Women's clothing bosses always want to give up on male protagonists

These words were heard by all the monks, and they looked at each other and smiled for a while, especially Venerable Xingxi turned the hookah twice at that time, and sighed, "Little dolls have so many love-hate entanglements, and they feel like they are Also young."

As for Yin Ciyue, who was scolded, after being stared at, she seriously reflected on her own faults, and finally came to the conclusion that there was nothing at all, and the little liar was making excuses again.

He was somewhat used to it, and he didn't pay attention to losing his temper at all, and was more thinking about the subconscious evasion action of the little princess just now.

Yin Ciyue had to pay attention. After all, when Yin Shilang approached Yan Luofan, he was ready to watch the two chat and laugh happily, ridiculing and mocking, but the little liar couldn't hide his annoyance, and hid behind him His evasive actions made people doubt his previous deduction.

Thinking of this, he lightly raised his long eyelashes, and his dark phoenix eyes stared at the slim figure on the high platform.

No matter how many times you look at it, you will be amazed by the beautiful face of the Creator with exquisite skills. The amber light brown eyes are always shining with water, clear and transparent, like unworldly mountain birds and beasts, with a distinctive freshness, But a touch of crimson at the end of the eyes adds charm.

Appearance and heart are both different contradictions that make people ponder.

At this time, the head of the sect spoke, briefly summarizing the rules, "One stick of incense, if you fall off the mountain by any means, you will lose, and the competition begins—"

Yan Luofan was in a state of high concentration, holding a soft whip in his hand, and was not sensitive to other people's sight perception, "Click as far as you can, click as far as you can."

I just hope that the loss will not be too ugly, otherwise the city master Yan will not be able to explain.

If the description in the novel is more specific, he might not have a way to win, but the author's attributes are a mystery, and he has written a lot of eloquent appearances. The most critical fighting process is just a simple sentence: The banquet princess is negligent. Cultivation, the strength was lost, after throwing the soft whip, Fang Xiangling used his strength to beat him, and fell down the ledge.

"Why didn't you make a move?" Fang Xiangling frowned faintly, and asked with the long silver sword in her hand.

Isn't it exactly the same as the original text?Yan Luofan pursed his red lips, and asked back, "Didn't you also make a move?"

Fang Xiangling snorted dissatisfiedly. She was still proud of her swordsmanship, but she was only worried about seriously injuring this delicate and weak beauty, but they both hated each other. Little face."

After finishing speaking, the silver sword quickly approached like a snake.

After all, the final outcome is to be hunted down and then stabbed to death with two swords. Yan Luofan has practiced nothing else in the past few years. He has spent a lot of effort in avoiding and escaping, especially when he is familiar with all angles of sword stabbing. The opportunity took a step back and easily dodged.

The next thing is not like a fight between the two parties, it is more appropriate to call it a chasing competition, after half a stick of incense, Fang Xiangling, who injected spiritual energy into every sword, was a little out of breath, holding up the sword: "You! Do you want to compete or not, are you deliberately humiliating me?"

At the beginning, she was still thinking about not hurting the face of the little princess. After all, there are not many beauties on the list who do not value their faces more than their lives. Afterwards, she no longer has the heart to control it. But, "Why can't I stab it?!"

Yin Ciyue watched from the queue. Although he tried his best to avoid meeting Yan Luofan in the past few days, he was never ambiguous about helping him cultivate. He knew how much a little liar weighed, so he couldn't help laughing at this scene. This is still a little rascal.

Yan Luofan smiled dryly, and occasionally swung the soft whip to push the silver sword away, wouldn't he be invincible?

"You are too powerful..." I couldn't help it.

It was this distraction that Fang Xiangling seized the opportunity to tighten the soft whip wrapped around the silver sword, and then——pulled it with all her strength, "I think you still have to..." Meaning.

Before she finished speaking, the weak and slender beauty was hit by her arms because of her pulling, and she couldn't hold back her strength and took two steps back, stumbled and fell down the ledge.

A crowd of exclamations sounded, Yin Ciyue frowned first, took a step unconsciously, and then remembered how could a monk be injured by falling off a high platform?He looked at the foot he had taken, and retracted it, a little annoyed.

But Jin Shurong, who has been paying attention to the battle situation, was confused and went over immediately: "Did you not hurt yourself?!"

Fang Xiangling lay flat on the ground, turned her head to look at Yan Luofan who was lying on the side, should it be said that she deserves to be number one on the beauty list?She has skin that is smoother and softer than egg white, light brown eyelashes with distinct roots, and the heart-melting fear in the glass-like eyes.

Also, it smells so good.

In addition to the fragrance of herbs, there is also a hint of sweetness that does not belong to any anthers.

Their Fang family makes incense and poison, and they can distinguish thousands of incenses in the world, but they can't classify the fragrances.

Before Fang Xiangling sniffed it carefully, or expressed any opinion on the state of the nephrite in her arms, the "nephrite" bounced off quickly like an electric shock, treating her as something dirty that shouldn't be touched, " what do you mean?"

She had never been disgusted like this before.

Yan Luofan felt that his life was not long, and felt a little ashamed, so he stretched out his hand to help him: "Are you not injured? Sorry, I didn't mean it."

Now it's Fang Xiangling's turn to be at a loss. Was she too fierce just now?It was just a subconscious reaction.She stood up and changed her tone: "I, I didn't say to blame you."

Jin Shurong hurried over to make sure they were not injured. He breathed a sigh of relief, and he couldn't question the normal competition, so he told him in a muffled voice, "Be careful in the future. In case of a sprain, even if it is easily cured, it will still hurt."

Yan Luofan nodded absentmindedly.

He blamed himself, what did he do?

A man was dragged into someone's arms, so he shouldn't slack off in cultivation.

Now it is even more impossible to tell Yin Ciyue that he is a man, and throwing himself into the arms of an important female character is never allowed to happen a second time!

Thinking of this, Yan Luofan sneaked a guilty glance in the direction of Yin Ciyue, who knew he was caught, and immediately turned his head, trying to cover up.

This series of small movements was seen by Jin Shurong on one side, she blinked, and sighed: "Look at Yin Ciyue, what's going on, seeing that you fell and didn't come over to help you, your feet are on the ground? Cold-blooded."

Yin Ciyue has nothing to refute. It is normal for him to care about his fiancée, but he seems to be competing with someone, and the idea that he will lose if he expresses his concern has the upper hand.

If this set of words was put on in normal times, Yan Luofan would be happy to follow along and make use of the topic, but he was doing something wrong, so he couldn't criticize anything, so he said vaguely: "He and I only have that kind of relationship. Not very close."

Jin Shurong was holding a handkerchief to wipe Yan Luofan's hands, covering his mouth and almost laughing out loud.

Tsk, she almost felt sorry for this little genius.

But she didn't want to speak for her opponent, so she pretended to be enlightened and clapped her hands: "Oh~ I see."

Fang Xiangling listened from the side, always felt that something was wrong there, especially the expression of Yin Ciyue, her crush, seemed to have a slight grievance and annoyance in it.

But Fang and Yin's family are very close. She claims that they grew up together, and she knows Yin Ciyue's mind very well. "Rational and decisive, do things without regret" is his principle, let alone because of the little princess's words. Feel wronged?

The most important thing is that even if Yin Ciyue was touched by the little princess, she didn't feel jealous or angry.

strangeness.

"Little princess."

She called softly, and saw the little princess looking over blankly.

"What kind of incense do you use?"

Yan Luofan also knows that he always smells of herbs because of the medicines he takes, but the efficacy of the herbs can't be shown on the surface, "Is the smell of the medicines on you? I don't use incense, but I will use Youyun's special clothes for clothes." Incense, that's probably what you're smelling."

Jin Shurong was the first to stand up and retort: ​​"No, our special incense doesn't taste like this."

Fang Xiangling took another two sniffs before getting a definite answer, and after sniffing carefully, "The herbal medicine is Tiannanyu, the incense is before the rain, and there should be a smell of sugar cake... The rest, could it be your body fragrance, little princess?" ?"

From the moment the name of the herb was read out, Yan Luofan was very nervous and denied it: "I don't have such a thing as body fragrance."

Fang Xiangling still wanted to be reasonable, and refused to let her go, "You can't usually smell body fragrance by yourself."

Venerable Xingxi watched the excitement for a long time and laughed silently. After meeting the helpless eyes of the headmaster, he finally remembered to preside over the overall situation: "Okay, the time for a stick of incense has passed, Fang Xiangling fell from the cliff first , Yan Luofan wins. Don’t take it to heart, it’s useless to win or lose anyway.”

To speak so bluntly.

Fang Xiangling didn't care about winning or losing, she was more interested in the fragrance of Yan Luofan now, just like a little tail behind her.

As soon as Yan Luofan heard about it, he felt that he was going to be crushed in the next step, so he had to hide by Yin Ciyue's side again, and lowered his voice: "You don't care."

Yin Ciyue's straight and thick eyelashes left a shadow on her face, her voice was like a cold spring breaking the ice, "Take care?"

"I'm not very close to the little princess, it's just that relationship."

Yan Luofan: "..."

Isn't this just a rephrasing of what he just said?

However, "I didn't say I was close. Didn't you know Fang Xiangling since childhood? You two have a good relationship, please help persuade me."

Then I saw Yin Ciyue's even uglier face, if it was just the cold of early winter, now it is like the broken ice on the top of the snow mountain, not only cold but also stinging.

"Who told you that?"

Yan Luofan can't be said to have read it from a novel, can it?He bit the bullet, "I found it myself, anyway, do you care?"

Before Yin Ciyue could reply, Venerable Xingxi coughed twice on the high platform, and after attracting everyone's attention, he waved to Yan Luofan, "Come on, let me take a closer look."

Yan Luofan has been blushing with embarrassment very frequently recently, he pointed at himself with a hint of fantasy, hoping to get a reply by shaking his head, but Venerable Xingxi's light nod broke his fantasy.

He walked away under the witness of everyone.

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