"Duanmu Prince!"

Seeing Duanmuyu turn around and leave, Lin Qing can't wait any longer.

This banquet was originally dominated by Duanmu feathers, who came together to suppress leaf dust. Now that Duanmu feathers are gone, he has no reason to stay.

Put Su Linchuan, who is still in coma, on his shoulder. Lin Qing stared at Ye Dun, but did not speak, and chased him tightly.

"Are you not leaving yet?"

Duanmu Jing glanced at Zhang Ye and let Zhang Ye's eyes chill slightly. He sneered: "The traitors dare to be so arrogant. If you meet me on the platform of the Imperial battle in the future, I will go...