The Emperor Descending the Heavens

At the moment of the festive atmosphere in Wujia Mansion, Wujiacheng ushered in two mysterious strongmen, one male and one female.

The man, like a gifted lady, looks like a person with a folding fan in his hand, dressed in white.

The woman's looks are stunning. A purple gauze skirt dances with the wind. Her exquisite figure is looming in the wind, and a smile is enough to attract the country.

The two men successively entered the Wujia Restaurant in Wujiafang City.

"My son, do you know what you want to eat?"

Watching the guests come, the restaurant buddies rushed forward to entertain.

"Give me a small pot of pot, then cook a few more dishes!"

The young man in white holding a folding fan, while shaking the folding fan in his hand, instructed the restaurant buddies, but his keen eyes swept across the lobby of the restaurant during this period.

Soon, his gaze was fixed on the woman of the purple gauze, his gaze narrowed a little, and there was a glance in his eyes.

But the purple yarn woman seemed to have a sense of generality, looked up at him and smiled at him, looking very deep.

"Dude, give me a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and add some green talent and sliced ​​meat!"

The woman in purple yarn immediately praised the restaurant buddies who were still standing beside the white youth.

"Good girl, please wait!"

The restaurant guy heard the words and responded quickly, then quickly walked towards the chef.

And the young man in white looked at the woman in purple yarn, and suddenly folded the folding fan in his hand, got up and walked towards her, while the other party drank the tea in the cup elegantly.

"This girl is polite, I don't know how to call it?"

The young man in white came to the woman in purple yarn and asked politely.

The woman in Zisha heard the words, slowly lowered the tea cup in her hand, raised her head slightly, and looked at the other side slightly, and then smiled again, two dimples appeared on her face.

"Where's this son, whoever asks for his name when he comes up?" She replied awkwardly.

"Excuse me, girl, can I sit here?" Upon hearing this, the young man in white quickly asked politely again, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

"Sit down ..."

This time, the woman in Zisha signaled to him, and the young man in white immediately sat down, but their eyes were intertwined.

a long time……

"If the little girl reads correctly, the son should be the wishful fairy king of the human heaven!" Said the woman with a smile.

As soon as this remark was made, the young man in white shook his heart slightly, but on the surface it pretended to be a calm smile: "Girls have good eyesight, so they don't know ..."

"My name is Zi Yao, from the Honghuang Wanzu Alliance, the same intention as your Excellency!" The woman in the purple yarn interrupted the temptation of the youth in white and directly explained the intention.

As soon as her words came out, the white youth's gaze was slightly stunned.

But soon he recovered, and still smiled.

"It turned out to be Ziyao girl, so disrespectful and disrespectful!"

"Oh ..." The woman in Zisha chuckled and asked, "Why, it's been so many days, and your family heaven has found the Temple of Heaven?"

"Oh ... do you think, if there is any whereabouts, would you still sit here and chat with you?" The young man in white laughed, and the woman in purple yarn fell into a deep thought.

After thinking about it, she smiled and said to him, "That's not as good as you and me, how do you think?"

"Haha ..."

The young man in white heard the words, and immediately laughed loudly, looked at the other with great interest, and then laughed: "Cooperation? A little interesting ... Do you think that our tribal heaven court will cooperate with the people of your ethnic alliance?"