With system support: What's wrong with clicking like crazy?

In a short while, the area around the circular platform was already packed with people. There were three layers of people inside and outside, it was extremely lively!

"Long time no see, Miss Feng...!" Suddenly a male voice came from the side.

"Hey... Lin Mobai...!" Feng Qingjiu turned around and saw Lin Mobai still wearing a mask.

Looking at the masked man, Ye Xiumo exclaimed, "Ah... Ah Mo remembers you. It was you who saved Sister Fairy at the Second Prince's Mansion last time...!"

Lin Mobai nodded slightly: "Your Majesty has a really good memory...!"

"Are you Miss Feng..." Qian Jinlai looked at Feng Qingjiu with admiration.

Feng Qingjiu: "Yeah...what's wrong...?"

Qian Jinlai's eyes sparkled as he grabbed Feng Qingjiu's wrist and said, "Miss Feng, do you know that I heard all kinds of rumors about you before I even arrived in the capital?"

"You are my idol...!"

Looking at the hand on Feng Qingjiu's wrist, Ye Xiumo drooped his face and said, "Uncle, don't you know that men and women should not touch each other?"

Qian Jinlai immediately let go of Feng Qingjiu's wrist: "Sorry, sorry, I was so excited that I forgot my manners...!"

"Ms. Feng... do you know that this life-and-death duel between you and Ms. Murong involves the entire fortunes of many people?"

"All of my assets?" Feng Qingjiu asked curiously, "What do you mean...?"

Qian Jinlai explained: "Everyone in the casino is betting on you and Miss Murong, who will win...!"

"I also bet three hundred taels of silver...!"

"So who did you bet on to win...?" Feng Qingjiu asked.

Qian Jinlai scratched his head embarrassedly: "Hehe... I bet on Miss Murong to win...!"

Dong Xue glanced at him and said, "Tsk... you have no vision... your three hundred taels of silver will definitely be wasted...!"

"Ah... no way... that's all my assets!" Qian Jinlai exclaimed in surprise.

"Ms. Feng... you won't win, will you...!"

Feng Qingjiu smiled speechlessly: "Hehe...!"

It’s really haha!

There were so many weird people in ancient times!

Just now he said that he was his idol! Now he hopes that he will die.

I am speechless!

"Ajiu...!" the beautiful mother's voice came.

Hey! My mother's voice!

Feng Qingjiu turned around in surprise and saw that it was indeed his beautiful mother. When he saw the man standing next to her, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.

The man standing behind Song Shu was Feng Luo!

"Mom...did he bring you up here?" Feng Qingjiu frowned.

What is going on with the beautiful mother?

Damn, this old bitch Feng Luo must have used some tricks!

Otherwise, it would be impossible for the beautiful mother to ignore Uncle Gu for no reason and now go to Wuyun Peak with this old man.

No way, no way, is this a prelude to a reunion?

Oh my god! What's so good about this old scumbag?

Song Shu glanced at the people behind her and nodded: "Well... Mom wanted to come with you this morning, but she was afraid of causing trouble for you, so she just...!"

"Ajiu... don't blame your mother... I was the one who went to the warm courtyard to find your mother...! Today is the life-and-death duel between you and Miss Murong... As your father, of course I have to come and take a look." Feng Luo pretended to be a kind father.

If you don’t know, you would think he loves his daughter so much!

Hypocritical old guy!

"Hehe..." Feng Qingjiu smiled coldly: "Thank you... If your whole family doesn't come to cause trouble for me... I will be very grateful...!"

"Ajiu...!" Song Shu said in a low voice.

Feng Qingjiu smiled: "Okay, okay...I won't say anything...!"

…………

System: [Host, it's over. Gu Jingan won't have no chance to act now! Your scumbag father is back.]

Feng Qingjiu: [Ah... What can I do? I can't influence my mother's thoughts, right...? She is an adult, she has her own considerations...! ]

The system nodded: [Host, you are right...! ]

When Feng Qingjiu thought of the extremely handsome middle-aged man with a gentle smile who had never married in his life, and then looked at the old man in front of him who acted so well, he felt a little sad for Gu Jingan.

Hey……!

Feng Qingjiu raised her eyes and saw Gu Jingan not far away looking at her beautiful mother.

That look made it feel like he was about to break...!

I can’t look at it, I can’t look at it. Just looking at the look in my uncle’s eyes makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Shu'er...! Would you like some water...?" Feng Luo took out a kettle from his waist and looked at Song Shu tenderly.

Song Shu smiled and nodded: "No, thank you...!"

Looking at his appearance, Feng Qingjiu rolled her eyes in her heart, what a bastard, what an old bitch! So fucking disgusting!

Dong Xue, who was standing by, also had distorted features. She leaned close to her young lady's ear and whispered, "Young lady...what is Prime Minister Feng trying to do?"

Feng Qingjiu shook his head: "Mu Mi ah......!"

After staying with the young lady for a long time, Dongxue understood the meaning of the strange words she said.

Just like the sentence "Mu Mi A" means I don't know.

...............

At this moment, a figure flew onto the round stage, picked up the drumstick and struck the big drum.

This person was Ye Xiuming. Since this year it happened to be the Tiansheng Kingdom's turn to host the event, the person who beat the drum could only be someone from the Tiansheng Kingdom's royal family.

When the drums sounded, a piece of music started. At the moment the music started, twelve girls flew to the top of the twelve pillars and began to dance.

This scene caused everyone on the scene to be amazed.

“Wonderful, wonderful…!”

"This year's Tiansheng event is more interesting than the one held by Xuanyuan three years ago...!"

"Yeah yeah……!"

The end of the music and dance means the competition officially begins.

Usually the person who has made a life-or-death duel is the last to go on stage.

With a whoosh, a man carrying a large sword flew onto the stage. “Everyone, my name is Broken Sword. Please teach me…!”

Broken Knife? This name is interesting? Hearing this name, Feng Qingjiu's mouth twitched.

As soon as he finished speaking, another man with a big knife on his back flew up: "I will cut the knife... Brother, please teach me...!"

So the two men wielding broadswords began to compete.

Po Dao's figure flashed, and he swept across the ground like a flowing cloud. The long sword in his hand turned into a silver streak and went straight to the vital point on Zhan Dao's chest.

Zhan Dao remained calm, tapped his feet lightly, and instantly retreated several feet, while the long sword in his hand swung out at an incredible speed.

It left behind a faint afterimage, brushing past the broken knife's attack. When the two knives collided, there was a crisp "clang" sound and sparks flew.

"Wow...so exciting...!" Feng Qingjiu couldn't help but exclaim.

Looking at her cheerful daughter, Song Shu's face was full of worry.

The swordsmanship of the man with the broken knife is fierce yet agile!

The swordsmanship of the man with the knife is fast, accurate and ruthless!

Soon the man with the knife was defeated.