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Ling Feng clenched his fists and stared at Su Luo with cold eyes, with anger and a hint of admiration in his eyes. How noble is His Royal Highness the King of Jin? And what kind of talent is outstanding? The current ancestor of the Su Mansion is only a fifth-order powerhouse, but His Royal Highness the King of Jin of their family is only eighteen years old, but he is already a sixth-order! His Royal Highness the King of Jin has suffered a trace of grievance since he was a child? Now he has been beaten by someone! This waste wood girl who has no spiritual power is really arrogant! Nangong Liuyun's slender index finger slowly rubbed the cheek that was being pumped, and those cold eyes like an eagle falcon were arrogant and cold, glowing with a demonic light. His eyes were dark and strange, smooth as a mirror, unusually cold, unfathomable, and looked at her with a deep and seductive look. It's a little hairy to be seen by his eyes. A trace of panic flashed in Su Luo's heart for a while, but he quickly calmed down, held his head high, and met his gaze without showing weakness. Suddenly, on Nangong Liuyun's frightening handsome face, the corners of his mouth slowly hooked, and a smile bloomed, like an epiphany in full bloom, bewitching and gorgeous. "Pap-papa-papa-" The crisp applause sounded one after another, and Nangong Liuyun pulled Su Luo with a pair of beautiful hands, making her fall into her arms. "Girl, your self-confidence really makes you know what to do. Should this king applaud your bravery or laugh at your stupidity?" Nangong Liuyun's evil and enchanting eyes seemed to carry a trace of helplessness, "Do you know that in this empire, it is a capital crime to take the initiative to attack a strong person above the fifth order? You have already been sentenced to death, understand?" "What words? She is not allowed to resist after being kissed? What kind of law is this? How can it be specifically aimed at the powerful and powerful? Nangong Liuyun seemed to understand her unspoken words, and smiled faintly: "In this world where martial arts are respected, a big fist is the last word. It's not fair, isn't it? But who calls you a waste? Su Luo clenched his fists, very unwilling. Nangong Liuyun gave her a vivid practical lesson, which made her deeply understand that only fists have the right to speak in this world. Nangong Liuyun's eyes narrowed slightly, and the demon looked Su Luo up and down weirdly, and then touched her little hand and moved her little head. "What are you doing?" Under the moonlight, Nangong Liuyun's beautiful eyes as black as ink seemed to be covered with a faint layer of mystery, he suddenly stood up, grabbed Su Luo's hand, and said charmingly: "Let's go, take you to a place." "Where are you going?" Su Luo looked at him with some puzzlement. At this moment, his pupils seemed to be shining with a brilliant luster, and there was a faint flow of excited light and shadow. It seemed as if all of a sudden, the doubts were explained. "Test the Temple. "Nangong Liuyun has a few strands of green silk on the smooth forehead, the perfect arc of the chin is clearly defined, the voice is charming, and the momentum is compelling, which cannot be refused. "What are you going to do in the Test Temple?" this Su Luo still knew, it was because on that day, when she got the results of the talent test in the Test Temple, her life changed drastically. "What do you think, what else can the test temple do?" Nangong Liuyun suddenly chuckled softly, his voice was warm and lazy, and it was extremely good, even more obvious in the silent night sky. "But isn't it possible to enter the test temple only on the first day of the new year every month?" Nangong Liuyun chuckled playfully, poked her smooth forehead, and her voice was lazy and evil, "Silly girl, you have to get used to it, some people are born with privileged treatment, such as this king." ”