already packed with people, a hubbub of noise.
On the opposite viewing platform, there are seats for the royal families of the four countries: Qinglong, Zhuque, Baihu and Xuanwu.
Four-colored flags fluttering in the air, loud bugle sounds rising, every face filled with excited anticipation, hoping to show off one's skills and make a name for oneself across the four nations.
Long Qingyue followed Long Lie to the viewing platform and sat in the chair behind him, only to feel a gaze on herself. She looked up to see Qin Lieyan smiling at her with a mischievous grin. She rolled her eyes and turned away, not wanting to bother with him.
