Third Prince Long Rikong

Green Hill is vast and boundless, fantastical and mysterious, with magnificent scenery as beautiful as a poem or a painting.

Hua Qiang, Long Mo'er, and the others strolled leisurely, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the way and savoring this rare moment of tranquility.

A gentle breeze caressed the air, carrying delicate floral scents that were intoxicating.

As they continued forward, a pavilion shrouded in mist appeared ahead.

From a distance, the pavilion seemed to float in the clouds, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.

As we got closer, we saw that a large crowd had gathered around the pavilion, creating a lively scene.

These people came from various races, most of whom were Beast Transformation. They had different appearances, but all of them were filled with excitement and agitation.

Shouts and laughter rose and fell within the pavilion, a unique symphony of sounds mingling together with playful banter and sighs.

The scene resembled a spectacular target-shooting performance, surrounded by an enthusiastic audience who were drawn to the lively atmosphere and stopped to watch.

Long Mo'er's gaze swept across the crowd, and suddenly, her eyes fixed on a certain spot, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She turned to Hua Qiang and said, "Brother Qiang, look, that's the Third Prince and his group. I wonder what they're doing there?"

Just then, the Third Prince, Long Rikong, seemed to notice Long Mo'er's gaze and turned his eyes toward them.

A meaningful smile immediately appeared on his face, a smile that seemed to conceal some unknown thoughts.

He whispered a few words to one of the guards beside him, and the guard immediately obeyed, rushing towards Long Mo'er's carriage like a black lightning bolt.

The guard stopped in front of the carriage, bowed slightly, and said in a respectful yet authoritative tone, "Ninth Princess, the Third Prince requests your presence!"

Ao Shanshan didn't care who the newcomer was; her gaze was completely drawn to the lively and joyful scene in the crowd ahead.

His eyes sparkled with excitement, and his heart seemed to have already flown over there.

She held Hua Qiang's hand tightly and tugged at her sister Ao Miaomiao's sleeve, her voice filled with anticipation and excitement.

"Eldest Brother, big sister, let's go take a look! Let's see what's going on in there. Maybe there's something fun to play with!"

Looking at Ao Shanshan's anxious expression, and then at Hua Qiang, Long Mo'er smiled helplessly and said, "The Fifth Prince invites us. Shall we go over and say hello?"

Hua Qiang nodded slightly, revealing a sense of composure and calmness.

The guard who came to invite Long Mo'er had a slight glint in his eye when he saw that Long Mo'er was actually asking Hua Qiang for his opinion. His expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to normal.

He bowed respectfully again, then led Long Mo'er and her entourage toward the bustling pavilion ahead.

As they approached the pavilion, the sounds inside grew clearer, and the lively atmosphere seemed to draw them in with an invisible force.

The guards led Long Mo'er and the others to the pavilion, and then hurried over to the side of the Third Prince, Long Rikong.

He leaned down slightly and whispered a few words in his ear.

The sound was extremely soft, as if afraid of being overheard by others; one could only vaguely see the guard's lips opening and closing rapidly.

The Third Prince of the Yuan Dynasty still maintained that gentle and elegant smile on his face, like the warm sunshine in spring, making people feel approachable and warm.

However, as the guard's words reached his ears, the smile, like a withered flower blown by a cold wind, slowly faded, replaced by a gloomy expression.

The sky was like the calm before a storm, thick with dark clouds, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze like a cold, sharp blade, and slowly swept over Hua Qiang.

His gaze was filled with hostility, and there was a hint of barely suppressed anger, as if Hua Qiang had done something unforgivable.

Long Mo'er keenly noticed the change in Long Rikong's expression, and a feeling of unease welled up in her heart, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping her heart.

At this moment, everyone was already in the bustling pavilion, with countless eyes watching them. She could only brace herself and pretend to be calm as she walked towards Long Rikong.

As she approached, Long Mo'er slightly bowed, her voice clear yet carrying a hint of distance. "Ninth Sister greets Third Brother."

Long Rikong's fake smile instantly reappeared on his face, but it looked particularly unnatural against his gloomy expression.

"Ninth Sister, there's no need for such formalities. Third Brother didn't know you were coming, otherwise Third Brother would have come to your residence to pick you up."

Long Rikong's voice carried a hint of feigned enthusiasm, as if he was deliberately creating a friendly atmosphere.

Long Mo'er was extremely resistant to Long Rikong's words, but she still mustered her spirits, and forced a smile.

"Third Brother is joking."

"Mo'er has friends with her, so naturally she brought them along to see the excitement and broaden their horizons."

"A friend, is that right?"

Long Rikong repeated the sentence indifferently, his eyes first glancing casually at Ao Miaomiao and Ao Shanshan, then turning his gaze back to Hua Qiang, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction and even a touch of disdain.

"Are these people all your friends? May I ask how I should address this young man?"

What is his relationship with Ninth Sister?

Hua Qiang gave Long Rikong a cold look, not wanting to pay him any attention.

Then he took a liking to the crowd, which seemed to be far more attractive than Long Rikong.

In his view, Long Rikong's sarcastic, hypocritical, affected, and indirect manner was truly disgusting.

He didn't even have the desire to burp someone like that.

A huge stone table was surrounded by people, all intently playing dice.

Hua Qiang raised an eyebrow slightly, a strange smile appearing on his face.

In his opinion, the people here all possessed great magical powers, yet they were playing this seemingly ordinary dice game, which was rather boring.

He thought to himself that unless everyone sealed their magic and gambled like ordinary people, this game would be no challenge at all.

However, the next moment, he keenly sensed something was amiss.

Surprisingly, Array of Forbidden Arts has been set up here!

All those who participate in dice games have their magical powers completely bound, and can only play the game in the way ordinary people do.

Hua Qiang thought to himself, "This is interesting."

"Eldest Brother."

Ao Shanshan grabbed Hua Qiang's hand and exclaimed urgently, "They're gambling on dice, let's join in and win some pocket money!"

Looking at the overjoyed little one, Hua Qiang was a bit speechless, but he also became somewhat interested.

The saying goes, "A little gambling is harmless, but excessive gambling is harmful." But what harm might it cause if you don't know you've entered into gambling?