Can't understand the relationship between being beautiful and being friends?

Also, she is a man now, she is a man, this kid, praise a man for being beautiful, if it weren't for his innocent expression, I would think it was deliberately sarcastic.

However, what kind of idea did he have, she knew that this kid's mind was not as simple as this face.

"You hate me and don't want to be my friend?" After not hearing Murong Su's answer for a long time, Xuanyu's eyebrows furrowed, and a sad look appeared on his face.

Joyful for a while and sad for a while, her expression was so rich that she had a headache when she saw Murong Su, and she provoked a little ancestor again.

As soon as Xuanyu stuck to it, she pestered Murong Xu and chattered, asking questions and asking questions, and the whole curious baby, when she was not paying attention, she even narrowed the distance fiercely, and sniffed her nose from time to time while talking.

"What are you doing?" Murong Su subconsciously retreated a few steps, as if he encountered a snake and scorpion.

This action made the young man look aggrieved, and his wet eyes added a hint of moisture: "I just think there is something that smells very fragrant." ”

The faint fragrance is different from the ordinary one, if there is none, it makes him very strange, and he thinks that this little brother has something delicious hidden in him.

Is it fragrant?

Murong Xu's face darkened again, and regardless of whether he would misunderstand, he directly asked him to stay away.

A quarter of an hour later, the two sides finally competed to determine the winner.

The rings on both sides fought fiercely, and the ringmasters took turns, unlike Murong Su, who defended to the end and won six consecutive victories.

Including Murong Su, only three people were left to enter the duel, Zi Lao beckoned, and the black-robed man passed, and when he came back, he directly announced that the last round of the game was a melee.

That is, three people fight each other, and the final winner is the champion of this selection.

Hearing this rule, the winners of the No. 1 and No. 3 rings suddenly looked towards Murong Su's side, their eyes shining with a strong fighting intent.

Murong Xu scolded the old fox in his heart, and walked to the stage amid the cheers of everyone.

The final battle was about whether she could worship Zi Lao as a teacher in public, and everyone's attention was all concentrated, either looking forward to it, or nervous, or waiting to see the joke......

The ring was withdrawn, and the three-person stood still on the stage, with a wide range of activities, and was able to use his fists and kicks to his heart's content.

Murong Su looked at the two people on the other side who were staring at him like wolves, and couldn't help laughing, it's okay, the two of them come together, and it will save trouble early.

Besides, the two people on the opposite side are not much better, they are both injured, and their strength is consumed a lot, even if they add up, I am afraid they are not their opponents.

It's not that she is boasting, now a realm person of the same level, she can almost directly despise it, and there is no threat at all.

"It's not fair, those two obviously made an appointment to go to Brother Xu." Bai Jing frowned, staring at the situation on the stage unhappily.

"Heh, it's obvious that we're bullying our East Courtyard, but what are you afraid of, I haven't seen the injuries of those two people, I think the two of them are not as good as Brother Xu."

Zhang Qiang sneered, watching the game all the way, but he became more and more confident in Murong Su's strength, even if it was one against two, he felt that Brother Xu would not have the slightest pressure to deal with it.

"At the end of the poor crossbow, there is nothing to fear!" Xuanyu snorted coldly, a sneer appeared on her delicate jade-like face, and glanced at the two people on the stage lightly.

At this moment, it is not as weak as before, there is an aura that is difficult to ignore all over the body, and there are a few wisps of essence in the crystal ink eyes, with a trace of fierceness.

(I can't bear it, there's still one chapter left to write tomorrow!) ）

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