"Dye'er, are you awake?"

Jun Chenyuan felt the soft little body in his arms gently arch in front of his chest, and the small hand holding his waist tightened, Jun Chenyuan chuckled lightly, and couldn't help but ask.

"Wake up."

Mo Ran replied in a muffled voice in front of Jun Chenyuan's chest, then raised his head and looked at Jun Chenyuan with a smile, and suddenly pounced over and gnawed on Jun Chenyuan's thin lips.

"Good morning, Chen Yuan."

Jun Chenyuan looked at the action of the ink dyeing funny, reached out and patted the soft buttocks * flesh of the ink dye, kneading it subconsciously, and secretly sighed that it felt so good.

"Where to pinch, rascal."

Mo Ran glared at Jun Chenyuan with a red face, but it was just a few symbolic pushes.

"Get up, the contest opens today."

Mo Ran patted Jun Chenyuan's chest, sat up, and got out of bed.

"What should I wear today?"

Ink dyeing is also rare to hesitate in front of the wardrobe, which is full of various dresses prepared by Jun Chenyuan for ink dyeing, which is really a little dazzling.

Originally, ink dyeing was not very picky about dressing, after all, in the previous life, it was good to have something to wear, although most of the time, he didn't wear clothes.

Mo Ran thought about himself at that time, and he really had a headache, he didn't have the heart to think about whether he was naked or something else in his previous life, but now that he thinks about it, he is still a little shy.

"Wear this."

Jun Chenyuan stood up from behind Mo Ran, took out a light red dress, and then motioned for Mo Ran to raise his arm and carefully put it on for her.

"Chen Yuan is really caring."

Mo Ran lowered his head and looked at Jun Chenyuan's focused and serious appearance, and once again, he sighed, his own man is really handsome.

Jun Chenyuan didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth were raised high, and he didn't deny Mo Dye's words.

"Come, sit down, I'll dye my hair."

Jun Chenyuan sat in front of the huge bronze mirror with ink dye, his knuckles shuttled between the ink-dyed hair, and after a while, a perfect and simple cloud bun was tied, Jun Chenyuan carefully matched the accessories, and put on a light makeup on the flawless little face of the ink.

"Chen Yuan, how can you do this?"

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan in the mirror and asked with some doubts.

"For you, I learned."

Jun Chenyuan pinched the tip of the ink dye nose funny, even if he looked at the ink dye for a long time, it was still so amazing.

The ink-dyed pale red cloud smoke shirt is embroidered with elegant epiphyllum flowers, and the yellow antique pattern double butterfly cloud-shaped thousand-water skirt is mopping the floor, and the mist veil of Bixia Luo peony is held. The clouds are ethereal, wearing a hollow orchid bead hairpin, the face is as charming as the moon, and the eyes are full of anticipation and seductiveness.

"My dye, it's beautiful."

Mo Ran followed the words and blushed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, afraid that it was just like that sentence.

The eyebrows are lightly swept and lightly applied, and the red lips are a little crazy.

"Chenyuan, let's get dressed quickly."

Mo Ran looked at Jun Chenyuan's half-naked chest, and his eyes rolled.

Jun Chenyuan chuckled, and took out a water-red robe, the hem of the skirt was embroidered with the same epiphany as the ink-dyed group, ethereal like a fairy, it seemed to have a little more demonic atmosphere than Jun Chenyuan's purple-gold robe in the past.

The phoenix eyes that were raised became more and more amorous.

"Chen Yuan, come and sit."

Mo Ran stood up, pressed Jun Chenyuan to the position where he was sitting, and grabbed Jun Chenyuan's hair, a little unsure of how to start.

"Dye Er wants to tie her hair for her husband?"

Jun Chenyuan couldn't help but chuckle when he looked at Mo Ran's embarrassed appearance.

"I can."

Mo Ran pursed his red lips, thought for a moment, and began to move.

Where will there be a bun of ink dyeing, just tie up half of Jun Chenyuan's hair by feeling and tie it with red silk

, just this simple bun, ink dyeing is also a bit of a mess.

"Alright."

Ink dyed and chuckled for a moment, looking very satisfied.

"Dye is great."

Jun Chenyuan also did not hesitate to praise himself, and successfully obtained an ink-dyed smile.

"That's, you don't want to see who your lady is, let's go."

Mo Ran's cheeks flushed, he took Jun Chenyuan's hand, and the two went out.

Of course, such a beautiful ink dye and the handsome Jun Chenyuan are destined to shock many people when they come out.

Mo Ran wore a pale red embroidered Luo shirt, a pearl white lake crepe skirt, and the skirt was embroidered with elegant epiphany.

On the melon-seed-shaped white and tender jade-like face, a pair of pear vortices were slightly flushed between the cheeks, and the rouge was lightly smeared, so that the cheeks were polished like a newly opened Qiong flower, white and red. The long black eyebrows, not like a painting, a pair of eyes that are looking forward to life, those seductive eyes, blue as ice, clear and mysterious, rippling with intoxicating charm.

The pale gold ribbon was curled, and the long black and flowing hair exuded a fairy-like temperament. Long hair and hanging waist, forehead and ears with a gold and red intarsia hanging bead hair chain, occasionally one or two disobedient beads hanging down, even added a real and illusory beauty, with a milky white jade bracelet at the wrist, the warm mutton fat white jade exudes an unspoken brilliance, and a simple outfit complements each other, with a thin silver necklace around the neck, faintly purple luster.

Under the reflection of the sun, the complexion is as bright as jade, like the crescent moon halo, like flowers and trees piling up snow, the ring posture is gorgeous, the instrument is quiet and leisurely, the tenderness is graceful, the language is charming, and the delicate and tactful time, the beauty is incomprehensible.

And the light of Jun Chenyuan, who was traveling with him, seemed to be dyed with ink, red clothes and black hair, clothes and hair were flowing elegantly, hair was slightly bundled, slightly fluttering, lined with figures, like a god descending into the world. His skin was faintly shiny and flowing, and his eyes flashed with a thousand kinds of glazed light.

Tall and elegant, wearing a water-red satin robe very similar to the ink dyeing, the robe is bordered with silver hollow hibiscus, and the hem of the shirt is also an elegant epiphany outlined with silver wire, which is vivid, and seems to faintly smell a faint fragrance.

In this way, the extraordinary figure of a gorgeous noble son is cleverly highlighted. The indifferent eyes seem to reveal a trace of tenderness and pampering only when they look at the ink dye, so restrictive, it is really affectionate.

Jun Chenyuan's chin was raised slightly, and his upward phoenix eyes exuded a dangerous light, and the galaxy was brilliant.

"This ...... Did you see the gods in broad daylight? ”

I don't know whose voice in the crowd slowly fell, but it almost said the hearts of most people.

They can't deny the beauty of ink dyeing, but now looking at the slightly modified ink dyeing, it is thrillingly beautiful.

"It's ink dyeing......."

"Yes, it's so beautiful, then the man next to her is just ......"

"What do they have to do with each other?"

Looking at Jun Chenyuan, who was handsome and handsome, many girls began to have hearts in their eyes, but when they saw the hands of the two of them clasping each other, they still muttered a few words unwillingly.

And many of the sons and daughters of the surrounding families had already made up for the idea of ink dyeing, but they were all hindered by the strength of ink dyeing, but they did not dare to step forward.

And these sons and brothers all think that they are very good, and they can be said to be among the best in the inner continent, but they can't help but feel ashamed of themselves when they see Jun Chenyuan.

And while being ashamed of himself, he couldn't help but be jealous of that god-like man, with a good skin and no strength background, how qualified to stand beside Mo Ran.

A woman as perfect as ink-dyed should be the only one around her.

And the girl's idea is the opposite of those teenagers.,Begin to be jealous of the beauty of the ink.,The strength of the ink.,And,The man of the ink.。

Of course, they understand that ink dyes like this

Excellent people have reached such heights that they can't envy.

"Why do I feel that the strength of ink dyeing is funny and stronger, you say?"

It seems that someone has noticed that the strength of ink dyeing is becoming more and more unpredictable, and they can't help but ask.

"Yes, it seems that it is stronger than the strength of the second level of the king, and it is also stronger than the previous breath."

The people around him began to talk about it, and they were surprised to see the ink dye's eyes, it's only been three days, three days, is the ink dye actually strong again?

Of course, these people's questions were quickly answered, as the dean stepped onto the high platform and began to speak.

"I believe everyone knows that the reward for the top of this year's Zhaobang Competition is the quota for going to the Central Region, so this year's competition is destined to be different from previous years, of course, the competition is mainly focused on the top 15 of the Zhaobang."

The dean cleared his throat and said slowly, and the people below began to boil when they heard the word Zhongyu, and everyone shouted, every year's Zhaobang Competition, in fact, only the top five Zhaobang are competing for, because everyone knows that they can't even enter the inner courtyard, let alone the leader of the Zhaobang Competition.

And they also understand that if they want to get the enviable place, the only way to improve their strength is to improve their strength, in the Spiritual Academy, without strength, everything is empty talk.

So no one has raised objections to this rule.

"Of course, this year's top five in the Zhaobang are still the most expected, but because of the promotion of the fifteenth ink dye student in the Zhao list, the college temporarily decided to focus the competition on the top five in the Zhao list and the six ink dye students."

The dean's voice fell, causing an uproar below, how the ink stained, they knew, but they were not convinced.

Especially the nine people in the top fourteen on the Zhao List, the second level of the king of the ink dyeing district, it was not enough for them to be afraid, so several people were very dissatisfied with the dean's decision.

Shangguan Huan stood aside, looking at the person who was in the center of the discussion with a gloomy face, but still had an indifferent ink stain, which was extremely disgusting.

It's also strange to say that people will always like a person inexplicably for some unknown reason, or dislike a person inexplicably.

"I object, the strength of the second-level Venerable of the Ink Dye District, she is not qualified enough."

It was a girl who spoke out, and the girl's figure was gentle and atmospheric, but she was aggressive.

The girl wore a lilac dress to the ground, and a butterfly danced among the flowers on her feet.

Dressed in blue tulle, it looks clear and transparent, both real and illusory. A white brocade belt around the waist looks fresh and elegant.

The eyebrows are like willow bends, the eyes are like lakes, the nose is small, high and straight, and the cherry lips are red without dotting. The skin is as white and tender as snow, and there is an elegant momentum in every gesture. The three-foot green silk on the head is black and shiny, and a wooden hairpin is obliquely suspended, the wooden hairpin is delicate but not luxurious, which complements this plain outfit.

This is Sen Tear, who is ranked ninth on the Zhao List, Sen Tear is unpredictable with her surprising poisonous skills, and her body often attracts countless butterflies, and her strength is the third level of the king.

"I'm against it too, she doesn't qualify."

Shangguan Huan stepped in horizontally, which made Su Ye frown unhappily.

"Shangguan Huan, you are even less qualified."

Shen Sheng frowned at the night, his pink eyes looked at Shangguan Huan with a sharp light, blocking back the words he was about to export.

Shangguan Huan pursed his lips and stopped talking, Shen Sheng, whether it was his background or strength, he couldn't afford to provoke him.

"I'm not done yet."

The dean stretched out his hand and motioned for everyone to stop arguing.

"Ink dyeing has something to say."

The dean looked at the ink with a smile, his eyes full of cunning and brightness.

Ink Dye said secretly, this old fox has seen it early in the morning.

Mo Ran was helpless, quietly patted the back of Jun Chenyuan's hand, and took a step forward.

"Disobedience to the war."