elder brother?
Birthday banquet?
Well, now there's an extra brother in the illusion.
Inside the main hall, many low tables were placed on both sides, and behind the tables sat many immortals in white robes.
Fen Jue Mingming was sitting next to her.
But no one dared to look at him.
The gazes of those white-robed immortals lingered on Gingerbread almost imperceptibly.
After the fairy in the blue dress left, she met the probing gazes of the group and gently touched Fen Jue's knee under the table with her small hand. "Why is no one looking at you?"
"They were all secretly looking at me, and their gazes were so strange that they made my skin crawl."
Fen Jue rested his elbows on the table, his palms supporting his chin, his phoenix eyes lazily sweeping over the group of people.
The person opposite hurriedly lowered their head to avoid it.
He chuckled softly before slowly replying:
"Because I'm on the tenth floor, and they're not even on the first floor, so naturally I don't dare to provoke them."
"Look how capable you are." Gingerbread wiggled its bottom and obediently sat in its seat.
As expected of the cultivation world.
Even the illusion knows to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Please sit down.
Maids carrying trays came in one after another.
The maid placed the delicacies on the table, poured the wine into the glasses, bowed slightly, and slowly withdrew.
Someone on the other side was grumbling in dissatisfaction.
"Why hasn't Immortal Lord Qinglian arrived yet?"
"Exactly, it's my own birthday celebration, why put on airs?"
"Hey, you all better keep quiet. He's just returned from the Bloodthirsty Hell and subdued the Demon Lord. He's currently highly regarded by the Emperor. Be careful what you say."
"Your own brother is sitting right across from you, do you have a death wish?"
"Hmph, I'm not afraid of them. Before I ascended, I was just a butcher brother who slaughtered pigs."
Gingerbread sat up straight, thinking to himself: These NPCs really dare to say anything.
really.
The NPC immortal lord had just finished speaking.
A person exuding an overwhelming aura walked in from outside the main hall.
This person was different from the other immortals in the hall who wore white robes; he was dressed in black, close-fitting clothes, and wearing cloud-climbing boots.
He strode in with the imposing presence of a dragon and the powerful stride, and went straight to sit on the throne.
His eyebrows and eyes were rugged.
He doesn't look like a celestial being; he looks like a demonic cultivator.
Then consider his title, Qinglian (Pure Lotus), which feels completely out of place.
After taking his seat, Immortal Lord Qinglian cast a long, enigmatic glance at one person and said with a forced smile, "Cang Dai."
The immortal lord who had just spoken ill of them immediately put on a dramatic act, respectfully replying, "Immortal Lord, what is it?"
The narrow, dark eyes of the Immortal Lord Qinglian at the head of the table flashed with amusement. "Just now, as I was about to enter the main hall, I heard the word 'butcher.' I wonder who you all are referring to?"
"Absolutely not!"
The man's face turned pale instantly, and he stood up, cupping his hands in apology.
"Immortal Lord, you may have misheard. We are researching monsters like rabbits and foxes."
He nervously wiped the sweat from his forehead as he spoke.
The other immortal lords curled their lip and looked at Cang Dai with disdain, as if they were scolding him for being useless.
"Very good." Immortal Lord Qinglian snorted coldly, then clapped his hands twice with an air of dominance. "The birthday banquet begins."
Dozens of fairies moved gracefully with lotus-like steps.
They gracefully danced into the hall.
The ribbons fluttered with the dance, carrying a refreshing fragrance.
Gingerbread also raised his glass, brought it to his lips, and a hand reached out from the side.
"Don't drink it," Fen Jue said calmly.
"What's wrong?" Gingerbread froze, looking suspiciously at the liquid in the glass. "Is this wine poisoned?"
"no."
With his slender fingers, Fen Jue pinched the rim of the wine glass and deftly snatched it from her hand.
"Forgot you're a lightweight? You get drunk and act crazy, it's better not to drink at all."
"All right."
Gingerbread touched the tip of its nose shyly.
That's right, we can't let important matters get in the way.
She glanced at the food on the table, picked up the red spiritual fruit, and began to eat it in small bites.
Just then.
A shadow fell over me.
She looked up and saw the Immortal Lord Qinglian standing before her.
"Well......"
Immortal Lord Qinglian frowned slightly, his face grim. "Have you done what I asked you to do?"
Gingerbread paused slightly, put down the spiritual fruit in her hand, wondering what Immortal Lord Qinglian had asked her to do, and quickly replied, "Of course I've done it."
Immortal Lord Qinglian stared at her with a mixture of belief and doubt.
This made Gingerbread very nervous.
Was there something wrong with her answer?
“Actually, I…” She was about to say something to make amends when Qinglian Immortal Lord’s icy expression softened slightly. “It’s all settled now. Come to my room after the banquet.”
“Okay,” Gingerbread readily agreed.
Immortal Lord Qinglian went to the opposite side to drink and socialize.
Gingerbread, munching on a spirit fruit, asked, "Little Jue, why is Immortal Lord Qinglian acting like he can't even see you?"
“My strength surpasses that of these people in the illusion. As long as I don’t reveal myself, I’m just a character unrelated to the plot in their eyes.” Fen Jue explained calmly, always showing great patience with Gingerbread.
"Got it, in their eyes you're an NPC too!"
"Enpiss?" Fenjue raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion.
"Nothing, nothing." Gingerbread suppressed a laugh, finished eating the spiritual fruit, and delicately wiped her mouth. "Why do you think Immortal Lord Qinglian asked me to go to his room?"
"Could he be the final boss of this illusion?"
After spending a lot of time with gingerbread, I can understand some of the strange words used by Fenjue.
"You'll understand once you go there."
Burning didn't say anything more.
Gingerbread has compiled information based on the limited information available so far.
The illusion they entered was similar to the divine realm after ascension. This group of people were all immortal lords of the divine realm, and his elder brother, Immortal Lord Qinglian, was very powerful. He had captured a very powerful demon and was rewarded by the emperor, so this birthday banquet was held.
As the banquet was drawing to a close.
Two celestial servants entered from outside the door.
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