After discussing with the eldest grandson Zhiren, Yang Wuzheng and Zhao Yun returned to the palace where they lived.

At this time, it was already the middle of the night, and Yang Wuzheng thought that Ling Yurou had already fallen asleep, but the fact was that the little girl and Xiao Qiao were still standing at the door of the palace, looking forward to it.

It's winter, and it's cold late at night, and the dew is heavy.

Xiao Qiao didn't have anything, he had to cultivate quite high to be able to resist, and Ling Yurou was wearing a thin gown, her face was flushed from the cold, and she kept stomping her feet, heh...... It makes people feel pitiful.

"Xiaorou, it's so cold, why are you so stupid waiting outside the door, what if it's freezing?"

Yang Wuzheng's eyes showed a trace of pity, and he hurriedly took off the cloak on his body and covered the girl's weak delicate body.

"Brother Wuzheng, because Xiaorou is afraid that everything in front of her is a dream, so she has to wait for you to come back. ”

Ling Yurou smiled, and the worry in her eyes that were as bright as autumn water turned into joy as Yang Wuzheng returned.

"Are you frozen? ”

Yang Wuzheng stretched out his arms, clasped the girl's slender waist, and strode towards the palace.

Feeling the man's scorching body temperature and breath, Ling Yurou, who was lying in Yang Wuzheng's arms, blushed with shame, and her heart was pounding.

Although she has served Yang Wuzheng for many years, Yang Wuzheng is only thirteen years old when she is normally in a state of loss, and most of the past three years have been in a state of loss of soul.

At that time, we were both young, but now we are both grown.

"The lord is really favoritism, and he didn't ask if the slave family was frozen, ...... from beginning to end."

Xiao Qiao, who was following behind the ass, flattened his mouth and muttered.

"Xiao Qiao, you are a married woman, how can you be worthy of the lord?"

Squinting at the girl, Zhao Yun said jokingly.

"People are systematically constructed, although they have Zhou Yu's memory, but their bodies are brand new, how can they be regarded as married women?"

Xiao Qiao retorted resentfully.

Yang Wuzheng carried Ling Yurou into the chamber, Ling Yurou's face was red, and her feet kept rubbing on the ground: "Brother, I'll go fetch water and get clothes to serve you in the bath." ”

"Take a bath, that's done. ”

Yang Wuzheng's heart was playful, and he deliberately turned his head, stared at the girl, and said jokingly.

At this time, Ling Yurou's pretty face appeared with a touching charm, like a pure white rabbit, seductive and timid.

"Brother, we are still ...... young"

Ling Yurou lowered her head, her eyes were shining, and her voice was so small that no one could hear it clearly.

"Silly girl, I'm kidding you, you were kidnapped by Yang Jinjue today, you were frightened, and you were tired all night, so let's go back and rest. ”

Yang Wuzheng laughed, raised his hand and slapped Ling Yurou's round buttocks.

"Ah...... It hurts ......."

Ling Yurou sprang up in pain, kept rubbing her little buttocks, and ran out of the door like a frightened rabbit.

"It's been three years, this girl has developed quite well, and the elasticity of this buttocks ......"

Yang Wuzheng's face was full of aftertaste, and he checked his glory value again, and found that after the strength of King Jing's Mansion and Guogong Mansion, it had accumulated to four thousand.

"Let's play a few qualifying matches to improve our cultivation. ”

Yang Wuzheng communicated with the glory system, opened the hero interface, and found that he already had four heroes, namely Zhao Yun, Huang Zhong, Marco Polo, and Xiao Qiao.

To his disappointment, though, Dream Ethereal wasn't online.

"No matter, let's do a few rounds first, I can't be so unlucky and kneel all the time, right?"

Yang Wuzheng comforted himself and started the qualifying round.

The vast majority of players in the bronze rank have no cooperation, and will only choose their favorite heroes to play.

Of course, Yang Wuzheng is also one of them.

In the first game, he chose Xiao Qiao, and the other four players in the team, two chose mages and two chose assassins.

The game was very close and lasted for twenty minutes.

During this period, Yang Wuzheng also tried his best and displayed 200% of his skills, but the final result was still lost.

Not only that, but the five people on the other side didn't know if it was because Yang Wuzheng chose Xiao Qiao, and he also wore the skin of the swan's dream, and everyone's envy and jealousy.

In the first game, Yang Wuzheng was targeted many times, and he crossed the tower many times to kill.

Ultimately!

Yang Wuzheng's record is 0\/12\/1.

"Ding, congratulations on the failure of the host ranking, deducting one rank, and now cultivating to the sixth rank of the Bronze Realm!"

The system's prompt sounds.

"Congratulations to your grandmother......"

Yang Wuzheng pursed his lips, very depressed in his heart.

"Ding-dong......"

At the same time, a message popped up in the mailbox, and Yang Wuzheng clicked on it, and it turned out to be a report information.

"Hello all-you-eat little bully player, because you deliberately gave away your head in the last game, you will be deducted from the credit value of -8, if the credit value is lower than 90, you will be banned from qualifying. ”

"Paralyzed, when did Lao Tzu deliberately give away people's heads?"

After seeing this information, Yang Wuzheng was full of grievances and scolding.

After venting, Yang Wuzheng had already realized that he had to wait for Dream Ethereal to lie down, otherwise relying on his own skills, he would definitely lose more and win less.

Time passed slowly, and just when he was quite disappointed, suddenly his friend's avatar jumped.

"Brother Xiaobawang, every time my sister goes online, I can meet you, is it fate?"

Dream Ethereal typing said.

"Wow, little girl, my brother loves you to death, take me to lie down and win a few handfuls. ”

Yang Wuzheng almost jumped up happily.

This dream is really a charcoal in the snow, if he was still on earth, he would definitely marry such an empathetic chick.