one of a kind

After a night of madness, even when I opened my eyes in the morning and my consciousness was still awake, there was a charming and emotional smell in my nose.I squinted and glanced at the window, it was about noon, I woke up as soon as I moved, he propped up his body and looked at me, the quilt slipped off his body, there were bruises all over his body, his black hair was like a waterfall It is covered up seven or eighty-eight, but there is a taste of trying to cover up.

I grabbed a strand of his hair and played with it in my hand, and he called hoarsely: Master, do you want to get up for dinner?I cleared my throat and looked up at him, but he kept staring at me with a straight smile, which made me want to hit him twice, so that he wouldn't be so happy.

"Is that so happy?"

"Is the master not happy?"

"Normally, you have to work hard"

He laughed out loud, and replied, "Okay, my subordinates will remember it, and I will work harder next time."

I turned my head and hooked the corner of my mouth: Idiot.

I am lazy by nature, and after being spoiled by Wen Yu, I lost my bones, but fortunately, I do a good job of superficial skills, so everyone can't see it, and they only think that Wen Yu is loyal to protect the Lord.But superficial skills are superficial after all, and I don't want to face the scorching sun even in the afternoon, even if it's a competition.

I opened the folding fan to cover the top of my head, squinted at the person opposite and sighed.When I came here, Wen Yu told me that I had already placed my bets on the match between me and the disciples of Qiu Mingfu, and the odds of winning and losing were probably one-sided.

This is normal, one is a bastard who lives in the shadow of his elder brother and sister doing nothing, and the other is a big disciple who has spent all his resources to cultivate. The status of the two sects is equal, and anyone with a discerning eye knows how to choose.Even I asked Wen Yu to buy Qiu Ming Mansion's bets quickly, so that we would not lose even if we lost. I made a good plan, but Wen Yu replied to me: I bought it earlier, but I bought it all from me.I was suffocated, thinking that I should win even for this white money.

≡≡≡I am the third person dividing line≡≡≡

Wen Yu stood outside the venue and looked at the people on the stage without blinking his eyes. There was a food box beside him. It was a snack for Wen Yi. It contained sour plum soup, salty chestnut cakes, sour apricots, etc. , are Wen Yi's favorite food.

Zhang Changyou silently walked up to Wen Yu and stood still, looking at Wen Yi who was almost equal to or even slightly better than the senior disciples of Qiu Mingfu on the stage, he laughed at himself and said with a self-deprecating smile: I never knew that Yi Yi was so powerful .

Wen Yu snorted coldly, and continued: Mr. Zhang is not familiar with my master, it's normal not to know.

Zhang Changyou looked at the people on the stage and smiled, murmured: You don't know, I have known him since we were young, and we had a very good relationship back then.It was only later that they separated.

Wen Yu didn't want to pay any attention to him at first, but when Zhang Changyou finished speaking, he responded with a cold face: Mr. Zhang be careful, you are not separated from the master, but you have abandoned the master.

Zhang Changyou suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Yu, his eyes met, there seemed to be sparks beating in his eyes, and he asked: Is this what one of them told you?Besides, what does it mean to leave behind, a man's ambition is everywhere, so what's wrong with me going out to roam the rivers and lakes!

Wen Yu frowned, feeling a little more bored with him, then folded his arms and said coldly: No one will say you are wrong, let alone master.You don't have to worry about how I found out, besides, Mr. Zhang just chose what he wanted, didn't he.

"The world is so big, the rivers and lakes are so far away, don't you want to see it?"

"My world is not big, and my rivers and lakes are not far away, but it's all between one person on the stage." Wen Yu glanced at him indifferently.

For some reason after listening to it, Zhang Changyou felt his heart was blocked. He slowly clenched his fists, turned his head to look at Wen Yu's side face, and just about to open his mouth, he saw the mark on Wen Yu's neck. He subconsciously stretched out his hand , and then Wen Yu dodged sideways, "Mr. Zhang respects himself." Wen Yu looked at him impatiently.

Zhang Changyou was a little dazed, and seemed to feel a little presumptuous. He curled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, but he couldn't laugh, and then continued to ask: What's going on with your neck.

Wen Yu didn't answer.Zhang Changyou felt that he was going to be unable to stand up anymore. He calmed down and remembered all the things he had with Wen Yi back then, especially before his eyes. He remembered that when he was young, Wen Yi always felt that he was not good enough, that he was not smart enough And his appearance is average, and he even thinks that he is not as good as anyone in Moshang Pavilion, but is this really the case?

no.Maybe the Wen Yi when he was a child was really not good, he was a friend with a weird and withdrawn personality that he could easily make, but the Wen Yi who was impressed by him later, the Wen Zhi who was a bit awkward and arrogant but cautiously treated him well - He can't seem to find it anymore.From the day he insisted on leaving him to wander the rivers and lakes regardless of his pleading and persuasion, it was gone.But now Zhang Changyou, one of the articles, found that he couldn't catch up no matter what.

Wen Yi seemed to be getting further and further away from him, so far away that he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly.The venue suddenly fell silent, and then loud noises erupted from the surroundings. Zhang Changyou watched Wen Yu rush up to the stage, kneel down in front of Wen Yi, and Wen Yi touched his hair with a smile.

The sun was glaring more and more, otherwise why would the eyes be so sore, Zhang Changyou closed his eyes, he couldn't believe it, and now the man on stage who defeated the first disciple of Qiu Mingfu, with elegant demeanor and beautiful appearance is really the same as Mo Shangge back then Is it one of them, is it really the one who has been carefully tempting and begging himself not to leave again and again.

It seemed that something broke out of the ground and grew into a towering tree in an instant. At the same time, Zhang Changyou's head was buzzing with a huge sense of sadness and loss. It seemed that a mountain was pressed on his heart, and he never dared to look at it again. The man's eyes.

≡≡≡≡≡No.1 called dividing line≡≡≡≡

In fact, I don't know if I will win at all, because I have never competed with anyone in Moshang Pavilion, and I only have some standards when I watch Wenyu practice martial arts. I think it should be slightly better than Wenyu, so I It was based on the idea that if you come, you will be safe, and you simply broke the can and broke the competition. It wasn't until after I won that I felt: Ah, so I don't seem to have such a bad feeling.

I listened to the loud cheers and discussions erupting around me, and watched Wen Yu rush up to the stage and knelt in front of me, his eyes shining brightly, and he called out: Master, only then will I have real feelings.I touched his face and smiled to get him up.

He followed me off the stage, the surrounding crowd rushed up, Wen Yu held me in his arms, the space was so small that I could hardly breathe, almost immediately I felt bored from the bottom of my heart, but I still responded with a smile All kinds of voices, I know how thrilling it is for me to win this competition, and I also know how unbelievable the others are, just like Wen Qingyi and Wen Yi'an didn't seem to react until I was about to return to my seat, and they swarmed over to congratulate People talk and laugh at Yan Yan.I lowered my head and smiled, not knowing what would happen next.

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The number of bookmarks is not as many as the chapters, which is too miserable. Fortunately, I just like it, and fortunately, the manuscript in my hand is short of the end, otherwise it may not be able to continue.