Yang Jianming's eyes looked at Wen Jun and said confusedly: "Doctor Wen, my wife's illness seems to be getting worse and worse?" ”

Wen Jun happened to get off the donkey, and pretended to mutter: "Master Yang Shao, do you remember what I told you a few days ago?" Miss Zhuge can't be stimulated anymore. It is not wise for you to do this today, and it will do no harm to her illness. ”

Yang Jianming spread his hands, frowned, his face turned blue, and he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Then what should I do?" He's my wife, and I can't ignore him like this, right? ”

He could barely control himself anymore, and it seemed as if he was about to collapse.

Everyone was moved, saying these words for him that would never leave and be sincere, and also for his helpless but painful face.

There is only one exception, and that is Zhuge Qingyao.

She seemed to be an outsider, as if everything that was happening in front of her had nothing to do with her. She leaned against Wen Jun's side, her expression was indifferent and disdainful, and her eyes were as innocent and bright as a child, but with an indescribable melancholy.

Is her heart dead, or is her blood cold?

No, not at all!

If you are a woman, you will find that if you are really in love with a man, then even if there are other men who are ten times stronger than him, you will still love him with all your heart.

Love is indeed a wonderful thing, and it cannot be forced or pretended.

Zhuge Qingyao can't force himself to love Yang Jianming, nor can he pretend that he doesn't love Wen Jun!

Except for Wen Jun and Zhuge Qingyao, only Zhou Xiaolei knows about the whole thing. Her eyes moved back and forth between Yang Jianming and Zhuge Qingyao, and her big watery eyes were full of pity, as if she was sorry for their troubled marriage.

She got up, walked up to Yang Jianming, and said, "Master Yang Shao, you still recognize me, right?" ”

Although his eyes were full of sadness, Yang Jianming still waved at her, nodded very gracefully, and said, "Captain Zhou, this is the third time we have met." ”

Zhou Xiaolei pursed her lips and smiled lightly: "If Miss Zhuge is with me temporarily, I wonder if Yang Shao is at ease?" ”

Looking at Zhuge Qingyao, who was arrogant and indifferent like a snow lotus on an iceberg, Yang Jianming's heart was like a knife. He took a deep breath, held back his sadness, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, "It's okay, it's just to disturb Captain Zhou." ”

Zhou Xiaolei smiled and comforted: "Head Yang Shao, don't worry, I won't let Miss Zhuge lose a single hair." ”

Yang Jianming thanked him again, turned around and staggered away. He only felt that his head was empty, and his whole person was empty, and his feet were stepping on the hard ground, as if he were stepping on a pile of cotton.

Looking at Yang Jianming's staggering back, Wen Jun's heart was very confused, and he didn't know whether it was right or wrong for him to do this.

Zhou Xiaolei smiled at Zhuge Qingyao and said, "Have you eaten well?" ”

Zhuge Qingyao nodded silently.

Zhou Xiaolei stepped forward and took her arm, turned back to Murong Wenyao's mother and daughter, and said, "Auntie, let's go to my lounge and sit together for a while." ”

Wiping his lips with a tissue, Murong Wenyao responded, "Okay." ”

Seeing that Wen Jun also came over, Zhou Xiaolei joked: "The four of us women want to talk for a while, what are you a big man doing with you?" ”

Wen Jun looked at Zhuge Qingyao and said, "I...... I ......"

Zhou Xiaolei said angrily: "Don't worry, I won't do anything to your junior sister." ”

After the four women left, Murong Pei said, "Xiaojun, should we also go and talk for a while?" ”

Wen Jun glanced at him angrily and scolded: "Second brother, why are you getting more and more thirty-eight?" Aren't you tired? My big brother and I have two more games in the afternoon. With that, he walked away quickly.

Murong Pei touched his head, frowned, and said, "Big brother, what's the situation?" ”

Qin He pointed his finger at Murong Pei's head and sighed, "Xiao Jun's heart is already chaotic enough, so don't block him anymore." ”

Murong Pei said depressedly: "Did I block him?" ”

Qin He shook his head helplessly, pulled his sleeve, and said, "Let's go, let's rest." ”

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the martial arts competition began.

At this time, the strength of the players is getting closer and closer, and the competition is getting more and more exciting. The martial arts hall was overcrowded, the audience's mood was getting higher and higher, and the fighters' fighting spirit was getting hotter and hotter. Even the air smelled of burning, as if a little spark could explode it.

Zhuge Feiyang's loud and calm voice echoed through the microphone over the martial arts hall again: "...... In the third group, Qin He vs. Yang Yule, and in the fourth group, Wen Jun vs. Yang Junming. ”

As soon as the list of participants was announced, Yue on the referee's bench became happy: "Hehe, wonderful, wonderful." 'Yang Jiajian' and 'Qin Wumen' fought in advance. How are the two heads in the mood? ”

Yang Shanyue had an old face, glanced at Qin Haoran who was separated by two seats from the corner of his eye, and said, "Master Qin, what do you say?" ”

Yang Yule and Yang Junming are both nephews of Yang Shanyue who have not come out of the five suits, and they are definitely the best in the "Yang Family Sword", which is like a cloud.

Yang Shanyue deliberately observed the game between Wen Jun and Qin He in the morning. In his opinion, the martial arts of Yang Yule and Qin He should be between the two of them, who wins and who loses, depends on their respective on-the-spot performances. But he couldn't see through Wen Jun's depth, and it made him feel like a cloud and mountain fog cover.

Qin Haoran said indifferently: "It's a mule or a horse, you have to pull it out for a walk." ”

Yang Junming is a rookie who has emerged in the past two years of "Yang Jiajian", he is about 20 years old, he is handsome, slender, and he can't see the edge and domineering at all.

Compared with Yang Junming, Yang Yule looks majestic, domineering and exposed, his eyes are open and closed, and the two are in stark contrast.

"Hmph, no matter what 'Qin Wumen' is the young master, I will defeat you." He didn't recognize Qin He's status as a seed player at all, and he had long held his breath in his heart. He has to let everyone know that he is eligible to be seeded.

Qin He clasped his hands into fists and said, "Please advise." ”

Yang Yule said impatiently: "I don't talk to you, someone between you and me must fall, take it!" With a low shout, he stretched his figure, appeared in the sky above Qin He across a distance of several meters, and slapped him in the air.

This palm is like thunder, as if it has rolled up the clouds in the sky, it is the peerless "thunder palm" of the "Yang Family Sword".

Qin He was not frightened, and jumped up to meet him.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the two of them flew away.

"Phantom of the Clouds!"

Yang Yule's "Running Thunder Palm" can be described as superb, only to see his figure disappear in place in an instant, when he reappeared, he had already arrived next to Qin He, and then the figure was like a ghost, like a void cloud, constantly walking around him, and the trace was elusive.