Thankfully, the negativity didn't last long.

She first saw the little boy who had been beaten and cried by his father in the crowd. He emerged from the crowd and approached her, and looked at her adoringly, his little face flushed with excitement, just like the low weeping he had just done. Sara Hunt bent his index and middle fingers and nodded at his eyes, and asked, "Did you see that just now?" Grab your dagger and rush forward like I did! The little boy nodded heavily and grinned at her, and she smiled brightly in return.

When she walked around the battle platform to the exit of the martial arts training ground, the middle-aged man who was fighting against her had already sat up, he covered his head and shouted at her, "Miss Hunt, I didn't recognize you!" You're amazing! My name is Charonke! She nodded at him and gave him a thumbs up of her right hand.

As soon as she took the stage, she found out that her opponent didn't know her, so she didn't intend to embarrass him too much. It was only when he threw the dagger that she said that she didn't know how to fight, which made her a little annoyed, so she decided to give him a little color to see. Judging from the momentum, the man who called himself Charonke was probably a small commander in the Legion of the Two Gods, and he was not bad. But for a man of this level, it will not be difficult for Sha Luo Hunt to fight two at the same time. What if it's three? She asked herself. Then I should find a wall or a tree with her back, and she was walking home with her mind rehearsing what it would be like to fight three people alone.

If you fight, she won't be afraid at any time. That's the confidence she's had since she discovered her talent since she was a child; It was two years ago, and with a cold anger burning in her heart, she covered her face with a mask, and the confidence she gained after proving herself again and again on the stage. But when she thought of the speech at the opening ceremony three days later, she didn't know the bottom of her heart.

It would be nice if she could perform some punches and kicks after going on stage, and then just say what she thinks, she sighed secretly.

A month ago, the head of the temple sent a letter to his mother, asking if he would like to let Saraga speak at the opening ceremony as a representative of the new students. The mother took the letter to ask for her opinion. Her first reaction, of course, was to refuse. What kind of speech, this kind of thing has nothing to do with her Shaluo hunting wind horses and cows! But then she realized that this could be a great opportunity to start her plans!

So she told her mother that she was willing to give a speech.

In the past month, she has revised her speech countless times, stood in front of the mirror countless times to practice, and restrained herself countless times from writing to Cheng Jiao to reveal her plans. At least for the moment, she found the speech itself bothering her even more than her crazy plans. Reading books, taking exams, and giving speeches in front of people are all her shortcomings. But she was also vaguely aware that the opening speech was likely to be her only chance at success.

Jinwuyuan was not the place she should be, she had to avoid it! For her plan to succeed, three conditions are indispensable: First, she must not let her mother find out! 2. Speeches can't be messed up! Three, pull Chengjiao into the gang!

On both sides of the familiar road, the osmanthus trees that stand quietly exude a strong fragrance, and the dazzling sunset has now turned into a dark red disc half-hanging on the horizon. Half of the massive body of the White Light Castle in front of him had sunk into the shadows, and the other half of the city wall, which was still in the afterglow, shimmered with a little silver, which was a silver-white quartz crystal in the golden sandstone.

Saraga looked out into the glass window high above the tower on the west side of the castle, which was his mother's room. Before leaving Yakushin Island, she had to say goodbye to her mother, who was the Azalde. My mother had been too tired for the past two years to see her too late. Thinking of this, Sara Hunt quickened his pace.