"It's okay." A hoarse, deep voice sounded overhead.

The two literary soldiers suddenly crashed into those swirling black eyes.

Under the thick eyelashes, these black eyes are dotted with stars, bright and extraordinary, and a pair of eyes with an affectionate effect, on that indifferent and handsome face, people feel an ascetic atmosphere.

Without any possibility of struggling, the two literary soldiers fell into those eyes at once.

This guy is so handsome!

When the two literary soldiers were in a daze, someone had already run over to help up the tilted iron frame.

An Yunshan stretched out his forearm, and on the white and smooth forearm, two shocking bruises lay there!

When the two literary soldiers saw it, they immediately came to their senses.

One of the round-faced and cute literary soldiers was a little flustered, "Y-Are you okay?" ”

"It's fine." An Yunshan had already lowered his arms, seeing that they were fine, he didn't want to delay any longer.

Seeing Cui Dali and others at the door, she walked over there.

Another literary soldier with a beautiful melon seed face hurriedly stepped forward and said to her back: "Wait a minute, I'll give you some medicine, it hurts too much." ”

An Yunshan turned his head slightly, and the perfect side face crit made the heart of the literary soldier skip a beat.

"No need, a little injury." With that, she took another step on her long legs and left.

It wasn't until An Yunshan's back disappeared at the door of the hall that the two literary soldiers retracted their gaze.

In addition to the initial shock, I couldn't help but recall those swirling eyes in my mind.

The name of the beautiful melon-faced literary soldier is Zhou Xiaoyi, she stretched out her hand to stop a soldier and asked, "May I ask, which squad was that person from just now, and what is his name?" ”

The soldiers who were stopped saw that it was the flower of the art troupe, and their tones softened a lot.

"Those people are all scouting in a row, and I don't know what they are called."

Zhou Xiaoyi looked at the direction of the entrance of the hall, nodded, and thanked him.

Another round-faced and cute girl is called Wen Shanshan, who is second only to Zhou Xiaoyi in the art troupe, although she is cute, her cuteness has reached a level, which makes people feel very good-looking.

The two of them had a collaboration in this performance, so they were rehearsing, and they didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing.

Wen Shanshan patted her chest, although she was far away from the iron frame, she still felt terrible.

With a slight brilliance in her eyes, she said, "It turned out to be the top class led by Yan Lian Chang!" ”

There was some surprise and some admiration in the tone.

However, neither of them said much, and simply chatted about the performance and left.

On the other side, Wei Xianxing glanced at An Yunshan's arm and asked, "Are you okay?" I'll give you some medicine for bruises. ”

After the confrontation during the day, the relationship between the two seemed to be getting better, and Wei Xianxing felt that if An Yunshan was a sparring partner in the future, the two of them could make progress together!

"I'll do it myself." An Yunshan said.

She is not iron-beaten, how can she not be in pain, but this pain is not enough to make her frown, if there is medicine, there is naturally no need to wronged herself.

After applying the medicine at night, the slightest chill on my arms was much more comfortable.

At night, An Yunshan went to the pond after practicing the internal refining law as usual, and now there is more and more dirt discharged, which means that her physique will get better and better, and when she waits for next winter, she will soak directly in the pond, and she will not have a fever and cold.

After wiping in the pond, An Yunshan put on his clothes and prepared to go back, and when he turned around, he saw Yan Jingxun coming.

She frowned, from the bottom of her heart, she didn't want to meet this person, and she didn't want to be alone with two people!