Huang Junye is indeed a little sulking, his own woman asked him to see other women? What is this called?

Originally, she was counting on Ye Xiyue to be jealous, but this is good, she was going to send herself out directly.

"Xiyue, if I have bad luck against the Ice Girl, will I die?"

"No, don't worry, the sword fighting conference is not a martial arts competition, the emphasis here is on the sword, not force, as long as you use your heart to bring out the power of the sword in your hand, success or failure, point to point."

Xiao Lan'er responded with a smile.

The draw began shortly.

Huo Shuang was the first to start the lottery, and after taking a look at his lot, the name on it was actually Xiao Lan'er!

When Xiao Lan'er learned that she was going to fight against Huo Shuang, her face turned dark, "What about Xiyue, it's Huo Shuang." ”

Huo Shuang has a rough temper and a stingy temperament, although she doesn't know her, but it can be seen from the three days in the sword mound that although Xiao Lan'er is usually playful, she is still young in the end, and she doesn't see or hear much, coupled with the education in her own family, she has developed a well-behaved temperament, which is indeed a loss against Huo Shuang.

"Your sword is no worse than hers, do as I say, and then calm down."

Xiao Lan'er's nervous hands were sweating.

The draws were carried out one after another, and soon it was Ye Xiyue's turn, she stood in front of the lottery pillar, stretched out her hand and naturally drew a lot, and the result was-

"Huh?" Ye Xiyue frowned, and her eyes were slightly confused.

Jin Mu stood beside her and looked sideways, "White sign!" ”

The audience suddenly boiled.

The only white stick, the white stick that went straight to the second round made Ye Xiyue smoke?

"Hahaha!!" The first one to laugh was Mu Feng, who had always been gentle and elegant, and he couldn't help laughing, which didn't seem to be quite consistent with his identity, but what everyone present wanted to do most at this time was also like him, laughing.

Mu Feng's smile was to congratulate Ye Xiyue, she was really happy.

But the laughter that others suppressed in their hearts was sarcasm.

A broken sword, even if it is embarrassing, it is actually lucky to draw a white lot?

Do you dare to be a little luckier?

Bing Wu sat on the chair and looked at Ye Xiyue on the stage with slightly squinted eyes, the white dress in the corset made her face white and her eyes clear, but it was this face that she didn't like.

Because Ye Xiyue stood beside the people who shouldn't be standing.

Ye Xiyue held the white stick and looked at Huang Junye, the man who seemed to have come out of the painting, was looking at her intently at the moment.

She tightened the white sign in her hand, and the most she heard was slander and contempt for her and her shuriken.

Indeed, this sword of hers is broken, which she can't change, what's wrong with it? If you break it, you can't participate?

Anyway, this is also a sword taken out of the sword mound, even if it is broken again, it can be called a sword.

She walked to Huang Junye's side, with a smile on the corner of her lips, at this moment, everyone saw a petite girl, standing in front of a beautiful man, the two looked at each other, but did not speak.

The man stretched out his hand and pinched the girl's cheek, "Good luck." ”

His voice is like the tinkling of spring water, crisp and pleasant, hitting people's hearts, like a heavenly sound.

Bing Wu looked at this dazzling scene, and a sneer crossed her eyes.

Hehe, what an irony!

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