Chapter 17: The Gambling Contract

Chapter 17: The Gambling Contract

Three generations of sword casting, one is a success. Nineteen reincarnations www.biquge.info, and Qionghua was defeated.

Thinking of this, Shu Yao's face turned pale.

Isn't it exactly nineteen years now? Nineteen years? Is Qionghua going to be defeated in her own hands?

No.

No.

No, he must have lied to me, Wangshu Jian's whereabouts are unknown now. How can you open the door of the demon realm? Shu Yao's expression was complicated at this time.

Wangshu Jian's whereabouts are indeed unknown, at least once he was missing. But how did she know that at this moment, Wangshu Jian was already on the way to Kunlun Qionghua. Not long ago, there was another host. And at that moment, Xi and Jian also sensed it. And as the owner of Xihe Sword, how could the person who was sealed by the Water Spirit Bead not know? At the same time, at that time, the seal of the Water Spirit Bead also quietly weakened.

Nineteen years of hatred, nineteen years of persistence, nineteen years of regret.

Can this really be sealed by that person? is the master who holds the Xihe sword that Qionghua has refined for three generations of financial and material resources?

Hey, I have to say that this fucking fate is always so tricky.

......

"You, who the hell are you?" After stabilizing her mind, Su Yao looked at Zhao Ye with a complicated expression.

"Who am I?" Zhao Ye replied, and also asked himself about the ingredients in it, and said with a straight face: "I am, Zhao Ye, the crown prince of Nanzhao!

Nanzhao Kingdom, although it is not big, but because Nuwa has been worshiped for generations, in the fairy sword world in this article, this is the place where the human race originated, why Zhao Ye in this life Although he is not the prince of a great country, he also has the origin of Ziwei's true dragon, and because it is the ancestral tomb of the human race, there is no country to fight Nanzhao in ancient times.

"Nanzhao Kingdom!" Shu Yao's apricot eyes widened at this moment, his eyes were blazing, and he took a few steps forward and asked: "Even if you are the emperor of Nanzhao Kingdom, you shouldn't be able to cultivate! Even if you are the king of Nanzhao Kingdom, you shouldn't know about my Qionghua's grievances!"

"Hehe!" Looking at the chest of the iceberg woman's popularity, Zhao Ye suddenly became playful, and said with a little bad smile: "I guess!

Women conquer the world through men, right, right. Men conquer women by conquering the world. Not right.

Ahem!What are you thinking?,(Papapa!Wake up by yourself!)

For men, seeing such a queen and sister type may sometimes be more suitable for flirting. Watch her get angry with your verbal teasing, or unmask the queen in your actions. Isn't it a pleasure? How can it not arouse a man's playfulness?

"Don't believe it!" Looking at the somewhat scoundrel man in front of her, Su Yao didn't know whether she was angry or funny for a while, but when it came to her own sect, she still maintained a cautious attitude after all.

"Whether you believe it or not, I know anyway!" Zhao Ye, who was playful, also played a scoundrel at this time.

"You!" Shu Yao's chest rose and fell even more.

"What am I, do you want us to make a bet?" Zhao Ye said teasingly: "Let's make a bet!"

"Why are we betting?" Shu Yao squinted at Zhao Ye.

"If you win, I'll help you Qionghua get through it, and if you win..."

Before Zhao Ye could finish speaking, Shu Yao also showed a wicked smile: "Okay, let's bet!"

"Huh!"

"I bet that Shu Jian will return to Qionghua!" Without waiting for Zhao Ye to react, she snatched the party that Zhao Ye wanted to gamble on, looking at Zhao Ye's expression, her eyes were almost squinting into a line at this moment, and the whole person was about to laugh like a little fox who had stolen fish.

Who said that strong women only have the style of a royal sister? After being suppressed for 19 years, where can there be no childlike innocence? People have many masks! What's more, she was tragically attacked by the sect when she was in the flower season, and was pushed to the top of the faction? But then again, author, did you write too much?

Zhao Ye's face was deflated. Finally, even Qing'er couldn't help laughing, and the sound of giggling echoed in the hall of Qionghua Palace, lasting for a long time.

Isn't this the right way to open the script! Shouldn't she wait for me to finish choosing? Shouldn't she choose... Sure enough, the one who is good at water dies on the water, and the one who is good at fire dies on the fire, and he will be pecked by the geese after all!

"Why? I can't choose Wangshu Jian's return?" Su Yao smiled on her face, and anyone could see that she was in a good mood: "Since it's a bet, I should be able to choose, otherwise I'm not at a loss?"

After all, Zhao Ye was playful and let Shu Yao take advantage of the loophole, how can Shu Yao say that he has been the head of the sect for 19 years, how to choose differently? Since Zhao Ye believed that he wanted to help himself and help his sect Qionghua. Then abandon his scoundrel look. is his sworn nineteen-year catastrophe, and Xihe, who can't be suppressed, can only show that Wangshu Jian will come. And since he made a bet, the bet was that if he won, he would help Qionghua, and although he didn't say it if he lost, it was obviously not important. I chose that Wangshu Sword would return, so even if I lost, what would I do? Wouldn't Wangshu Sword not come back? Since I wouldn't come back, Qionghua's Xi and Wangshu wouldn't reunite and wouldn't open the door to the Phantom Demon Realm. If he wins, then he will have to help the sect survive this catastrophe!

The head of the sect is the respect of a faction, although there are still a few elders here, but since she has let go of accepting her as the head of the sect, she will still be given the power after all. Otherwise, how could Qionghua return to its former glory? How could he be a brainless person in his 19-year career as a teacher?

Is it hard to choose for a person with a mind?

What is a bet worth? What's more, doesn't he just want to change Qionghua's fate?

"Ahem, of course, since you chose Wangshu Jian to come back, then... I..."It's rare for a beauty to laugh, and Zhao Ye couldn't help but raise his voice again. Keep flirting.

Although it could be seen that the prince was teasing himself, he was really afraid that he would do something, so he didn't have the patience to wait for his delay, and said: "Since it's a bet, then you can't make small moves, otherwise what's the difference between that and Izuchi?"

"Who said I was going to go out of a thousand?" Zhao Ye shrugged his shoulders scoundrelly, in fact, flirting with the royal sister would also be addicted: "I just said that then I can only choose Wangshu Jian and can't go up the mountain!"

"You!" Shu Yao was momentarily speechless, and finally snorted, turned around, and walked towards her position as the head of the school.

"I said, how did you turn around, don't you know that it's rude?"

ignore

"Did I say you treat your guests like that?"

Still ignoring it.

"Okay, okay! or we're making a bet!

"That's enough!" Shu Yao turned around with a cold face: "Since the gambling contract has been decided, the gambling contract must wait until this gambling contract is over." ”

Under Zhao Ye's shameless teasing three or four times, Su Yao was finally molested, and the clay people had three points of anger, not to mention the queen of the sect?

"Forehead !!"

"Meow!"

He grinned, as if he was laughing, and as if he was saying: Master, let's eat deflated!

PS: To tell you the truth, my point of view has been written into it, Shu Yao has undergone great changes in the sect in her cardamom years, and she was ordered to take over as the head of the sect in danger, how can ordinary people bear this ability to take on this responsibility?

In the previous article, the woman who asked for love with the string song was bitter! Su Yao's pressure was bitter, so let me untie the veil of her disguise and let me write a different Su Yao.

Isn't the laughter after suffering a kind of warmth?