Son-in-law, your wife ran away again

Xiao Yan's reaction was a bit strange.

Hua Zhaoying immediately thought to herself.

However, when he looked up and saw Ling Shaoqing, he felt that Mu Yan's reaction was justified.

Anyone who suddenly saw him making such great progress would be speechless in surprise.

"nothing."

Hua Zhaoying suddenly said.

"You'll have it too."

Wan Muyan blinked her eyes, and looked at him as if she didn't understand what he said.

Hua Zhaoying thought that this girl wanted to be strong and not be seen through, so she didn't say anything.

what?fan?

Mu Yan thought to herself.

Not long after, she recalled the events on the other side.

"How's the situation over there?"

Dusk Smoke asked.

"From the beginning, the Dikun Sect will win."

Hua Zhaoying said very firmly.

Mu Yan was a little surprised.

"But they all said before, Huo Limen said that in this competition, the strongest person who is most likely to win in the end, in the eyes of everyone, the Dikunmen is just a long-term."

Dusk Smoke said.

Hua Zhaoying nodded.

"That's true." But he turned his eyes to Mu Yan again, his eyes swept from Mu Yan's head to her feet.

"But at the beginning, people also looked at the four sons of Yingmen in this way."

In the evening, the smoke is clear.

"But this Dikun Sect really wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger."

Hua Zhaoying smiled.

At this moment, the pitch had already been settled.

The sound of the conch horn sounded in the audience, and the game came to an end.

Still standing on the stage was Ling Shaoqing holding a folding fan.

The jade belt fluttered on the young man's head, and he unfolded the folding fan in his hand, covering half of his face, leaving only a pair of eyebrows and eyes stained with a smile.

Dressed in black and red, his figure was straight and slender, and Ling Shaoqing saw Mu Yan in the audience at a glance.

Obviously, the boy's eyes have been bent into crescents.

He put away the folding fan, revealing eight bright teeth, he raised the folding fan, and waved it towards the evening mist.

Looking at his mouth shape, Mu Yan guessed that he was saying, you are here.

Mu Yan walked down to the auditorium.

The audience exited the stage, and a dark group of people left along the exit. In the end, only Wan Muyan and the master behind her remained in place.

Seeing this, Ling Ruoshui quickly raised an eyebrow at Ling Shaoqing, patted him on the shoulder, and smiled at him.

Ling Shaoqing ignored him, just jumped off the stage, the hair tie flew into the air, and then fell vertically.

He quickly ran up to Mu Yan, like... a puppy who wants to be praised by his master.

Seeing the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, Mu Yan just sighed lightly, and then laughed out loud again.

"It seems that such a big game didn't consume much of your energy."

After Mu Muyan finished saying this, Ling Shaoqing was so excited that Ling Shaoqing showed exhaustion again.

With his hands on his hips, he said to Mu Yan with a bitter face: "Who said there is no? I'm so tired, I'm almost exhausted, and I don't know how to regain my strength."

Wan Yan quietly watched his performance.

"How about, Xiao Yan, you and I have a meal together, maybe I'll recover."

Having said that, Ling Shaoqing became excited again, her eyes filled with anticipation.

Wan Muyan glared at him, and said, "You are just taking the opportunity to make a request, just playing tricks."

"How can you say I'm playing bomb?"

Ling Shaoqing felt wronged again.

"Aren't I strong today? It takes a lot of spiritual and physical energy to become so powerful!"

This person is really hard to change, and his nature is hard to change.