Princess Against the World

"When we came in just now, we met two outer disciples, they were drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion behind... When passing by, I heard one of them complaining, complaining that someone was chosen to be a disciple when they came. After two years of hard work here, I haven't succeeded in the competition..."

Ling Luoyu frowned: "Someone has become a disciple without taking part in the disciple competition?"

"Correct!"

Feng Chenglin bowed his head calmly.

"I think that person is Dingmiao!!"

Ling Luoyu also had this intuition! !

Because Dingmiao was directly selected by Xingjun and brought back to Mount Midie.

With such an identity, it is entirely reasonable to be directly promoted to become a disciple.

She glanced at Huang Long and Qi Yue quietly, and lowered her eyes slightly: "Fatty, play with me!"

Backyard, gazebo.

On the stone pier in the pavilion, there were two outer disciples sitting, one of which was full of sadness, shaking the wine cup.

"In another year, if I can't take the exam anymore, I will end up with no bones left!"

"Who said no!"

The other was also gloomy, and took a sip of wine with his head held high, and gasped straight.

"I have competed for the second year today. If I can't take the exam again, next year will be my last chance..."

"Brother, you still have at least two chances. Unlike me, this is the only time for life and death..."

"..."

Suddenly--

"I said that person must be a woman, otherwise he would not be favored by Xingjun like this!"

An unscrupulous roar interrupted the two in an instant.

"Hush, you don't want to die, dare you to say this? If it reaches Xingjun's ears, will you still die?!"

"I can't live long anyway. Whose hands are you dead?"

"It doesn't matter if you think about it, don't involve me..."

While speaking, Feng Chenglin hurried past the pavilion.

When he saw the two, his expression was obviously shocked, and he quickly looked behind him.

"...You...you didn't hear anything, I didn't say anything..."

He said, as if hiding from the plague, he left in a hurry.

Behind him, Ling Luoyu was drunk and staggered over.

"Look at you...what are you afraid of...Isn’t it true that I’m telling you?! I can’t compete this year...this year...that’s a dead end...anyway, it’s all death, so what else can’t you say? ..."

With her gaze flowing, she looked at the two of them, drunkenly smiling, and staggered over.

"Two... brothers, do you think... is it..."

After belching, Ling Luoyu sat down beside the two of them, full of indignation.

"You said...Why can he directly become a disciple as soon as he comes... We... We have worked hard for so many years, but Xingjun just can't see..."

The light in her eyes flashed, she suddenly smiled mysteriously, lowered her voice, and her tongue was big, and she said vaguely.

"So I said... that newly promoted disciple... must be a woman... We Xingjun was fainted by her, so... just... directly... directly..."

She suddenly turned around, retching, but she couldn't vomit anything.

The two outsiders also had a bit of alcohol, but they were still sober.

Hearing Ling Luoyu mentioned the newly promoted disciple, he couldn't help but glance at each other.

"This junior, have you heard of it too?"

"I heard... what did I hear?" Ling Luoyu looked at the two men dumbfounded as if drinking a piece.