The blackened goddess of rebirth is extremely poisonous

Chapter 462
Just when Yan Kun thought so, a deafening cry suddenly erupted from the audience.

"Ahhh—Yan Zhuoli——"

"Fang Ling, Fang Ling!!"

"An Jixing—"

Fuck!Yan Kun burst into a foul language.Looking down the stage, is it too exaggerated?
Not only Yan Kun was stunned, but also Yan Chi and Zeng Xun.

Zeng Xun looked at the three people on the stage who were overwhelmed, and nodded in agreement. He had always seen the strength of their opponents, especially that person named Fang Ling, who could be said to be all-rounder.

He participated in the Xingmeng Concentration Camp twice in a row, one thing he was sure of, Fang Ling, he was the strongest.

After the performance, the audience will evaluate the performance.

Two pillars appeared on the big screen, the red one represented Feng Tianling's team, and the blue one represented Zeng Xun's team.

At the beginning, the growth rate of the two pillars was about the same. In the end, the red pillars grew rapidly like mushrooms after rain.

"I lost." Zeng Xun said regretfully.

If it was in the last session, he might have a better chance of winning.To be exact, without Fang Ling, he would have more chances to win.

Ren Xinyue stood in front of the TV, holding the remote control nervously.

"what--"

"Win!! Feng Tianling won!!!"

Ren Xinyue jumped up excitedly, dancing and shouting.

From this moment on, the names of Fang Ling, An Jixing, and Yan Zhuoli were known by almost every young person, and they also became a top topic on the Internet.

As soon as Feng Tianling walked to the backstage, the notification sound of the mobile phone rang.

"Congratulations—" The message was sent by Yan Hanming.

Seeing this text message, I felt a little complicated for a while.

"Thank you."

The simple conversation is over.

After a while, Feng Tianling did not receive any text messages from Yan Hanming.

It's strange to say that this has been going on for several days, and Yan Hanming seldom sends her messages on his own initiative, nor does he come to find her.

"Come on, let's go eat, I'll treat you." Yan Zhuoli came over and said.

"Yes." Feng Tianling picked up the phone and followed behind Yan Zhuoli, tangled for a while, and asked, "Is your uncle busy recently?"

Hearing this, An Jixing turned his head to look at Feng Tianling.

"No, he just goes to and from work normally." Yan Zhuoli replied.

"Oh." Feng Tianling didn't ask any more.

it's good, it's good
West Suburb Manor.

Yan Hanming sat on the sofa with a tense expression, fingers crossed between his legs, his face full of forbearance.

"Young Master Yan, the method I taught you will definitely work. They say Xiaobie is better than a newlywed, hold back, and don't go to her." Mu Yan said while watching the TV.

Yan Hanming stared at the phone, and there was no response on the phone except for the two words 'thank you' sent by the other party.

"Young Master Yan, eat oranges." Mu Yan handed Yan Zhuoli an orange.

Yan Zhuoli continued to stare at the phone as if he didn't hear it.

Two days ago, after Feng Tianling told him unfeeling words, he called Mu Yan.

Mu Yan gave him a note, saying that distance produces beauty.

So, from that day on, he changed his usual style, not looking for her, and trying not to contact her.

God knows how depressed his heart is now, like a flammable gas compressed to the extreme, only one chance away, it will explode with a "boom--".

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Yan Zhuoli, Feng Tianling, and An Jixing left after eating.

Yan Zhuoli, who was driving the car, was halfway through when he suddenly had a stomachache, so he hurriedly stopped the car and went to the public toilet on the side of the road.

After finishing the solution, as soon as Yan Zhuoli came out, he saw Feng Tianling running fast.

(End of this chapter)