And the Mo Xiaojing fan group in the stands booed the president for the first time: "How can you fight without a sword."

"Oh."

On the contrary, Mo Xiaojing responded to the president's request seriously, he suddenly stood still, smiled in the face of Yue Renge's slashing attack, and said slowly: "Senior, I'm going to make a move."

In the next moment, the audience fell silent for a moment.

Because the sword stopped.

The long sword that used to be in Yue Renge's hand, like a dragon board cruising smartly, was still in front of Mo Xiaojing at the moment.

Naturally, it is not that Yue Renge wants it to stop, but that it has to stop.

Fingers caught the spine of the sword.

It was a slender finger like ice jade, and Mo Xiaojing only used two fingers to let the long sword stop in his hand.

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The audience boiled after the silence, and the cheers almost tore off the icy roofs.

Ge Sheng Ye Qing glanced at each other, and saw the same thing as himself in the other party's eyes: "Thousand Tribulations!"

If it weren't for a thousand eons, who would have such exquisite judgment and execution?

If it weren't for a thousand eons, who could have such perfect agility and strength.

Yue Renge condensed the sword, and tried his best to pull the long sword out of Mo Xiaojing's hand, and under his full strength, Mo Xiaojing gradually began to lose control.

Even if it is a thousand tribulations, it is difficult to suppress the opponent's martial arts with just two fingers when the original level is similar.

So a magical scene appeared, Mo Xiaojing was like a fluttering paper man, sticking to the tip of the sword, and the person followed the sword without leaving at all.

At this moment, Yue Renge was complaining bitterly in his heart, and in the eyes of outsiders, he seemed to be completely effortless. But in fact, under Mo Xiaojing's deliberate restraint, this ordinary steel long sword weighed more than a thousand catties.

At this moment, there was a burning pain on the Yue Ren singer, and a barbecue-like burnt paste appeared, almost subconsciously, Yue Ren Ge withdrew his sword and jumped back, directly leaving Mo Xiaojing's attack range.

And Mo Xiaojing smiled and threw the long sword he snatched from his hand off the stage.

I saw that the long sword was thrown off the ice, and immediately a large white mist rose up, as if it was a soldering iron that had been burned red in the charcoal fire.

In fact, it is.

While Fang Cai Mo Xiaojing reached out to hold the sword, his fingers infused the sword with the element of fire.

It was pure fire-based energy, and when it was thrown into the sword, the steel longsword instantly reddened.

No matter how big Yue Renge is, he will definitely not hold such a red-hot soldering iron again.

The two are finally on the same starting line again.

Then Yue Renge stood opposite, calmly spread his hands, and then turned around, raising his right hand high.

Yue Renge admits defeat.

This is the standard gesture of concedence.

Yue Renge admits defeat on his own?

When there is no sign of defeat at all, he abstains and admits defeat?

Almost everyone present couldn't believe it!

Although reluctant, but after all, the most basic facts cannot be distorted, and Ao Xuehua's final commentary voice sounded: "Yue Renge abstained and admitted defeat, and Mo Xiaojing won."

"Thank you seniors for your concessions." Mo Xiaojing said with a faint smile on the stage.

He always smiled like that, starting and ending with the same smile.

As if careless about everything, a lazy smile always gives people great warmth and comfort.

And at this moment, after completing such an amazing reversal, this smile naturally multiplied the lethality of the girls in the stands.

"What to concede or not to concede." Yue Renge laughed loudly, without the slightest regret: "If I lose my sword first, I will definitely not be able to turn the situation back like you, if I can't beat it, I can't beat it, the student president is really the student president, the sad night president, the president of Yu Nian, plus you, you are worthy of being a genius among geniuses, and the more someone is willing to bow down."

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An hour later, the second floor of the leaf tower.

"Ahh I didn't expect that today is still green silk lotus root jasper soup. Ao Xuehua smiled with seven points of surprise and three points of satisfaction.

"Not so much today." Ye Qing picked up the soup spoon with a smile: "Obviously, it's been good these days." ”

It was noon at the moment, and all the members of the Friends Club won the morning game.

Although in a sense, the lineup of the three giants and one team leader, such a result is a matter of course, after all, except for Mo Xiaojing's battle is slightly difficult, the others are just pre-selected.

But Ye Qing still asked everyone to come to the dinner.

Of course, we can also think of it this way – this kind of dinner is by far the best activity that the Friends Club has to offer.

"I didn't expect it to be jasper soup." Mo Xiaojing smiled, but there was something else in his smile.

However, the sharp-eyed Ye Qing saw at a glance that the president was holding the chopsticks in his left hand, and immediately asked quickly: "Hey, Xiaojing." ”

Originally, it was just an unintentional sentence, because Ye Qing used the title of Xiaojing: "Let me take a look at your right hand." ”

"If you want to see it, I'll show you, wouldn't that be very shameless." Mo Xiaojing said with a smile, saying this, he stretched out his right hand in front of the Third Highness, and said, "Senior sister, there is nothing, right?" ”

His Royal Highness looked at Mo Xiaojing's right hand calmly.

It's a burn.

After being blocked by Mo Xiaojing's vision with his body and palms, the right hand that appeared in front of the three halls, the two fingers of the middle of the food seemed to be **** by the flames, and the skin and muscles were deeply sunken, and it was scorched black.

This is the inevitable result, with those two fingers as the medium to throw the element of flame, the unprotected fingers will naturally suffer the most direct burns.

It's just that at that time, no one found this in Mo Xiaojing, who was talking and laughing freely.

Under such a burn, he said plain and elegant words without changing his color, and he could only say that Mo Xiaojing deserved to be Mo Xiaojing.

His Royal Highness looked at his fingers intently, his fiery red eyes as clear as a deep pool of flames.

And then.

Everyone present saw something they would never have hoped to see in this life.

A beautiful girl with short red and shiny hair, and naturally leans forward.

He opened his plain lips and quietly took the two injured fingers in his mouth.

Everyone present at that moment had the feeling that they were going crazy.

"Burn to burn, burn to burn, must burn them." Zhou Hui, who was the most injured, muttered in pain.

It was like a pair of siblings with excellent affection, the elder brother showed the younger sister the broken finger, and the younger sister lovingly and heartily sucked the elder brother's finger to help stop the bleeding.

It is obviously an extremely warm and touching scene, but there is an irreversible deviation because of the difference in people.

Who would have thought that His Royal Highness, who was usually speechless, heartless and expressionless, would make such a move without warning.

I'm afraid that even the extremely ambiguous term "ambiguous" can't summarize the scene at this time.

So although in this scene, whether it is the stunning Third Highness of the Alluring City or the gentle Mo Xiaojing, it can be regarded as a first-class match.

But in their eyes, there is still an indescribable weirdness.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that there was only a moment, when the Third Highness opened his mouth again and released his fingers, everyone woke up like a dream.

Ao Xuehua was the first to rush forward, hugged the Third Highness, took the stunning girl who was still Mu Mu behind her, and said with an unkind face: "Hey, Mo Xiaojing, what have you done to my senior sister?"

"yes!" Qixia smiled: "If you don't explain it clearly, this scene will be posted tomorrow & amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; lt; Scarlet Diary & amp; amp; amp; amp; amp; gt; of the headlines. ”

"Although I didn't have time to record it with shadow yarn, I and Senior Zhou Xi."

Qixia confirmed: "They are all good at sketching. ”

Mo Xiaojing didn't speak, he quietly withdrew his right hand to check, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as Fang Cai's touch.

His Royal Highness's mouth was warm and soft, but it was not moist, so after it was withdrawn, there was not a drop of saliva.

This is not the most surprising, the most critical thing is that Fang Cai's wound has disappeared.

It was a burn from the flames, and it had been more than an hour, and then in a few breaths, it had healed completely.

It's like carrion is being reborn, as if time has gone backwards.

Mo Xiaojing smiled to himself, raised his head and said calmly: "Fang Cai, it's a little secret between me and my senior sister, right?" Senpai. ”

The look on the face of the Third Highness has not changed at all from the beginning.

If you look into it, even when she makes that action, her expression is still like water.

At this moment, when the girl heard this, she quietly lowered her smooth head and answered, "En."

Then she stretched out her finger and lightly pointed at the table, and a bowl of green silk lotus root jasper soup disappeared out of thin air, and then appeared in her hand.

The red-haired girl whispered quietly.

"Let's drink porridge together,"

As if in a pleading tone.

"Okay?"

(End of chapter)