Saint Ann (27)
The streets of Qingcheng are very lively, people from various sects gather here, and today, it is the time when the resignation ceremony of the leader of the alliance is held.
People from various sects gathered in front of the Alliance Leader's Mansion, where there was a square that could accommodate many people. It's not that the place in the house is small, it's because there are too many people, and I'm afraid of bumping into someone, such as Miss Yang.
Qiyin was hidden among the many people, watching the people on the stage carry stools and chairs. And there are still officials in the field, so I am afraid that someone will cause trouble at this moment.
Xu Zi'an only grabbed her sleeve.
Twelve stood behind him with a few Demon Sect disciples, forming a circle to prevent others from offending their sect leader.
"Miss, my subordinates found out, it seems that there is a matter of changing the tanuki for the prince." Twelve said.
There are too many people in the field, and most of them have practiced internal skills. No matter how small they speak, they will be heard, so they can only speak in this implicit way.
What the twelve say, the seven tones are naturally clear.
Whether Miss Yang is true or not, only a few people will discuss it, and most people don't care whether she is true or not, as long as she can preside over this resignation ceremony!
But if Qiyin doesn't make trouble, is she still Qiyin?
"Miss, don't be nervous, the old slave will help you!" The housekeeper saw that his young lady had become so cowardly, and he was heartbroken and puzzled for a while.
The heartache is because I feel that Miss must have been hurt too deeply in the past six months, and the doubt is because Miss didn't look like this before, it's a kind of doubt for unknown reasons.
Miss Yang pinched her palms desperately, she had a deep uneasiness in her heart, and she always felt that this matter would not go too smoothly today. And when facing so many people, those eyes just stared at her, and they didn't feel glorious, but felt a burst of weakness in their hearts.
She knows better than anyone whether she is the real Miss Yang or not.
"Haven't you started yet?"
"It's coming, it's coming."
"Tsk, this Miss Yang is really a national beauty, and her name is well deserved!"
"Don't squeeze me!"
"Why are you in a hurry, it's not time yet, haven't you seen that the scene hasn't been set up yet?"
"Tsk, you're still glaring at me?"
"Don't argue, don't argue!"
After a quarter of an hour, the scene finally fell silent.
"Today is the day when the leader of the martial arts alliance steps down, but the leader of the alliance is seriously injured and cannot arrive at the scene. However, Miss Yang, the daughter of the alliance leader, is here, and she can also preside over one or two. Everyone knows that half a year ago, the Demon Sect hit the Martial Arts League hard, and the trouble it caused, I believe everyone knows about the bloody storm of that day......"
The person who spoke on the field was the Qingyun Sect Master, who was the most powerful in the various sects, and now he was forty or fifty years old, and he looked extremely hearty.
The audience listened with relish.
Qiyin only felt bored and wanted to sleep. There was a feeling of returning to school, where the principal started a tirade on stage, and the students in the audience listened drowsily.
There was a sudden weight on his shoulder, and Qiyin's death gaze looked over.
is undoubtedly a head, and it is Xu Zi'an's head.
Is this little green tea going to be promoted to a scheming?
I saw Xu Zi'an closing his eyes tightly, looking like he was sleeping soundly.
Qiyin was a little unhappy, so she suddenly shook her shoulders, and the startled other party woke up instantly.
"Sister, what's wrong?"
"It's not much, it's just that I feel unbalanced when I see you sleeping so soundly." It's that honest!
Xu Zi'an: ......
The people on the stage are still talking, and looking at his posture, I'm afraid it will take a long time to talk.
Someone in the audience had already started whispering.