The days of Kuai Chuan's counterattack with a male god

Chapter 665 Master on the top (20)

A bad premonition suddenly rose in Wushuang's heart, but she forcibly suppressed it, so it should be fine.

Fat Hu stood outside the door, heard what Mo Yan said to Wushuang, and worried: "Boss, have you really signed up?"

"Nonsense, can I still tell lies?" Mo Yan almost sat on the recliner, very leisurely.

"But you are gone, who will manage our outer door?" Fat Tiger was worried: "And you are gone, what should we do?"

Mo Yan lay with his legs crossed, took out a handful of melon seeds from the table next to him and ate them: "Cold salad."

"However, I'm actually not worried. After all, the boss's cultivation has not reached the foundation building level, so he can't enter the inner door at all."

Sitting up silently, he slapped Fat Tiger on the head: "Nonsense, I'm building a foundation now, but I'm too lazy to go to the inner door."

"Ah? Really?" Fat Tiger covered his head in surprise: "Boss, you don't really want to abandon us, do you? Do you really like Shi Wushuang? That's why you want to go with her?"

Hearing Fat Tiger's words, Mo Yan was taken aback suddenly, he felt his cheeks getting hotter little by little.

He lay down again, covered his face with a banana fan, and said ferociously, "How is that possible."

He doesn't like her, he just wants to play in the inner sect.

……

Time passed quickly, and it was the day of the competition meeting.

Wushuang Tou went to bed early at night, had a good night's sleep, and when he woke up, it was just dawn.

And she was woken up by a knock on the door.

"what?"

There was a silent voice outside: "Sister Wushuang, get up, the competition will start soon."

Wushuang sat up sleepily, her voice was still hoarse after waking up: "I see."

"Get up early, or you will be late, and you will be disqualified if you are late." Mo Yan reminded outside the door that Wushuang's door had been repaired, otherwise he would have rushed in to shake her awake.

"OK."

Wushuang got up and started dressing.

When he came out with the wooden sword, Mo Yan held a bun in his right hand and left hand, he gnawed on one, and handed the other to Wushuang: "Sister Wushuang, come and eat the buns, and only use your strength to win the game when you're full."

"Yeah." Wushuang took the bun and gnawed it directly: "It tastes good."

"Of course, I wrapped it myself." Mo Yan raised his chin proudly.

Wushuang expressed doubts: "Are you idle? Or did you take the wrong medicine?"

"You were busy before, so I made some buns for you to eat when I had nothing to do." Mo Yan's mouth was full of food: "It's very delicious, I made it with the best ingredients, When I was at home, I learned from my mother that you were the first other than my mother to eat the buns I made myself."

Wushuang glanced at him sideways and laughed: "It seems that I am very honored."

"Yes, so sister Wushuang, you must treat me well in the future. Only by being kind to me can you live more comfortably in the future."

Wushuang stuffed the half-eaten bun into his hand, "Come on, it's fine if you don't ask someone to beat me."

Mo Yan looked at the bun in his hand that Wushuang had half gnawed, and said with a guilty conscience: "That was before, I was threatened by others, but now I am not willing to beat you, it is too late for my heartache..."

Mo Yan realized what he said, and covered his mouth with his hand: "When I didn't say anything..."

Wu Shuang sighed silently in his heart, passed by Mo Yan, and saw the contempt and impatience of the disciples waiting in the yard looking at her.

"What time is this? I just got up now, and it has delayed everyone's participation in the competition. Can you bear it?"

(End of this chapter)