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The young man stood on the bow of the boat, without a word, but in this bustling night scene, he fought for the most eye-catching place.

It seems to be flawless in jade, and it is like a god descending into the world.

Whether it is the woman in the river or on the shore, whether old or young, there is a bit of madness.

"To tell the truth, the son of the Leng family is the best-looking boy I've seen in all these years!"

"It's still a noble spiritual cultivator, if I can marry him in my life, let me subtract ten years... No, I'd like to live for twenty years! ”

"The eldest lady of the Shang family is standing with him, like a fairy couple, talented and beautiful, but it is also a tight match, which makes people envious and jealous."

"It's a pity, if I were a few years younger......"

"Huh? Why didn't I see the Third Highness of Tigrus, I still prefer that one......"

"Guangming Academy will, the students of this recruitment are not all according to their skin, how can they all look so good."

The crowd on the shore was surging, blocking the river, and Wen Fengxu stood lightly behind the people, and did not rush forward, but looked at the boat with great interest, and was praised as a noble son.

Tsk, it's a little bit of flavor.

Suddenly, she tilted her head in a certain direction.

A girl in a pale pink Luo skirt is staring at the boat with her eyes delighted, and it is self-evident who she is looking at.

But just now, she obviously felt a gaze with strong anger and hatred.

Moreover, Wen Fengxu felt that she was a little familiar.

I can't remember, probably not important.

The moment she withdrew her gaze, the girl in the pink skirt suddenly cast her gaze over, her expression was fierce and hateful, and her eyes were burning with rage.

"Wen Fengxu, let's see, I won't let you go."

She whispered, and then she looked down at the young man at the bow of the boat again, and immediately changed her expression, and her cheeks showed a faint crimson, shy and happy.

The begonia in the corner of the wall glimpsed the light on the boy's body.

From then on, she worshipped her as a god, hoping that when she looked back, the boy heard her prayers, and the light would come to her.

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The begging festival in Guangming City, against the backdrop of the night, is even more lively and prosperous.

As a holy place that everyone yearns for, Guangming Academy has aroused frequent heated discussions among the people, and the hawkers on the shore take the opportunity to shout for business, and the fireworks and fireworks show in the distance make people excited by their spiritual senses.

"Eh——!"

"Wen Fengfu, come on-"

Xin Huaiyu finally saw her in the crowd, and happily jumped up on the big boat, causing everyone on the side to be dissatisfied with her.

But when they saw who she was greeting, they all tried to keep one eye open and one eye closed.

Wen Feng, the flower of the academy, the fairy descended to earth, and the beloved disciple of the cardinal, who dares to provoke without dying?

Xin Huaiyu's voice completely made Wen Fengfu unable to hide among everyone, and when people frequently looked at her, Wen Fengxu volleyed up in the air!

Stepping on the flying leaves, Ling Frost and Snow, the general vigor of the shock, and the same as the dragon as comfortable.

When the fluttering white figure leaped over the crowd, everyone couldn't help but follow the figure, and the posture of stepping into the air was amazing......

Xin Huaiyu's voice completely made Wen Fengfu unable to hide among everyone, and when people frequently looked at her, Wen Fengxu volleyed up in the air!

Stepping on the flying leaves, Ling Frost and Snow, the general vigor of the shock, and the same as the dragon as comfortable.

When the fluttering white figure leaped over the crowd, everyone couldn't help but follow the figure, and the posture of stepping into the air was amazing......

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