A gentle word made the tense atmosphere in the hall melt like the snow under the scorching sun. He Qihuan suddenly turned around, but saw a girl turning out from behind the screen. Her outfit was very simple, with a moon-white dress, outlining her graceful figure. Her jade face was not powdered but was particularly delicate. Her long hair, like clouds, was simply braided into braids and naturally hung around her graceful waist.

"Uncle Master!" It turned out that several young men in white clothes, who were as hostile as snow, bowed and looked respectful when they saw the visitor. The White Clothing Castle has its own rules, that is, whether men or women in the castle, they will be called male, for example, this girl is not called "Uncle Master", but is called "Uncle Master".

When He Qihuan saw the girl's big eyes, he immediately remembered the naughty girl when she first came into contact with the White House Castle. He also quickly stood up and saluted respectfully: "Hello Miss Tang."

Tang Haiqing looked at He Qihuan and smiled, "Please sit down!" Then she raised her face to the young people in the corridor and said, "Don't retreat yet!"

Although the writer was dissatisfied with his heart, he still creaked his teeth when he saw He Qihuan's teeth creaked, but he still stepped back as he said. Seeing this, He Qihuan thought that White-Clothed Castle is indeed a famous family and that the discipline is really strict.

After everyone stepped back, Tang Haiqing looked at He Qihuan, but suddenly showed some little women's appearance and said with a giggle: "Listen to Tang Tianliang, do you want to chase Sister Xiaoxue?"

He Qihuan touched his nose and smiled apologized: "It's not that I want to chase you, it's that I must chase you!" He was still full of confidence.

"Haha," Tang Haiqing put down the black hair on her forehead with her snow-white right hand, chuckled, and looked at He Qihuan with admiration: "You are so brave, you are so timid!"

Because of the actions just now, He Qihuan suddenly noticed Tang Haiqing's left arm and found that the sleeves on the left arm of the girl in white were empty.

He Qihuan opened his eyes wide and said in surprise: "Girl..."

Tang Haiqing noticed He Qihuan's gaze and a surprised look, but she still seemed nothing and said softly: "Walking by the river often, there is no way to get wet your shoes. A real man doesn't think that corpse is the most generous." The girl chuckled, with big eyes clearly distinguished from black and white, looking at her empty sleeves and blinking at He Qihuan. It seemed that she had not broken her arms, but just a broken hair.

He Qihuan didn't know what to say for a moment, and he looked at Tang Haiqing's empty left sleeve again, deeply impressed by Tang Haiqing's heroic spirit.

For a moment, the hall fell into a subtle silence. It was Tang Haiqing who broke the silence first. She looked at He Qihuan curiously and asked, "Are you familiar with Miss Xiaoxue?"

"This..." He Qihuan was about to scratch his head again. He secretly complained to the two old people in his heart that he must keep his name incognito, but now he doesn't dare to say who he is, so how can he pursue his girlfriend? Since he can't say that he is Xiaoxue's classmate, how can he say how he knows Xiaoxue? Lies? The other party is Xiaoxue's family!

So He Qihuan turned his eyes and asked, "Does Miss Tang believe in love at first sight?"

Tang Haiqing smiled, covered her red lips with her little hand as moist as jade, and said with a chuckling, "I only believe in childhood sweethearts." Her words were very firm, as if they were pointing out.

He Qihuan smiled and said, "Then I believe in love at first sight and childhood sweethearts. Anyway, I will definitely chase Xiaoxue." His eyes straightened his back.

Tang Haiqing looked at He Qihuan steadily, looking at the young man in a common clothes, and felt the other party's passion and firm pursuit of emotions. She couldn't help but feel good about him. She was both interesting for him and was also curious for not covering up her pursuit. The girl's beautiful eyes were a little joking, a little admiring, and a little confused, as if she remembered something about her.

"Didn't Tang Tianliang tell you three standards for them?" After a while, Tang Haiqing asked with a smile.

He Qihuan said solemnly: "What I think about is whether to pursue or not, not whether to be afraid or not. Besides, I have always believed that feelings certainly require a certain material basis, which is what people often say, but whether there is spiritual interaction or emotional tacit understanding is more important. Xiaoxue is not an ordinary person, nor am I! We will not be limited by secular conditions." He Qihuan made a decisive approach.

Tang Haiqing listened quietly, and the big eyes of Shui Lingling blinked. The jokes inside were getting less and less, the colors of praise were getting more and more, and there was a hint of surprise, surprised that this seemingly ordinary boy could say such words.

"I doubt it," Tang Haiqing paused, "You guy is an emotional liar! Otherwise, there are so many sets of things, and there are still one set of theories after another." Tang Haiqing stared at He Qihuan tightly to see how he answered.

He Qihuan smiled and touched his nose and honestly explained: "I am not a liar. I am a cultural person! Of course I understand theory."

"Haha..." Tang Haiqing suddenly laughed crisply, and her laughter was as melodious as the cries of an oriole.

"What's the matter? Sister Qing is so happy!" A question came from behind the sandalwood screen in the hall. With the faint and calm words, Tang Xiao and others walked over from behind.

"Brother Tang!" He Qihuan saw it and quickly stood up to salute. He always admired Tang Xiao. Tang Xiao's style remained the same, with his sword-browed eyebrows, his eyes as lightning, and a calm but firm smile on his lips. Standing there was like a big tree that was not afraid of wind and rain.

"Brother He, sit, sit." Tang Xiao greeted with a smile. Behind him were Tang Tianliang who was standing respectfully and Tang Yi who looked at He Qihuan coldly. Tang Yi was emitting the coldness of ice and the murderous aura of swords. His eyes swept over He Qihuan, and he ignored him like air, and looked at the high sky and the white clouds indifferently.

"My sister Qing, why are you so happy?" Tang Xiao asked Tang Haiqing again with interest, quickly and inadvertently glanced at Tang Haiqing's empty left arm, with deep pain and gentleness hidden in her eyes.

When Tang Haiqing saw Tang Xiao coming, she stood up lightly. Her people suddenly became more agile and beautiful. Her tender cheeks seemed to shine brightly like moonlight. The gaze of her looking at Tang Xiao was full of tenderness that could not be resolved. Tang Haiqing took a step forward, stretched out her slender jade hand very naturally, carefully tidied up her slightly scattered belt for Tang Xiao, and then she smiled and said with a hint: "This little brother just called himself a cultural person!"

"Cultural people?" Hearing this, Tang Xiao and others also looked at He Qihuan with interest. He Qihuan was seen at this moment—

A dark and dull face, without the majesty and elegance of Bao Gong, only the helplessness after being weathered. Although there are no wrinkles, it is full of silence. His black wrinkled samurai robe and a little stain. He has a wooden stick on each shoulder and a pair of one on his waist. Obviously, the broken corner of the wooden stick is still new...

He Qihuan looks like this. If he is a hard worker who carries firewood, everyone will definitely nod, think it is very right and very consistent with the image, but if he is a cultural person...

Tang Haiqing still covered her mouth, but her eyes became more and more like crescent moons; Tang Tianliang bent his body, and his shoulders trembled violently; Tang Yi's face, with an indifferent face, also became rich, but this colorful one was gloomy and hot...

He Qihuan knew it was terrible, and he wanted to beat his chest and stamp his feet and blame Senior Wuchen. His mask was made too much. On the one hand, it was made very delicate and delicate. It was impossible to tell that he was wearing a mask on his face (besides, the wind and rain have made his neck and other areas dark, which is really suitable for this mask). But with such good craftsmanship, why not make it more beautiful, such as beautiful eyebrows and eyes to deceive the hearts of a beautiful lady. Perhaps the old monk was just trying to make himself ugly so that he could be farther away from his red lips and no "debt".

He didn't mention He Qihuan and kept complaining about Wuchen.

Besides, when Tang Xiao saw He Qihuan, a "cultural person", he laughed heartily. It was strange that Tang Xiao's laughter was just a smile (this is a bit nonsense), and there was no other meaning. His smile was like the sunlight that dispelled the strange anger in the hall, but it made people feel refreshed, just like the clouds clearing and sunrise...

He Qihuan laughed too.

The scene just now made the atmosphere in the hall a little harmonious. Everyone laughed and the host and the host took their seats. Tang Xiao reiterated the invitation to fight monsters to He Qihuan again, but kindly reminded him: "Brother He, I want to explain to you in advance that fighting a seventh-level monster is very dangerous. You must be careful and you can think carefully before you can determine whether to accept our invitation." His eyes inadvertently glanced at the empty sleeves on Tang Haiqing's left.

The wind lifted Tang Haiqing's long black hair, and her snow-white clothes floated slowly in the wind. The empty left sleeve seemed particularly frightening. But Tang Haiqing still sat dignifiedly, with a quiet look. She looked at Tang Xiao and chuckled: "Senior brother, don't be afraid of Qing'er being sad. Tell Brother He about what happened last time, so that he can truly understand the danger of fighting a seventh-level monster."

Tang Xiao's face, which had been calm and calm, had an excited expression. He took a deep breath and preached lightly...

Nebula Forest has eighteen layers of mountains, each of which is the territory where first-level monsters are active. Generally, monsters will not cross this natural boundary without special circumstances. Although the warriors are strange, they also think that this is the fate of nature.

On the thirteenth and fourteenth floors are the territory where the seventh-level monsters are active. This type of monster is usually mainly individually active, and often only one monster is as big as a few large mountains. In a valley, the vigorous branches of ancient trees stretch out like dragons, and each old tree is as thick as a bucket. Thick old vines are like snakes lingering around the ancient trees. Here, Tang Xiao and the others encountered a seventh-level monster bear, and their thick body was like a small hill.

Although the demon bear's defense is a bit stronger, it is fatal to be lacking in flexibility, and it is large and easy to catch. So Tang Xiao and the others used this demon bear as the target of catching it.

That time, all five of them were at the level of war, namely:

Tang Xiao: Junior general level 2.

Tang Haiqing: Just advanced to the junior general.

Tang Long: The high-level position of the junior general.

Tang Qiuhong: The middle section of the junior general level 1.

Tang Yong: The middle section of the junior general level 1.
Chapter completed!