In the morning, when he got up to go to class, he kept complaining loudly behind his back, complaining that he was cold-hearted and cold-faced, and refused to skip class for a few days to accompany him.

I came here with instructions, but it was actually just for the upcoming House Tournament. Xiao Yu knew that he naturally couldn't be as casual as those ordinary students.

At that time, he was naturally cold-faced and drifted away, refusing to accept his sudden rogue-like complaints.

However, when he was left out, would he complain? Will you be angry and never come back?

Mourning, in the end, I thought about it, guessed and guessed, but I still couldn't let him go.

A person, no matter how calm and assertive she usually is, when she is upset, all the reasons for reason and reason are no match for a willing.

This feeling, when you think about it, is really, really sad, and very hateful.

Raising a small face with a yellow human skin mask, Xiao Yu walked forward in a panic.

Under the feet, the monotonous and crisp sound of feet was carried far away by the wind on the lonely wooden corridor.

With a "brush" sound, suddenly, a green shadow rushed towards Xiao Yu's front door.

Carrying the spirit dance steps, Xiao Yu's posture was elegant and he subconsciously withdrew two steps back without pause.

The legs are moving, and the hands are not idle.

Xiao Yu didn't think about it at all, as soon as he pulled out the Chixiao Sword hanging from his waist, he slashed towards the touch of green that was shaking in front of him.

The green shook smartly, and changed the number of ways, like a snake, and went straight to Xiao Yu's right arm.

With a slight swing of his waist, Xiao Yu first avoided that little bit of battle intent, and then the long sword shot out and slashed straight behind the red pillar!

"Ouch, I'm just trying to test your adaptability, Yu'er won't be so ruthless, she would be worried about murdering her husband, right?"

A red-clad figure flipped out from behind the pillars.

Nangong Ping held a soft and long willow branch in his hand, laughed loudly, and said exaggeratedly to Xiao Yu.

"Phew! Whose husband are you?! Xiao Yujiao snorted, but still refused to stop in her hand.

As soon as the sword was drawn, she raised her sword again and tapped it towards Nangong Ping's left hand that was carrying the branch.

Nangong Ping was still smiling and waving a branch to block:

"Mmmm, Yu'er, is it possible, is it wrong for this king? At all, this king is not your husband, he was originally an adulterer?! ”

"A flim thief!" Xiao Yu couldn't help but feel a little angry, and the sword in his hand was even more wielded: "Let you deceive me, let you deceive me!" ”

It's all the women who are really angry, and it's the most difficult to deal with.

In particular, this is a woman with good skills and high force value.

This way, I have been worried for a long time, and my mood is already very bad.

It's just that no one can help to get rid of it, and I am partial, and I meet this guy's flammy mouth and laugh.

Phew! Is this girl such an unbearable person?!

Is this girl a person who is bullied?!

It's just nonsense for others, why even you come here to bully me!

Several aggrieved thoughts flashed in Xiao Yu's heart, and they all converged into a monstrous anger.

Manifested in his hand, the Chixiao Sword in Xiao Yu's palm, with one move, made it more and more fierce and fierce.

Seeing that she was really angry, Nangong Ping, who was not far away, felt it very sincerely: