The whole world is taking my CP wrong

Gu Zhaohong and Jin Ziwan left in a huff, and the entire lobby was completely silent.

Zhang Xingyuan, head of Luoxing Mountain, was dumbfounded, and couldn't help looking at Ling Qiufeng.

Ling Qiufeng's face was also gloomy, obviously he didn't expect Gu Zhaohong to come out like this and caught everyone by surprise.

Then the position of the leader of the martial arts... Who will sit?

Master Rujing didn't seem to be angry, just smiled and shook his head.

Xie Weichen frowned. He is Gu Zhaohong's friend. It's no secret in Jianghu, and it's normal to be partial to him. He asked Ling Qiufeng, "Why don't I persuade Zhaohong?"

Ling Qiufeng looked unpredictable, glanced at Zhu Xin who seemed to be very angry with Gu Zhaohong, and waved his hand: "Persuasion? What! Let him go! I don't believe it, there are so many talents in martial arts, and there is no one without him." Can sit on this martial arts lord!"

Pian Feiran said abruptly: "I think it's true, being a martial arts leader is all it takes, and what else is my sweetheart supposed to know? Why are cats and dogs gesticulating and speculating randomly, I think Gu Zhaohong really doesn't need to be the martial arts leader, it's not very interesting!"

The implication is that it's not that Gu Zhaohong himself is capricious, it's that someone has randomly speculated about his sweetheart. Got it?Then you can't be scolded by poking your spine?

Who can bear it if he is a man?

It's not that Gu Zhaohong doesn't know what's good and what's wrong, but because he was forced to do so.

Just as Zhu Xin recovered, she came a little further, and was choked with anger by Pian Feiran again.

Ling Qiufeng said coldly, as if he didn't like Gu Zhaohong's behavior very much, and took the case: "Since Mr. Linfeng voluntarily gave up breaking the formation to be selected, the position of the leader of the martial arts will be determined by all heroes in the world. It will be scheduled at noon tomorrow to compete in the martial arts league!"

……

In the lobby? Those ups and downs had nothing to do with Gu Zhaohong's Jin Ziwan at this moment. Jin Ziwan's hand was held firmly in Gu Zhaohong's palm. He walked fast, and Jin Ziwan was almost dragged by him. Hold back: "Zhaohong!"

Gu Zhaohong stopped in his tracks.

Jin Ziwan stopped behind him, walked around to the right of his body, looked up at him slightly: "Why?"

Gu Zhaohong looked down at him.

Jin Ziwan stubbornly wanted an answer: "Why?"

Gu Zhaohong touched his cheek with the other hand, his eyes were deep and bottomless: "They suspect you, I don't want to."

It would be a lie to say that Jin Ziwan didn't have overwhelming emotion and affection in his heart. His eyes were red, and his fingers were tightly clutching Gu Zhaohong's. Even Gu Zhaohong felt a bit of pain: "You want to be the leader of the martial arts— "

Gu Zhaohong gently interrupted him: "I want to marry you."

He lowered his head, and gently grabbed Jin Ziwan's lips: "For me, the martial arts leader and everything else in this world is not worth mentioning. Only you, I am bound to win."

They fell into a kiss in a small alley on the right side of the Wulin League's conference hall, and their souls trembled when they kissed.

After a kiss, Jin Ziwan recovered a bit, and suddenly thought: "But Zhuxin and Zhujianlou...what are you going to do? Leave it alone?"

He knew Gu Zhaohong well, and knew that he would never leave him alone.

Sure enough, Gu Zhaohong smiled, full of contempt: "If he wants to be, I'll let him be. What can't be compared to gaining and losing."

Jin Ziwan looked at Gu Zhaohong's smile without blinking.

Although he knew from the beginning that Gu Zhaohong was by no means as gentle and harmless as he showed, but he had never seen such a sharp and ruthless appearance. This contrast made Gu Zhaohong look fatally charming. In an instant, the beating heart in Jin Ziwan's chest lost its frequency.

"What's more," Gu Zhaohong raised his eyebrows, "if you don't give him a chance, how can he put all his eggs in one basket?"

Jin Ziwan withdrew his unknowingly bewildered gaze just now, and coughed lightly to cover up his gaffe: "So your real purpose is to force Zhu Xin?"

Gu Zhaohong leaned over again? He kissed him, and then said: "The real purpose is to want you, and it's the way to set up a ring for Zhu Xin."

There was a smile on his lips: "Since the arena is set up, no one can leave until the performance is over."

……

Within an hour, all the people in Jianghu knew that the six sects recognized Gu Zhaohong's position as the leader of the martial arts alliance, but he walked away angrily and resigned.

The melons are all gone.

That is the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance! !He actually threw away all the treasures that were sent to him for the sake of Governor Jin!

This affection...it turns out that it is not just a rumor, but Gu Zhaohong is for real? !

But the sigh is the sigh, more people are still thinking, who should take the position of the leader of the martial arts?At this time, the Martial Arts League released another news. At noon tomorrow, the Martial Arts League will set up a ring in the open area of ​​the mansion to hold a martial arts competition. No matter where you are or what your name is, as long as you can stand at the end of the ring, you will be twenty years from now. The leader of the martial arts!

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

There have been many martial arts leaders who have not been selected in this way. They have almost forgotten the original selection method. Many people are eager to try it. They can't help feeling sorry for Gu Zhaohongsheng. The feeling of admiration.

It's a pity that he is a person who is as beautiful as pearls and jade, so he gave up at the last moment, and I admire him for not caring about his fame...Of course, some people think that he is simply stupid.

And these, Gu Zhaohong turned a deaf ear to them, he was sitting at the table, wiping the Tunyu Sword with a clean cloth.

Ever since he resigned as the leader of the martial arts alliance "without knowing how to praise", he led Feng Qidian and others to move out of the martial arts alliance. This time, he lived in the house in Jiuwanli? While drinking tea, he seemed to be thinking about something, absent-minded.

Gu Zhaohong looked up at him and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Jin Ziwan said casually, "Zhu Xin."

Gu Zhaohong paused as he wiped his sword: "What does he have to think about? He's old and ugly, so he might as well think about me."

Jin Ziwan glanced at him: "Slick tongue."

Gu Zhaohong smiled and polished Tunyu to a glossy finish: "What are you thinking about him?"

"Do you think he will win the championship in one fell swoop tomorrow?" Jin Ziwan seemed to be thinking.

"Of course," Gu Zhaohong replied, "The strength of the Non-Heart Sutra is beyond the imagination of others. If he tries his best, no one will be able to pass ten strokes under his sword."

Jin Ziwan turned his head and tilted his head slightly: "What about you?"

Gu Zhaohong said: "Five moves." He put the sword back into its sheath, Tunyu's sword body and scabbard made a clanking sound as they were grinding together, "He was defeated."

Jin Ziwan raised his eyebrows: "Do you know how many levels he has practiced in the Non-Heart Sutra?"

"I don't know," Gu Zhaohong said concisely, "but he won't be taller than me."

"Why?"

"I'm on the ninth floor of the Non-Heart Sutra. If he wants to surpass me, he can only break through nine and ten. Will bother with these plots."

In the face of absolute strength? There will be no tricks.

A sudden gust of wind slammed the originally open window shut, revealing branches swaying in the wind on the window paper, and the wind that was blown up at the moment the window was blown closed blew out the three candles on the table There are two, and only one is still stubbornly twinkling on.

Gu Zhaohong put the swallowed fish on the table.

"The wind picked up."

At this time, the door was suddenly knocked with "Duk Tuk—".

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