Chapter 821: His Goal, Where Is It?
Shen Li won, and quickly walked back to Lu Jiuque's side, not with the joy of victory, but patiently waiting for the opponent who was fighting against him to "come out", Yinglang's eyebrows were full of gloom and solemnity.
Unlike the disciples of the Zixia Sect and the disciples of the Ming Mirror Sect, Yi Li and Mei Ke, no matter who wins, will be a tricky trouble.
If Mei Ke wins, then it's best, he will take matters into his own hands and avenge Wen Luo!
"Xiao Jiu'er, which of them do you think will win?"
Lu Jiuque pursed his lips: "This is really hard to say." β
Yi Li is unfathomable to Mei Ke, the other is cunning and insidious, and she can't say who wins or loses.
"Easy to leave."
"What?"
"What?"
"Easy to leave will win." Emperor Shifang said lightly, "Mei Ke is not an opponent who is easy to leave. β
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Shen Li glanced at "Ling Han" in surprise, knowing that this was the first time he took the initiative to get his words.
Then, Shen Li glanced at the sky again.
"Senior brother, what are you looking at?"
"Look at the angels, it's not going to rain red......"
Lu Jiuque: "...... brother, you confess so much, what should you do if you are abused by the Great Demon King?"
"Ahem." Lu Jiuque coughed lightly and took the initiative to take over the topic, "How do you know?" β
Emperor Shifang raised his eyebrows, the corners of his lips hooked, and he was suddenly full of evil.
"Guess."
After speaking, he leaned into Lu Jiuque's ear again and muttered in a low voice.
"Or, kiss me, and I'll tell you."
Shen Li: "......"
the two of you when he is dead, openly show affection in front of him, and bully people to be single!
In order to confirm the words of Emperor Shifang, sure enough, in no less than ten rounds, Mei Ke's offensive gradually showed a defeat, and it seemed that he was a little more than willing and not enough.
"This ......" Lu Jiuque also saw the vanity under Mei Ke's feet, and suddenly seemed to have discovered a new continent, "Mei Ke is injured?" β
Di Shifang rubbed her head, hooked his lips in enjoyment, and even his voice became lazy, "Finally see it?" Eyes are not decorations. β
Eyes are decorated by some people: can the "......" show affection without abusing the dog?
"Zhengβ"
Yi Li's sword clasped between Mei Ke's throats, and a buzzing sound echoed around the two of them.
One has a sharp look, the other a condensed gaze.
There is an undercurrent surging between the two, but no one understands the meaning.
After a long time, the corners of Mei Ke's lips were lightly raised, and the lips that were so pale that they were almost transparent showed a trace of evil energy.
"I throw in the towel."
The words fell, and the voices boiled.
"Oh my God! Mei Gongzi admits defeat! β
"Who is this Yi Gongzi who came out of nowhere?"
"I don't know who he is, but this game is so exciting, I have goosebumps!"
"Tsk, it's worth the trip to be able to see such a game!"
"Hahaha!"
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Wen Renxu stared at Mei Ke for a moment, patted his thigh, and laughed: "Okay!" Dare to admit defeat is also a kind of responsibility! Well done! In this competition, the Zixia Sect is easy to win! β
"Take!"
"Take!"
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The two of them facing each other, the flame and battle intent in their eyes had not been extinguished, but now this place was not their best battlefield.
Seeing his son-in-law coming down, Ace immediately greeted him with a smile: "Son, you are the best!" That's great! β
Yi Li shook his head helplessly and said, "If you win here, what are you proud of?" β
After saying that, Yi Li's gaze slowly fell on Lu Jiuque's body, and he smiled gently.
His goal is there.