Old Ancestor, He Was a Wolf Fire

"Iliad, when did you come back?" The delicate-looking girl wore a pink and tender gown with reasonable jewellery.

"Not long ago." The girl who answered her is much more simple. A peacock blue slim dress outlines the girl's figure vividly, and the matching jewelry is also simple.

The girl in the pink dress had a hint of contempt in her eyes, but she still had a standard smile on her face: "I was surprised when I learned that you were sent to another galaxy by the Duke of Manitoba. It really scared me to death. ."

The expression on Iliad’s face was a little dazed: "Huh? Oh, you said that..."

A group of girls talked in low voices, with decent aristocratic smiles on their faces. The surrounding dignitaries looked at the girls with a little smile on their faces.

"That kid is from Manitoba? I heard that he had participated in the competition with His Royal Highness before?" The old Duke glanced at the girls who were talking not far away.

The nobles of the same age next to each other began to talk.

Gu Qianjun's white dress made the ice-carved face even more ethereal. The temperament of the body makes people look very good at first glance, and some are indescribably elegant and gentle.

Reinhardt stood beside him, still in the same uniform of the Marshal, standing there with a cold face, with great power. Leng Li's gaze only slightly changes when he touches the person next to him.

After Iliad had dealt with the group of nobles and ladies, when standing on the balcony of the air outlet, what he saw was the famous cold noodle marshal, holding a plate of small cakes that did not fit his identity.

Some of the trances on his face had a hideous and distorted joy.

I'm back, I'm really back. This is not a dream, unexpectedly, unexpectedly...

Iliad, who had some madness in his eyes, fixed his gaze on Prince Carey who was not far away. There was obvious excitement and greed in those eyes, and he wanted to eat the prince into his belly.

Carey shuddered when someone not far away was talking, and the people beside him hurriedly stepped forward with concern and asked if he was uncomfortable.

Carey shook his head and smiled restrainedly and politely: "It's okay, maybe it's just a bit cold." As he said, he looked around with his eyes.

When he saw Reinhardt, his gaze paused slightly. When Reinhardt looked back, he quickly looked away casually, pretending not to look.

Gu Qianjun's slender eyebrows were picked up, and Reinhardt, who handed him a plate of small cakes, had no expression on his face: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Gu Qianjun, who skewed a piece of cake and threw it into his mouth, looked a little carelessly: "I just saw a more interesting thing."

Seeing that Gu Qianjun didn't want to say much, Reinhardt didn't continue to ask, still orderly choosing food for Gu Qianjun.

"Do you think I've gained weight recently?" Gu Qianjun swallowed the little cake in his mouth and stretched out his hand to squeeze his waist and abdomen: "I always feel that I have eaten too much recently, and I am a little fatter."

Reinhardt touched Gu Qianjun's long hair: "No, Qianjun is just right in shape, not fat at all."