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"Will Miss Yan participate in the competition in five days?"

Xing asked with some curiosity.

As for the result, he naturally knew that whether she participated in this heroic battle or not, in the end, she would go to the blue sea and land on the main island of Xiaona Island, as for why he asked, it was just out of curiosity.

"I went to the blue sea, purely for my goal, and it's not fun to have a map."

Yan Nuo pursed his lips lightly, and was silent for a moment before answering the question.

Xing's expression was momentarily disappointed, very disappointed, meaning, she would go to Xiaona Island, but with a playful mentality?

But now, he is really anxious, and in order to wait for her, he has delayed the implementation of the 'heroic dispute' for three years, which is to save people and save the Lord from the island that is like hell.

She's really, heartless!

If you are heard by your own Lord, I am afraid that you will really die of sadness.

The moonlight was clear and cold, faint and soft, like flowing water, through the window of the ship, falling into the cabin, and sprinkling on Yan Nuo's face, dotted with mottled land.

"However, I have never tried to get the ending right first, and then go back to the process."

Tilting his head, what Yan Nuo said made Xing, who had always been shrewd, a little puzzled.

Gathering the futon that was about to fall to the ground, Yan Nuo fell headlong on the pillow, closed his eyes and continued:

"This jade bracelet is really annoying, I can't take it off, I have to ask him for a good life."

Bracelet?

Xing's eyes turned, and his gaze fell on Yan Nuo's left wrist, which was a dark cyan jade bracelet, which was the most cherished thing by the Lord, just because it was...... As her mother, Hua Lianyue, for the first and only time, gave the jade bracelet to the Lord, he has always loved it with his life, and now, he gave it to her, is he also handing over his life to her?

Thinking about it, Xing Bei respected Yan Nuo a little.

Bent down slightly, "No matter what, the Lord will be happy to see you!" ”

Even if she may have a different mentality.

Opening his eyes, Yan Nuo stared at the top of the boat, as if talking to himself, "I wonder if I will be happy when I see him......

"Okay, come here today, it's abrupt, say goodbye first."

Clenching his fists, Xing disappeared into Yan Nuo's room in the blink of an eye, everything was calm, and it seemed that no one had come.

A gust of sea breeze blew into the cabin, and more and more questions filled Yan Nuo's brain, which made her really unhappy.

Turning his gaze to the window, the crescent moon was still plain, hidden behind the clouds, looming, and a few rays of silver-white moonlight cast from the gaps in the clouds were particularly precious.

That place, Xiaona Island, the desire to go is really getting stronger and stronger!

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Five days later, the battle of heroes was in the East Lane.

For Yan Nuo, he is very familiar, after experiencing a small accident last time, this place, the people of the official mansion, have never come to interfere again.

After all, to each his own, to each his own!

"Senior, my admiration for you, even if this vast ocean, I can't hold it, I ......"

Yan Nuo sat on the stool, knocking on the pumpkin rice while allowing Shi Liunian beside him to turn on the 'speech' mode.

Shi Liunian, she can be regarded as acquaintance.

In the past few days, he has narrated his admiration for himself every day, a typical ancient version of the 'star-chasing family'.

"Senpai, you know what? Ever since you beat the chimes of Tianju Town three years ago, I've been deeply fascinated by you, you see, you see. ”

As he spoke, Shi Liunian carefully took out a stack of papers from his arms, Yan Nuo raised his eyelids and glanced at it, wasn't it the seven-character poem he wrote three years ago?

Like a ghost drawing, she understands it deeply.

However, Shi Liunian, this guy, actually kept it as a treasure for three years, and went around collecting it.

"This is written by your predecessors, I must take it as a family heirloom and pass it on to my children and grandchildren......"

"Enough, enough...... It's almost my turn, right? ”

A slightly immature, extremely untired male voice came—