Whew! The girl closed her work and pressed her skirt.

"You see?" the girl blushed.

"Nope. "Lin Feifei, as a righteous gentleman, how can he say that he has seen it?

"Sure I saw it!" the girl pouted.

Lin Feifei thought for a while, and said, "Sister, let me ask you a question, this question has been bothering me for a long time. ”

Lin Zilin thought it was a serious question, her face was no longer red, and she nodded: "What's the problem." ”

"You say, you girls go out in bikinis and your skin is exposed to almost 80 percent. You're not shy, it's just the skirt lifted, why are you so nervous? After all, whether it's a swimsuit or a blue and white stripe, there is no difference in coverage area except for the material. Lin Feifei said very seriously.

"Dare you say you didn't see it!" Lin Zilin's eyes widened angrily.

"Ahem, please stay at an academic level. Lin Feifei said with a smile.

"If anything, it's the difference between letting you see it and sneaking it up without permission. Lin Zilin said.

"Hmm, okay, sorry, I sneaked a peek at the blue and white stripes without permission......"

"Don't say it!" Lin Zilin covered her ears and ran away. After running a few steps, he turned around again and shouted, "Pervert!"

Lin Feifei grinned and pointed to his buttocks: "Let's get even!"

Lin Zilin's whole face was red to purple, she originally thought that this matter was over, but she didn't expect that it was waiting for her here!

"Pervert, don't expect me to cover you!" Lin Zilin ran away with a snort.

Lin Feifei smiled, turned around and continued to watch those young people drag racing...... Wrong, Biao Sword.

The air was filled with the saltiness of the sea, the speed and the furiousness, and, the smell of gunpowder. People who like drag racing and flying swords basically have a violent temper, and the three young people in the first echelon are chasing after me, constantly chasing the first position. However, the person at the front kept swinging his body to prevent the person behind from having a chance to overtake. The eyes of the two people in the back were red, and one of them suddenly roared and accelerated abruptly. The next moment, only two screams were heard, and the first person collided with the person who was speeding up, and rolled together and fell into the water. The people around them were not surprised, but cheered.

After about a few seconds, two bubbles floated in the water, and the two stood in their own bubbles and pointed at each other and cursed. When they came to the boat, the two of them were soaked, and they threw down their flying swords and scuffled together, without aura, without exercises, purely relying on the hardness of their fists.

Oh, I love this.

Lin Feifei immediately leaned over.

Both of them are from the family, and it stands to reason that there should be some great kung fu, but it seems that they should be more busy cultivating aura and have no time to practice fist and foot kung fu, anyway, the two of them are not exciting at all. Pulling hair, pulling ears, and even opening his mouth to bite someone.

How tragic.

Soon, the parents of the two parties came, separated the two, severely reprimanded, and apologized to each other. From beginning to end, and amiable.

Sure enough, this is the attitude that big families should have. No matter what you do behind the scenes, you can't lose your demeanor on the surface.

Lin Feifei was still sighing, and his buttocks were suddenly slapped again. Lin Feifei turned around, but saw that it was still Lin Zilin, she raised her hands to show off, turned around and ran away with a smile, and said as she ran: "You don't want to make me cheap!

Lin Feifei, this girl's way is very wild, can you cultivate ice exercises with this character?

The problem is solved here, the flying sword competition continues, this thing is really exciting, and the two fights not only do not make people flinch, but ignite people's passion even more. Chen Jiahao didn't know when he came over: "I know that although you don't dare to drag racing, you like to watch." ”

"You don't encourage you to go up. Lin Feifei fought back.

"Your eldest brother and I have all the conditions, the only problem is that there is no flying sword. ”

Lin Feifei sneered at the corner of his mouth, and smashed Chen Jiahao's head over, and placed a weapon rack on the side of the gambling board, on which more than a dozen flying swords were brilliantly erected, and there was a line of words next to it, which also had a rainbow effect: Flying swords for the game for rent.

"Come, big brother. Lin Feifei made a gesture of please.

"Brother, you forgot that there is a hidden attribute in your eldest brother's personality. Chen Jiahao said solemnly.

"Cowardice?"

"I'm afraid of heights. ”

"Phew!"

Anyway, these two people are just lip service, and in fact, no one knows.

"Brother, if you are really interested, are you interested in watching this year's Global Flying Sword Competition?" Chen Jiahao decisively interrupted.

"Universal Sword Flying Competition?"

"Yes, it brings together the top flying sword racing masters from all countries in the world, and it is the world's top flying sword racing event with twelve sub-races, each of which is four races. ”

"Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Have you ever heard of Violet's Eternal Garden?"

"No, there isn't. ”

"So, there are a lot of things you haven't heard of, so don't worry too much, just ask if you're interested?"

"Nonsense, of course I'm interested, I'm afraid I don't have time. ”

"It's good if you're interested, anyway, there are games every week, you can go and watch them whenever you want. ”

"What's the point of this game?"

"Fast, thrilling, exciting, and aerial combat in high-speed motion. Of course, from a macro point of view, the highlight of this year is that the technology of the Foreign Legion has improved again, and the application of new materials has made some flying swords more excellent in terms of data. China's traditional refining tools urgently need a competition to prove their strength, and there is also whether China's dark horse teenager An Ruoqi can replicate last year's miracle. ”

"Knowing so much, it turns out that you are still an old sword fan. ”

"That's a must. ”

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion ahead, and then someone in the crowd was heard shouting: "An Ruoqi!"

Lin Feifei and Chen Jiahao glanced at each other: "Such a coincidence?"

In the distance, a teenager walked through the crowd with a stiff face. Unlike rented helmets and uniforms, he holds his own helmet in his hand and wears a uniform with a special structure and the names of various sponsors on the uniform. He came to the place where he rented a flying sword, rented a flying sword, and silently came to the starting point. And the group of people who were already playing immediately stopped.

When Senna prepares to start racing, what face do you have to occupy the track?

Stopped, but no one left, they all stood at the starting point, eager to try.

"Look, the so-called, flying sword competition, it's like this. ”

An Ruoqi said lightly.

It was a race that didn't need to be described at all, the result of a one-sided crush, a total of ten laps, and when Anjöch finished, his opponents had four laps left.

"A pro is a pro after all. Lin Feifei sighed.

"Exciting, right, look at that speed!" Chen Jiahao looked excited.

An Ruoqi came here to return the flying sword, Chen Jiahao rushed over directly, completely ignoring the other party's expression of rejection thousands of miles away, and took out a promotional poster of the Chinese version of the FJ Contest - it was An Ruoqi's poster for important characters.

"Idol, ask for an autograph. ”