System: [Warning, noon is approaching, please complete the task as soon as possible!] 】

Sang Luo secretly cursed the dog system and began to search for a target in all directions.

Three years ago, she dressed as the vicious fiancée holding the divorce script in this Long Aotian novel, and bound to this dog ratio system that lets her go through the plot every day.

According to the plot, she will humiliate Long Aotian's male protagonist Chu Yanshu today and propose to him to withdraw from the marriage, thus completing Chu Yanshu's counterattack of taking off his disguise for the first time in his life.

Because of this, she will be put in small shoes by the male protagonist in the secret realm in the future, so as to burp.

The Chu Yanshu described in the original book seems to be waste and pure, but in fact, his heart is dark, and if he doesn't agree with him, he will drag you to a small black house, kill people, kill people, steal souls and refine bones, and implement one-stop service, a proper old yin is better than one!

Sang Luo was actually a little scared of him, but in order to finish the plot as soon as possible and go home, he could only bite the bullet.

After locking on the target, Sang Luo, who was dressed in a red dress, pulled out the Fengli sword in his hand, pointed at the young man not far away, raised his chin, and looked arrogant,

"Chu Yanshu, I didn't expect to see you here. Why, staying in such a corner, are you afraid of being seen and embarrassed? ”

The girl's voice spread throughout the martial arts arena and attracted the attention of many people.

The young man in Tsing Yi, who was originally leaning on the trunk of the tree and pretending to sleep, slowly opened his eyes and looked in her direction.

Looking at each other, Sang Luo clenched the sword in his hand, waiting for him to get angry.

But the next moment—

"Hmm."

The young man cherishes words like gold, and bows his head slightly.

“……”

Well.

What does that mean?

Sang Luo choked, and continued to sarcastically provoke,

"Heh, just with your low-grade spiritual root and mediocre talent, can you understand the secret swordsmanship of the upper-level sect?!"

She didn't believe it, he wasn't angry!

Chu Yanshu was silent for a moment, with a frank face,

"I don't understand, just look at it and watch it lively."

Sanglu: "??? ”

What's going on?

Can this be endured?!

Is this male protagonist a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle?

What about cutting people if they don't agree with each other?

System: [Noon is approaching, please complete the divorce plot as soon as possible.] 】

In order to complete the task and go home, Sang Luo's eyebrows were crossed, and he pointed at Chu Yanshu again, his voice was clear, and the girl's arrogant voice spread throughout the martial arts arena.

"Heh, a waste who can only watch the excitement, and dare to take a girl's marriage book?"

"Chu Yanshu, my father has set this marriage for me, it doesn't mean that I agree!"

"Hurry up and return Geng Ti to me, I want to divorce you!"

As soon as these words came out, many Tianjiao in the martial arts arena all turned their heads to look at this side, and there were many discussions,

"Is that the Sangluo of Xuanyuan Sect? The best fire spirit root, a genius who married Dan at the age of sixteen? ”

"Who is that boy? Haven't seen it? It looks like the spiritual root is mediocre. ”

"I know, it's the waste of the Chu family in Yunzhou, the posture of a middle-aged person, mediocre, but because he had a good baby, he was born with the eldest lady of the Sang family."

"Senior Sister Sang Luo is the leader of the new generation of Xuanyuan Sect, this Chu Yanshu, a middle-to-low-grade spiritual root, is really beyond her strength."

For a time, all kinds of humiliating words surrounded the teenager.

The light and shadow under the begonia tree are mottled, and the afternoon light passes through the layers of begonia flowers and leaves, scattered on the young man's body, flickering and disappearing.

He suddenly raised his hand, and Sang Luo nervously clenched the sword in his hand.

But the next moment, the young man just stood up with the trunk of the tree, then patted the soil on his body, and said lazily,

"No retreat!"