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Yang Ze felt that Wen Qingyan was like a big dog, wagging its fluffy tail to be cute and begging to be caressed beside him, with big wet eyes flickering.

To be honest, he really didn't know how the original owner became good friends with a person of this character.

Wen Qingyan took the teacup held by Yang Ze quite naturally, took a sip and said, "I saw that kitten you raised when I was driving ahead."

Yang Ze: "..." Who?

As if sensing Yang Ze's confusion, Wen Qingyan rubbed his chin: "Your apprentice, what's his name... Mo..."

Yang Ze fell into a great shock, trying to connect his apprentice and the kitten in his mind, while not forgetting to remind: "Mo Xun."

"Ah, yes, Mo Xun." Wen Qingyan smiled, his voice softly attached to Yang Ze's ear, "Didn't you see the way he barks his teeth and claws... I wish I could blow my hair up."

"Aze, look, does it look like that?"

Yang Ze was about to ask what he looked like, but when he raised his eyes, he saw Mo Xun striding towards him, his eyes fixed on the part of Wen Qingyan's face that was stuck to his face, and the smile on his mouth gradually faded: "—Mr. Respect."

Yang Ze felt a guilty conscience like a mystery, and immediately chose to lower his eyes noblely and coldly.

Wen Qingyan rolled up his sleeves, still with a harmless smile on his face: "Brother Mo Xun?"

Mo Xun nodded coldly, but his eyes never left Wen Qingyan's shoulder leaning on Yang Ze's body, his dark eyes were bottomless, with a faint light: "Master, the disciples have already signed up."

"...Well." Yang Ze was a little confused by the current situation, and subconsciously responded, and then turned his head to look at the warm and smiling Yan who leaned on him, and the cold-eyed Mo who was smiling and not smiling. Xun finally verified the vague idea in his heart before——

——Shu, Shura field...?

What's going on with this atmosphere where old and new lovers meet and fight each other! ! !Wen Qingyan, you are holding back! !Do you know how you ended up dying! !Do you know how I can't die in the end! ! !Mo Xun, wake up, you are a straight stud, your journey is the ocean of stars! !

Yang Ze, who was trying to struggle, said something that the original owner should not have said: "How does Mo Xun feel about the previous woman?"

Mo Xun looked at Yang Ze in disbelief, and after a long time, he said slowly, gritted his teeth, "It's not worth mentioning."

Yang Ze: "..." TVT is over, the male protagonist has no desire for this kind of glamorous sister, and has already been bent by himself, what should I do, can this plot continue, what should I do?Waiting online, the explosion is urgent.

Wen Qingyan raised his eyebrows: "Who?"

Yang Ze flipped through the original book in his mind, and hesitantly watched Wen Qingyan's facial expression change: "...Zeng Xinyan."

Alas! !Wen Qingyan's face turned dark! ! !

What happened to the plot when he didn't know it! ! !Why can't he spoil the original work! ! !

Wen Qingyan was silent for a while, then sighed slowly, and his expression returned to normal: "It's this woman again, she really lingers..."

It seems that there is really an unbearable past.

Yang Ze suddenly didn't want to know that much.

The deafening bell rang suddenly, and the lingering sound lingered over the venue, signaling the official start of the martial arts competition.Yang Ze immediately remembered the Everbright Junhua faction, one of the main tasks, and looked at the important person who completed this task: "You go."

Mo Xun remained motionless, his eyes fixed on Wen Qingyan stubbornly.

Wen Qingyan put his hands into his sleeves and looked back with a smile.

Yang Ze: "..." Enough! !Both of you are straight men in the original book (right)! ! !What are you doing now! !Why does no one care about the degree of this OOC! ! !

"... Hurry up." Seeing that the two were at a stalemate, Yang Ze had no choice but to lower his face and look at Mo Xun, urging him coldly.

The boy's hands hidden in the sleeves of his wide robe tightened inch by inch, he leaned over stiffly to say goodbye, and the moment he turned around and walked out of Yang Ze's sight, countless hatred and sharp murderous intent gushed out from the depths of his eyes - all of which were not missing. It fell into Zeng Xinyan's eyes.

The glamorous woman slowly curled her long hair with her fingers, and let out a light laugh with great interest.

Over the years, the disciples of the Junhua Sect have all been outstanding, apart from the fact that there are few opponents, and because every disciple who appears in the martial arts competition is first-class and handsome.

At this time of year, almost all gangs with a little reputation in the Jianghu will gather here to see what the next young man who is about to disturb the situation will look like.

And this year, this young man standing on the ring seems to be different from all the previous ones. There seems to be a bottomless cave in his eyes, and all the brilliance is drawn into it.The young man was tall and slender, with a humble smile, and nodded at the opponent who had just stepped on the stage. Just when everyone thought he was a handsome young man, the next second he shot fiercely and stunned the onlookers.

Every move, every style, is very vicious.

In the stands, those who were still inexperienced in martial arts were stunned, and praised "heroes come from young men since ancient times", but the faces of the heads of the major factions all turned cold - he was still a teenager, but there was a terrifying murderous look in his eyes. Italian and bloody.

When he reaches the peak, countless people will become the dead under his sword.

Wen Qingyan looked at Mo Xun on the ring: "Ah Ze, what kind of apprentice did you teach?"

Yang Ze covered his face in his heart and cried—an apprentice who will eat me alive in the future.