one of a kind

Since the argument yesterday, Zhang Changyou has never said a word to me until now, and now sitting in the arena of the Youth League, he only dares to peek at me occasionally.

In fact, it was because I had nothing to do in my free time, and I always felt that he was taught by his master to be too optimistic and upright, to distinguish right from wrong, and he would definitely feel sad and sad because of this in the future.Instead of talking to others, it is better for me to talk about it.Of course, I am not very interested in caring what he thinks now, and it is enough for me to say this based on my childhood affection.

I squinted my eyes and twisted my neck. The sun in June made me dizzy. Wen Yu lowered his head and asked me what was wrong. I closed my eyes and shook my head, not wanting to speak.After a while, I felt the coolness coming from my side, and when I turned my head, I saw Wen Yu gently fanning me. I smiled lazily at him, and he frowned and touched my forehead.My body is very cold, I don't like to sweat in summer, no matter how hot it is, my face turns red from steaming, which looks a little scary.I closed my eyes and dozed off, ignoring his actions, and the noise outside the game just annoyed me.

Now the forces in Jianghu are divided into five, divided into three factions, one mansion and one pavilion, and this mansion and one pavilion naturally refer to Qiuming Mansion and Moshang Pavilion. .Moshang Pavilion specializes in cultivating shadow guards, masters sneak attacks and kills with one blow.In detail, this Qingyinghui has always been a battleground for the other three military strategists. After all, Qiuming Mansion's melody mixed with internal force cannot guarantee that it will only be against one opponent. It is also really unfair to the disciples of the other three sects with ordinary education, so Qingyinghui has always asked Qiu Mingfu not to use sonic instruments unless there are special circumstances, and Moshang Pavilion will never produce murderous shadow guards, so that Moshang Pavilion can play Only the three of us, my siblings, were left.

Although I think this rule is very stupid, I have to follow it. The competition on the field is full of swords and swords, and the audience outside the field is full of enthusiasm, but a group of fools watching the fun, I said silently in my heart.So did I, but I was a fool who had to watch this excitement. I held the jug and drank the sour plum soup that Wen Yu had packed for me, and let out a grin.

Wen Qingyi glanced at me and said nothing, but Wen Yi'an saw me coming over like this and said: One, how can you drink in such a venue.

I raised my eyes to look at him, and sighed again, I was so bored in the hot weather that I didn't want to explain it, but when Wen Yu saw me like this, he told him that it was just iced sour plum soup, which was just for my convenience.He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but Wen Qingyi called him back. Maybe Wen Qingyi said something to him, so he frowned and looked at me, and stopped talking.

The game is boring and I am a little groggy. Wen Yu has been very worried and touches me from time to time, for fear that I will be unwell. It was fine to lean on the chair and close my eyes in a daze, but suddenly Waking up with a start, dizzy.

Wen Yu quickly supported me, followed my back, and asked softly in my ear: Master, is everything okay?I helped my forehead, patted his hand, and shook my head.

I looked up and saw that it was a disciple of Yiqiu Mingfu who was pointing his sword at our side. The focus of the whole audience was on the two of us, but Wen Yu only cared about whether I was safe or not. Lifting his chin and showing him off the court, he rolled his eyes and said it was yesterday's trash.

I laughed out loud, feeling a little more refreshed and interesting.I raised my eyebrows when I listened to the criticism of Wen Yu's words by the people below in this large audience.

Wen Yu quietly wrote "Kill" on my palm, I shook my head and clenched my hands together with his, he was staring at our hand in a daze, I patted his head to make him feel like this Don't be stupid, he came back to his senses and looked at me with bright eyes.

I didn't pay attention to his thoughts, I was only busy listening to what the man said, and after he finished speaking, I stroked the corner of my clothes and stood up.I smiled, picked up the jug containing sour plum soup and respected the man from a distance, then smiled and said: "Everything the young man said is true.

As soon as I said this, the whispering around suddenly became boiling, and it was probably for me to clean up the door.On the contrary, Wen Yu kept staring at me, not at all like someone who was asked to clean up by so many people.I raised my hand, smiled, and continued: But if you were the innkeeper, would you still think so?You are born with precious life, you can be educated by Qiu Ming Mansion, you can become a disciple and leave the mansion, and everyone should respect you as a young hero, but if you have no martial arts, no Qiu Ming Mansion to rely on, you can still live on an inn. You have to support a family of several people, but do you still think so?

I paused, and scanned the quiet arena.Meaningfully pointing out: A woman who sang pornographic songs came to sell and sing without your consent, almost ruining the reputation of you and the inn. Accused of being unkind, and being forced to draw a sword, how cold is the heart.Fortunately, my shadow guard rescued me, so this difficulty was avoided.If my shadow guard didn't make a move and the boss died because of this, Shaoxia thinks the boss is wronged?I think the boss has been wronged, not only wronged but also very wronged.If the descriptions in the previous books are true, I am afraid that there will be snow in June, and there will be a three-year drought, and some people will splatter three feet of white silk.

After that, I spoke faster and faster until the last sentence was over. I raised my eyes and stared at the person in the field of vision coldly. He subconsciously took a step back. I then smiled and said: "So, the young man still owes me a shadow guard." What about favors?

He stared wide-eyed, arguing with unsteady breath: You are making unreasonable words, obviously...!

I hooked the corner of my mouth and interrupted what he was going to say, and continued: Since you feel unfair and want to challenge, I will give you the person you want to challenge, please go ahead.

He was a little flustered and he couldn't stand up. I guess he was planning to make Wen Yu faceless and shameless, but because of me, he changed the direction of the wind, and the whispers in the venue were unheard and no one stopped him And objecting to my decision to let Wen Yu go, after all, this is the active provocation of Qiu Mingfu disciples.

I looked in the direction of Qiu Ming Mansion. The person sitting in the center seat was holding a sapphire Xiao and bowed his hands to me. I sat down lazily and picked up the sour plum soup and gestured to him. Then I saw Wen Yu who was able to finish the challenge quickly. But he was beating that person over and over again.

The disciple of the Qiuming Mansion was kicked down when he stood up, and was kicked when he stood up, and then Wen Yu got up coldly, and so repeatedly, the man was so angry that he took out the accompanying instrument, and was kicked out by Wen Yu directly. the venue.

There was no sound in the arena, I lowered my head and supported my forehead to hold back a laugh, then looked at the faces of Qiu Mingfu disciples opposite me and laughed out loud.The expression on the other side was even uglier. I completely ignored Wen Qingyi and Wen Yian's inquiries and obstructions. I just asked him after Wen Yu came back, why wasting time cleaning up that person? He took out a handkerchief and gave it to me. Wiping the thin sweat from his forehead, he said, it is not easy for the master to rest, but he woke you up, and death is also to be blamed.

I looked at this person who said such words with a cold face and was a little confused. I couldn't connect him with the person whose eyes were red all the time in front of me, so I became wicked. Finally, in front of all eyes, I hooked my hands and let him bend his body and lean his ear close to me. As I spoke, I touched his earlobe with a seemingly invisible kiss, and then deliberately lowered my voice: Now, cry for me.

Of course he didn't cry, but he blushed for an instant as if he was about to bleed. He glanced at me and laughed again, accusing me of no weight.