Strange middle-aged man

  Qian Yu Xian looked around for a while but couldn't find anyone to talk to, finally getting impatient. He turned to Yan Yi and saw that Yan Yi was staring at him, thinking he had something dirty on his face. He reached out to touch it, but there was nothing... Then why is this dead abdominal black looking at me?

  Yan Yimo's eyes gazed at Qianyu Xian's puzzled expression, her thin lips curling up:

  "What's wrong with you? Have fallen in love with me?"

  Senya would definitely spit water at the shameless and sinister demon if she were drinking now! Senya disdainfully curled her lips, "Even if I'm the only man left in the world, I still wouldn't fall in love with you!"

  A gentle breeze blew over the fine, long hair covering his smooth forehead and his exquisite white jade-like eyebrows, and the dense, slender eyelashes above them sparkled as they were blown by the wind.

  "Am I the only guy left? Then I'd better choose carefully, or else I'll end up choosing you?"

  Qian Yu Xian Qi jumped up, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reminding herself that she must not talk to this dead belly black, otherwise one day she would be suffocated by him!

  Yan Yi's eyes were filled with an inexplicable emotion as she gazed at Qian Yu Xian who was taking deep breaths.

  Suddenly, a voice echoed in the sky once again, "Yi'er... come here, and bring that woman with you."

  This time Qian Yu Xian listened clearly, her heart racing, biting her lip, slowly opening her bright and watery eyes, softly gasping for air, her head slowly lifting up to look around, damn it, still no one! Is someone playing a trick on me?!

  Qian Yu Xian glared at Yan Yi, "Who's speaking? You must know!"

  Her lips slightly curled up, her smile could capture people's souls at any time, like a bright silver lotus.

  "Want to know? Then follow me."

  Yan Yicai turned around and walked in one direction, Qian Yu Xian stood still for a moment, hesitating, but followed him anyway.

  Qianyu Xian followed behind Yan Yi with a puzzled expression, arriving at a palace gate. Qianyu Xian pointed to the gate and asked Yan Yi in confusion:

  "Is this...the imperial palace?"

  Yan Yi's eyes gazed at Qian Yu Xian, his thin lips curled up, while Qian Yu Xian looked at Yan Yi with an inexplicable chill. This guy was always smiling, what was there to smile about?

  Yan Yi walked into the palace gate, Qian Yu Xian followed behind him. After entering the palace gate, it was a large hall. Qian Yu Xian followed Yan Yi and walked on the path of the large hall. Qian Yu Xian saw that at the end of the path in the center of the large hall, there was an ancient emperor's throne chair. A middle-aged man wearing black clothes with his hair covering one side of his face lay on it, eyes tightly closed.

  Suddenly, a scene flashed through Qianyu Xian's mind. In the scene, the middle-aged man who was now lying on the chair was with her in a place that looked familiar but she had never been to before. They were looking at the round moon on the horizon and talking about something.

  Nothing is strange, what's strange is her on the screen, her body transparent as if floating, even can see the scenery behind her through her body.

  In an instant, the scene on the screen scared Qian Yu Xian, Qian Yu Xian took a deep breath, and suspiciously sized up the middle-aged man. Yan Yi stopped three feet away from the middle-aged man and stood upright, staring straight at the middle-aged man lying on the chair:

  Yi'er is here.

  The middle-aged man lying on the chair opened his eyes, and his icy gaze shot towards Qian Yu Xian, but he was talking to Yan Yi:

  "Here?"

  Yan Yi's eyes stared straight at the middle-aged man, his white clothes blown up by the cool breeze, without saying a word.

  Qian Yu Xian was looked at with cold eyes by the middle-aged man, and she felt a little frightened. She bit her rose-like red lips and lowered her head, trying to ignore his gaze.

  The middle-aged man stared straight at Qianyu Xian and asked, "No internal energy?"

  Qian Yu Xian raised her head doubtfully and pointed at herself, was she talking about me?

  Yan Yi's eyes were doting as she gazed at Qian Yu Xian, her thin lips slightly upturned:

  "She is Qianyu Xian, the legitimate daughter of the Thousand Kings' Manor in Tianqi Country."

  Qianyu Xian politely waved at the middle-aged man and dryly chuckled, "Hehe...hello."

  A middle-aged man withdrew his gaze and looked at Yan Yi, saying something that Qian Yu Xian couldn't understand, "I'll try it out, won't you feel heartache, Yier?"

  His thin lips slightly curled up, the cool breeze blew across his forehead's extraordinary white jade-like hair, a white robe fluttering in the wind, his deep and unfathomable dark eyes gazed at the bewildered Qian Yu Xian, reflecting Qian Yu Xian's appearance.

  "Yi'er was also wondering why she suddenly knew how to use lightness skill and play the flute."

  Qian Yu Xian looked at this old and young conversation with doubt, what's going on? It seemed to be talking about me, but I couldn't understand it at all!