Snatch?

But how is that possible? Xiaomo is a living person...... And how can it be snatched away?

When Xiaoshu reacted, he was taken aback by his own thoughts, and even more, a little surprised.

When will she ...... Have such a lot of possessiveness for Xiaomo?

"No, I don't."

"Nothing?" Xiaoshu, who was immersed in self-reflection, was startled by Zhimo's voice, as if he had discovered some secret, and suddenly panicked, so he asked reflexively, only to realize that he was not talking about himself.

"There are no beauties, only opponents." Zhimo glanced at Ling Shuang on the other side, his indifferent eyes were not shocked, and his tone was the same.

No beauty, only opponents?

The corners of Xiaoshu's mouth twitched, and she looked at Ling Shuang again, how beautiful she looked, she didn't know how to describe it, if she had to say it, that appearance and temperament, and she couldn't be jealous of being a woman, hmm...... Inviolable? That's it!

She will definitely not be able to do anything about such a beauty, for fear that she will be contaminated with dust and defile her holiness. However, Zhimo was unmoved? Don't you understand? Or does he not have the quality of pity for jade at all?

"Xiaomo, you won't be able to find a daughter-in-law in the future!" Thinking about the scene where he would cut down whoever he saw in the future, Xiaoshu suddenly felt a little frightened, and his tone was suddenly a little heavy.

But thinking of the scene when he grew up, married a wife and had children, she suddenly felt a little sour and melancholy in her heart.

Well, she should be afraid that she won't be able to wait for that time, so she is in a melancholy mood!

After all, he is only eleven now, and by that time, it is estimated that it will be several years, and she doesn't know how many more years she can accompany him......

"No, it won't." Zhimo said in a flat tone, not seeming to care.

"Huh?" Won't anything? Won't you find it? Still won't look for it?

Xiaoshu was puzzled, and was about to ask, but the referee over there had already announced the start of the game.

Zhimo still rushed forward quickly when he announced the beginning, holding a short knife and a dagger in his hands, one left and one right, respectively, with a cold cold light on the edge of the knife, and he was not a vegetarian at first glance.

Zhimo took advantage of his speed, relying on his flexible body style, wandering around Ling Shuang, and the weapon in his hand was specially picked up on the opponent's weak defensive areas and vital attacks, with tricky angles and sharp moves.

However, Zhimo did not get any favors, and the two collided together, sparks flew in the ring, and the crisp sound of weapons colliding was endless.

Ling Shuang is a sword-wielder, and she is also good at close combat, a three-foot long sword with cold air turns into thousands of afterimages in her hand, which is dazzling to see, and every attack of Zhimo can always allow her to dodge or block.

Her posture is elegant and calm, as if she is dancing, the picture is beautiful, sure enough, everything the beauty does is beautiful, and there are more cheers for Ling Shuang from the crowd in the audience.

Although there are also many female cultivators in the immortal cultivation world, they are young and beautiful, and their cultivation is good, especially those like Ling Shuang, which are still rare, and the most attention in the Yingjie ring are all young people with strong blood, so it is normal to be attracted by Ling Shuang......

Except for Zhimo, a half-grown child who only has an opponent in his eyes.

In the space, Xiao Shu, who was watching the fight between Zhimo and Ling Shuang, gradually fell into contemplation.

Recently, she has really been getting more and more wrong, and she always has some strange ideas...... She couldn't help but think of what Zhimo had just said.

- There are no beauties, only opponents.

When she heard this, she was a little happy in her heart!