Chapter 72: The person who is not good 4

There is no variegated sixteen horses in the white, and there are sixteen big men with a sturdy body and a sigh of relief.
Behind them, a 16-seat golden white sedan slowly came, there was no extra decoration on the sedan, only the golden white body, the white bottom was silver silk, golden mad The dragon is a gold thread, and it’s just like two things. It’s already expensive.
The silver gloves that I want to smash into the moon are already the treasures of Tianchen.
This compartment, actually used as a sedan, shows its luxury and financial wealth.
After the sixteen people carried the big sedan, they followed only a hundred people, but they saw one of them, and they were all strong.
The loud voice of praise rang in this side, Prince Edward Xuan Cheng and the left phase, has already straightened up his body immediately, and then swayed forward and greeted him.
"This prince on behalf of my emperor greeted the prince of the proud cloud, the prince came from afar, my emperor was very happy." Xuanyuan bearing a yellow robes, smiling and standing in the middle of the road.
It’s not too humble to be arrogant.
Sixteen rides stopped, standing apart and standing, and behind the sixteenth, the big sedan drove forward.
"Aoyun, Tianchen, a friendly state, do not need to be polite." The cold voice came, and the 16-segment lifted the car down, a porcelain white slender hand, slowly uncovering the curtain and walking down.
Haoyue suddenly looked sideways.
A long, long hair bundle with a long waist and a bunch of random draped behind him, the eyebrows fly into the shackles, the eyes under the sword eyebrows, the sky, what kind of eyes are this, the deep black with the blue of the sea, The cold can freeze everything, but the beautiful ones can't be opened.
The tall lips under the nose are blushing, faintly squinting, stunning and graceful.
A white robes in the moon, in the golden sunshine, with the slight scorn of the wind, lining him like a fairy in the moon, luxurious and extremely cold.
The eyebrows swept over, not belonging to the coldness of the human world, freezing everything in place.
Cold, not like the coldness of Xuanyuan, but a kind of cold, a kind of indifference that seems to be in the eyes of the world.
The kind of coldness that exudes and exhales, when people admire their appearance, they dare not think about it.
If Xuanyuan Che is a mixture of Rakshasa and Fairy, then the solitary night in front of you is the ice lotus in the snow, a demon charm, and an indifference.