"Smack!" Leng Zhao suddenly folded the wooden stick in his hand in half, his eyes narrowed fiercely, and his eyes looked at Jiujiu with great dissatisfaction.

Jiujiu spread his hands, with a look of "bad luck is not my fault", and then lazily walked to the seat and sat down, without the slightest sense of tension.

Leng Zhao stared at Jiujiu's back, and was directly angry, the other party was a demon sect, can't she be a little nervous?! This is simply not taking the honor of their Leng family to heart.

"Leng Jiujiu, although the other party is a Demon Sect, you also have to go into your full strength, you can't retreat, and you can't be timid! Remember, you're a cold family! Although Leng Zhao couldn't do anything about Jiujiu's attitude, he still explained it in her ear several times.

Jiujiu stared at the ring intently, seemingly intently watching the people on the stage play, but in fact, he was frantically spitting in his heart.

Can't hold back? Can't be timid? Because she is a Leng family?

Jiujiu's mind popped up three big question marks in a row, before she didn't know that Leng Zhao was not her father, but now that she already knows, how did she come up with the statement that she is a member of the Leng family?

Don't flinch or be timid, the Leng family is notoriously sinister, cunning and cowardly, okay! Don't you feel like you're slapping yourself in the face with such a statement?!

"Did you hear that?" Leng Zhao stared at Jiujiu for a long time, and found that she didn't intend to respond to him, so she had to continue to ask.

Jiujiu lazily raised one eye, nodded slowly, and said helplessly: "Well, I know." ”

Although Leng Zhao was very dissatisfied with Jiujiu's attitude, but the game was approaching, and he couldn't say anything more, so he had to let her go.

Nangong Mo Ze sat in the audience not far from Jiujiu, chuckling and playing with a jade pendant, he actually met Jiujiu in the semi-finals, was it lucky or unlucky?! In other words, this little girl is not anxious at all!

After another hour and a half, Jiujiu and Nangong heard the referee's call.

"No. 16 Nangong Moze and No. 45 Leng Jiujiu, please come to the stage."

Jiujiu and Nangong got up at the same time, and the two of them walked into the ring slowly in unison, even their steps were the same.

The remaining five strange people looked at the two of them worriedly in the audience, is this the rhythm of the fight? Why is the atmosphere so heavy!

When both of them stepped on the last step at the same time, the referee called to start.

"Young Master Nangong, I have really admired the name for a long time, and sure enough, it is the same as rumored, it is really graceful and talented!" Jiujiu looked at the other party's dark eyes playfully, but the words in his mouth were messy in the wind of Nangong Mozelei.

"Hehe, no matter where you are, no matter how graceful you are, you can't compare to Miss Leng's demonic talent." Nangong Mo Ze smiled dryly, and the corners of his mouth twitched indiscriminately.

I'm rubbing, is this little girl a little too playful?

The five strange people in the audience heard the conversation between the two, and they were also drunk. How did it become an entertainment show?!

"Oh, no matter how wicked the little girl is, where can she compare to the genius physique of the young master of Nangong?" Jiujiu still raised the corners of his mouth, and the cunning light in his eyes flashed one after another.

Nangong Mo Zemo ......

He wants to hold his forehead, this girl can't stop acting.

"What is the third lady of the Leng family doing?"

"It won't be afraid, after all, the young master of Nangong is more than one level higher than her."

"I also think she must be scared!"

"Oh, sure enough, the young master of Nangong is the most handsome!"

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