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The white-clad president sat at the table with his head propped up, playing with two delicate dice in his hands.

In front of her was a cup of tea, blue and blue, with floating moisture, apparently just poured for a short time.

On the table, there is a backgammon board, on which the chess pieces are intertwined, as if they have been fighting for a long time.

The president impatiently threw up the chess pieces in his hand, then grabbed them with one hand and looked at the person opposite: "Are you good at being sharp?" Dead Xiaojing. ”

Mo Xiaojing smiled slightly, raised his hand to move the chess pieces in the chessboard a few steps, ate the chess pieces of the president to the center of the chessboard, and then shook his head and lowered his head to take a sip of tea: "Why did the president say this, playing chess is originally a quiet and idle livelihood, how can you raise your hand and walk in a hurry?" ”

Ao Xuehua sneered, then flicked his hand, and the two dice rolled down in response, turned around a few times, stopped the numbers, and then raised his hand without thinking and walked around the chess pieces, and in an instant, Mo Xiaojing's battle was scattered, and then he looked at the opposite side defiantly: "The defeated subordinates will be less talented." ”

"Yes, yes." Mo Xiaojing nodded again and again, and did not shake the points, but squinted at the opposite side: "The outcome of this game is decided, can the meal money not be denied?" ”

Ao Xuehua smiled: "I said this three rounds ago, right?" ”

Mo Xiaojing saw that the girl agreed, and was about to drop the dice, but his expression suddenly changed.

"Friends at the end of summer." He looked at Ao Xuehua lightly, his expression was calm, and his black eyes were the bottomless night.

Ao Xuehua nodded lightly and sighed: "Xiao Jiu? ”

At this moment, Ye Qing's calm and cold voice slowly sounded.

"At the end of summer, all members of the Friends Society are convened."

Ao Xuehua gently pushed the table and stood up, looked down at the chessboard, and a golden leaf grass flew diagonally towards Mo Xiaojing: "I invited this meal, and I won't slack off later." “

Mo Xiaojing swept the golden leaf grass and smiled lightly: "Her Royal Highness doesn't believe in someone's character like this?" I still like that one very much. “

Ao Xuehua didn't pay attention to Mo Xiaojing's self-defense, and looked down at her toes: "That guy has always caused trouble, and he has always liked to carry everything by himself, if it is her summoning, I'm afraid we will all take half a life for her." “

Saying this, the eldest daughter of the emperor of Oss showed a hint of awe-inspiring in her smile: "If it were usual, I would naturally not doubt you, but at that time, an animal like you will only look at the place you want to see after all, and unfortunately Xiao Jiu has not yet stood in that place." “

Mo Xiaojing's expression changed slightly, he looked up into the distance, and then said faintly: "Your Royal Highness Princess, you are not qualified to ask me to do anything, and our positions do not coincide." “

Ao Xuehua was unmoved, but said: "I want you to promise." “

Mo Xiaojing hesitated for a long time, until the ripples as thin as cicada's wings rose in the elegant seat of the restaurant, and he showed a tired look and spoke: "Good." “

……

……

Icewind Dale, above the Ice Gorge.

Ye Qing looked at the wind and snow outside the cave with a faint expression, and counted the numbers in his heart.

When she counted to seventeen, ripples slowly rose.

This is the land sealed by Rodriguez, and it is extremely difficult to convey even a simple message to the outside world, let alone the transmission of the human body.

Even Ye Qing could feel that the slightest spatial fluctuation seemed to be trying to tear open the closed door with both hands.

But the next moment, His Royal Highness appeared indifferently in the wind and snow, and the girl's stunning face under the wide black hood was as white as paper.

Ziquan and Lan Che, who were only surrounded by a bath towel, looked at Qixia around them with complicated expressions, the panicked senior Zhou Xi, and the Ao Xuehua of An Zhiruosu, and the warm smile of Mo Xiaojing stood in the wind and snow, and Ge Sheng stood beside the Third Highness and looked at Ye Qing.

He did not see the enemy and did not find danger.

Beacon Theatre Princes.

Cry wolf.

But Ye Qing is not the arrogant son of heaven, nor is he an ignorant child.

So not seeing the enemy made Ge Sheng even more uneasy.

"What the hell is going on?"

Ge Sheng was the first to ask.

"I want to take on an army here." Ye Qing's face was pale, but his tone was firm and peaceful to the extreme.

"I want to sabotage the plans of a supreme being."

She spoke flatly, as if what she was asking for was not so unattainable delusion.

"I just don't have enough strength, so."

Ye Qing knelt down on one knee towards the eight friends in front of him, and buried his head deep in the snow.

"I borrow strength from you."

Ge Sheng's heart swelled as he watched the proud girl kneel down humbly, and he sighed, stepped out of the way, and no longer accepted the princess's great gift.

Ziquan was wrapped in a bath towel and exposed to the cold, her snow-white skin condensed into a thin layer of ice shell almost instantly, she stood barefoot in the snow, the cold spread along the veins, but the girl's standing posture did not waver in the slightest.

She just turned her head and looked at Ao Xuehua.

At the same time, Senior Zhou Xi looked at Qixia, Lan Che protected the bath towel with one hand, and stood quietly with Ge Sheng.

Ge Sheng looked at the scene in front of him and sighed secretly in his heart.

This is the Friends Club at the end of summer.

Ye Qing is the nominal president, but she has no binding force on all members.

Ge Sheng himself stayed by her side because of the bond between them, and was willing to accept all her unreasonable actions.

In addition, only Lan Che, as a nobleman surnamed Lan, has an innate duty of allegiance to the royal family surnamed Ye.

The position of the Third Highness only depends on personal likes and dislikes, Ziquan is now completely under the Ye Ye Academy, and in terms of specific actions, only Ao Xuehua as her direct leader can control her.

Senior Zhou Xu naturally unconditionally looked up to the Seven Summer Pavilion Masters, although his strength was purely an addition.

But Qixia, like Mo Xiaojing, is an existence that can easily occupy a place with just one own existence.

At the end of the summer, there were only ten people in the Friends Society, but if you want to strictly divide the position, it can be divided into five camps.

Now it seems that only Shi Feng, himself, and Lan Che are willing to stand behind Ye Qing, and the others have enough reasons to refuse Ye Qing's plea.

However, the first person to speak was Ao Xuehua.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was dressed in white like snow, opened her big coat and threw it to Ziquan, then looked at Lan Che, tilted her head and thought about it, grabbed a light and wide windbreaker from the void and threw it to the other party, and then looked at Xiao Jiu, who was kneeling down, and suddenly smiled.

"Xiao Jiu is so unconfident?"

Ye Qing lowered his head, didn't get up, and replied softly: "Sister Xue, I really didn't have it this time." ”

"Who is the enemy?" Ao Xuehua then asked.

Ye Qing closed his eyes and spoke clearly: "Rodriguez." ”

The wind and snow are silent.

Ao Xuehua covered her forehead heavily and looked back at Mo Xiaojing: "What am I talking about?" ”

Mo Xiaojing smiled faintly and spoke: "The cannon I made an appointment with tears will be finished, right?" ”

Ao Xuehua didn't put her forehead down, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

Qixia looked at the president of the funeral snow and carefully raised a hand: "I suggest that we withdraw first, it's all an addition anyway." ”

Zhou Xi looked at his boss and was grateful to Dade to the extreme: "What the boss said is very true. ”

Mo Xiaojing looked at Ao Xuehua with a smile and said, "It's not as simple as half a life, right, let's make a decision, president." ”

Ao Xuehua ignored Mo Xiaojing's taunt, walked forward quickly to Ye Qing's side, and then stretched out his hand to Ye Qing, who was kneeling.

"This kneeling of yours is enough to buy my life?"

The girl's long black hair hunted in the wind, and her words were as cold as frost.

She is the heir of the Ostonian Empire, and her status is several times more noble than Ye Qing.

Ye Qing said truthfully: "The difference between cloud and mud. ”

"Then stand up for me." Ao Xuehua said calmly.

Ye Qing nodded, then took Ao Xuehua's hand and stood up.

"You know what?" Ao Xuehua watched Ye Qing stand up, nodded with satisfaction, and then said: "The son of a daughter can't sit down, no matter how valuable the compensation is, no matter how deep the friendship, it is not worth me to help you this time." ”

Ye Qing sighed: "Sister Xue, do you really want to help me?" ”

Ao Xuehua patted her head silently, a little helpless.

"My father told you that if you live well or not, you will die in the end."

"Although our family has always been running on the road of death, it is precisely because of this that we have struggled out of death again and again."

Ao Xuehua said words that were incompatible, then turned around and spoke softly, with a firm tone.

"Xiao Jiu, this time, I helped, what about you?"