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"Why are you crying?" The voice that was like a pendant in a clear spring whispered softly against the pinna, and there was hot air blowing through the whispers, making her tickle so that she couldn't help but hide, but the arms around her waist couldn't break free. There is a careless domineering.

Zhongli Qingben was still full of grievances, but under this embrace, he forgot what he wanted to say in an instant, and felt that the strength of the cloth between the waist was so hot, as if all the strength and all the minds that depended on thinking were flowing with him. The close temperature was sucked away.

She couldn't help but make a hypocritical wish: It would be great if this embrace could always be held.

Reason quickly returned, and she clearly reprimanded her wishful thinking. Zhong Liqing pursed her lips, calmed down, blinked her eyes, and nonchalantly approached Jun Moci's ear with a smile: "Your Majesty is so considerate, I am very happy." Why are you crying before it's too late?"

After speaking, he felt that the hand holding her was loosened, and he had been thrown out of the embrace. He had to use all his strength to stabilize himself so as not to fall to the ground in embarrassment.

With a wry smile on the corner of her mouth, Zhong Liqing turned around gracefully, shook out her folding fan, and shook it in front of her, looking suave and suave, as if she hadn't been hurt by Jun Moci at all.

And taking advantage of this turning around, with a turn of his gaze, he also scanned the environment where she and Jun Moci landed, although his brows and eyes were still smiling, but there was a "thump" in his heart, and the secret thought was not good—just Know that Yao Ruling has no good intentions!

The teleportation array they landed in was a temporary one-way array. No wonder the space was torn apart and extremely unstable during the teleportation. If Jun Moci hadn't protected her at the critical moment, I'm afraid that with her cultivation base, even If you don't get torn into pieces by the turbulent flow in that space, you will definitely not end well.

——How can there be Jiang Liulang in this huge place?

Thinking of this, Zhong Liqing tightened her folding fan, and knocked on her forehead in frustration: Once she encounters something related to A Niang, she is easy to be impulsive, and she clearly guesses that Yao Ruling has something wrong, but she is still hot-headed and falls into it recklessly. fell into the trap... Zhong Liqing was most annoyed that Jun Moci was almost implicated.

As the master of the Palace of Banyu, Jun Moci's strength is beyond doubt, but Zhong Liqing is still worried about her, and feels guilty for putting her in danger because of her impulsiveness.

She couldn't bear to apologize, and she didn't dare to look at Jun Moci, so she could only look at the people who were sighing because of their sudden appearance with a smile on her face.

The place where the two of them settled was a high platform several feet above the ground. It was hundreds of feet square and made of extremely hard Tiangang stone. The monks were all fanatically looking at the stage—to be precise, they were looking at the tall woman covered in a black cloak opposite Zhong Liqing and the others.

The fiery atmosphere that was interrupted by Zhong Liqing's sudden appearance resumed in an instant, and a passionate voice shouted: "No. 90 Nine Games—Ming Qiu Luo wins!"

"Oh my god! This woman is so powerful! I'm convinced!"

"Zi Ba Ge Le Ma! Lost again! How unlucky!"

"Hey hey hey... You've made a lot of money now! Miss Ming is doing well!"

The loser who was knocked off the stage left in despair, the winner of the bet was ecstatic, the loser complained, and the noise made the two of them frowned in unison.

Knowing that they had entered the gambling arena by mistake, fortunately it was at the end of the gambling that it did not affect the result, and it was hard to blame them. Zhong Liqing was about to protect Jun Moci from the stage, but taught a slightly A somewhat hoarse female voice stopped her: "Why, you admit defeat before you even compete?"

"My lady, please forgive me. The two of us teleported to the stage unintentionally. We didn't intend to gamble. I'm very sorry for disturbing the girl's elegance... Let's leave now." Zhong Liqing bowed to her and explained in a gentle voice road.

What made her puzzled was that the storage ring between her fingers was scorching hot, and the pendant on her chest was not to be outdone, it was extremely hot, and seemed to have a strange resonance with the woman in front of her who covered everything in a large cloak.

Zhong Liqing twirled her fingertips for no apparent reason, looked up, and all she could see was the silver-white earring on the right side of the woman.

The earrings were obviously of an ordinary style, but she couldn't take her eyes off them.

"It's okay, I'll let you go after a match." The woman in black naturally sensed Zhong Liqing's gaze, raised her hand to caress the hot jewelry on her earlobe, and swept her gaze over the indifferent Jun Moci, Then he looked at Zhong Liqing with great interest, the thin lips behind the mask curled up, and his bright eyes were full of smiles, "No one has ever dared to violate the rules of the gambling arena."

——According to the rules of the gambling arena: going on stage is a challenge, and only the winning side is eligible to continue standing on the stage; the losing side has to pay some price.

Zhong Liqing left so lightly, but she violated a taboo.

"This..." He glanced at Jun Moci hesitantly, and the latter was about to raise his hand with a cold face, so frightened that Zhong Liqing hugged her quickly, and without hesitation to avoid suspicion, he circled her in under the eyes of everyone In her arms, staring at the cold eyes that seemed to be able to shatter her into ice crystals, she softly persuaded, "Wait for me for a while, okay? You don't have to make a move, I will handle it."

Being hugged by her recklessly, Jun Moci originally wanted to use his spiritual power to break free, but he didn't want to hurt her. He glanced at her with heavy eyes, and finally compromised - he just flung her aside with a flick of his sleeve, It landed lightly on a spot under the stage, and with a slight flick of the sleeves, a large open space was cleared in an instant.

The onlookers who were originally joining in the fun all hid aside, and no one dared to approach it for a long time.

It's really because the aura exuded by Jun Moci is too intimidating, so terrifying that people dare not directly attack the edge.

"Miss, can you tell me about the rules of the game?" Zhong Liqing took another look at Jun Moci, who was still dazzling in the crowd, and grinned at her, which got her a cold look. She smiled, turned her head to look at the woman in black who was looking at her meaningfully, only felt that the other person looked familiar, and it was indescribably weird--a sudden inspiration, and suddenly asked.

"Gambling for money, or betting on a contract... If you dare, you can bet on your life. You can't end until the winner is determined." The woman in black took two steps towards Zhong Liqing, and was about to take the third step. But he felt a chill all over his body, as if he was locked by an extremely powerful spiritual consciousness—that divine consciousness was suddenly far away and near, and sometimes appeared and disappeared, at one moment it was as hard as gold and stone, and at another moment it was as cold as ice. Like tarsal maggots, she couldn't get rid of it, but this was the first time in so many years that she had an irresistible sense of passivity.

Frustrated, but extremely novel.

Ming Qiu paused, his gaze met the woman in white, his eyes sharpened, but he turned away as if nothing had happened, looked at Zhong Liqing who seemed to be unaware of it with a smile, and raised his chin slightly: "How are you doing? "

"The two of us are far apart in cultivation. If we really want to fight, the girl is also invincible in victory—I dare to suggest, can I choose the content of the competition?" Zhong Liqing played with the folding fan in her hand and smiled slowly. .

"Then tell me, what is the comparison? What are you using as a bet?" Ming Qiuluo's cultivation base revealed at the moment is the fifth level of the Sanxian, and he is also the best among these monks participating in the gambling fight. On the other hand, Zhong Liqing is a Liandu For a little cultivator who has not reached the catastrophe period, with such a gap, as long as Ming Qiuluo is willing, one thought can teach her to destroy her body.

From this point of view, Zhong Liqing's proposal is also reasonable.

Of course, it would not be an exaggeration for Ming Qiuluo to refuse - gambling on the fighting platform has never been a reasonable place, and Xianmoyu has never advocated fairness and justice.

When stepping on the gambling platform, there is only the four-character motto of "the winner is the king and the loser".

"I see that Miss Ming is equipped with sleeve arrows and is carrying a bowstring. I think she is good at archery, but I am not talented. I am willing to use one arrow to decide the outcome with Miss Ming. I don't know what Miss Ming wants?" Zhong Liqing said as she walked From his storage ring, he took out a bow and arrow inlaid with gemstones of various colors—beautiful is beautiful, but it is only a gold-level magic weapon that is half a chip better than ordinary bows and arrows. Even the stronger monsters in the Demon Realm couldn't shoot through them.

From the moment she took out the bow and arrow, there was a burst of laughter underneath.

"Heh, are you sure you want to compete with me in archery?" Ming Qiuluo took out his own bow and arrow, stroked Jin Guangyaoyao's bow, and said with a blunt smile, "I advise you to change it."

Everyone in the gambling arena knows that Miss Ming's archery is unrivaled in the world, and she has never been defeated.

This kid actually competed with her in marksmanship, he was digging his own grave.

"I haven't compared it yet, how do I know the result?" Zhong Liqing raised her eyebrows, and suddenly turned to look at Jun Moci, who was standing quietly in the corner of the stage with his arms folded, like a flower in the mountains, and smiled, "Miss, but Willing to bet a hundred fairy stones for me?"

Jun Moci heard the sound, but shook his head slightly.

Zhong Liqing's expression darkened.

When everyone in the audience sneered, they felt cold all over, and the beauty in white clothes slightly parted her vermilion lips, and what she said in a manly voice made people astonished: "How can a hundred immortal stones be enough? This ring of mine The things in it are worth about a hundred fairy crystals, so I bet you to win."

Immortal crystals are the essence of immortal stones, a trading currency that can only be accessed by monks above the immortal level, and one immortal crystal can often be exchanged for 1000 yuan of immortal stones. Counting, Jun Moci pressed [-] immortal stones on Zhong Liqing Bet—I'm afraid that since the gambling arena opened, it has never received such a large order.

Jun Moci's heroic act of spending thousands of dollars really shocked everyone, coupled with her profound cultivation and peerless appearance, those who were not dissatisfied with booing began to envy the favored little boy on the stage.

And as the little boy who was guessed and hated by everyone, Zhong Liqing smiled triumphantly on his face, but secretly complained in his heart-it was just an excuse to divert attention, but now he was forced to go to Liangshan by this crown prince, and he had to win .

One hundred fairy crystals... For her now, it is nothing less than a sky-high price.

She couldn't afford to repay this bet; but she was unwilling to let go of this unconditional trust.

"Heh, so confident?" Ming Qiuluo shrugged, and casually tore off the storage bag at his waist and threw it on the dealer's table, "I only have five hundred immortal stones, and I'm betting on myself... Then what is the bet between the two of us? What?"

"Gambling money is too clichéd. Gambling life hurts peace. Why don't you just gamble... No matter who loses, I promise the winner one condition, as long as it doesn't violate morality and doesn't harm life—what do you think Miss Ming wants?" After thinking about it, Zhong Liqing suggested cautiously.

"A bet?" Ming Qiuluo tilted his head and stepped lightly on his toes. Everyone felt a blur in front of their eyes, but Zhong Liqing only had time to raise the folding fan to cover his chest, but he felt cold and hot in his ears—— What was cold was the jade-like fingertips, and what was hot was the almost inaudible whisper—a slightly hoarse voice rang in his ear, with a frivolous smile, "Such a handsome girl, be me How is Mrs. Yazhai?"

"You..." Zhongli Qinghuo then took a half step back, covered her itchy ears, and stared at her vigilantly and angrily, apparently unable to believe that her disguise was seen through, and even made her molested a bit Fan.

As soon as Ming Qiuluo finished speaking, he immediately dodged and floated back a few feet, clutching his painful chest, his beautiful eyes glanced at Jun Moci, who was wearing a frosty mask, and he winked provocatively, his lips curled up, But he couldn't help coughing up a mouthful of blood.

This cold girl looks free and easy and indifferent, but she protects her food tightly, she is annoyed when touched, she doesn't care about her shots, she has no sense of proportion.

——However, it didn't teach her to bargain.

Glancing at Jun Moci's cheeks that suddenly turned bright red and then became completely white and almost transparent, the pain in his chest worsened, but the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more brilliant.

The author has something to say: Luoluo 2333 with a bad heart

Hey, I seem to have forgotten to make a grand introduction →_→

Forget it, everyone knows that the new female supporting role is Ming Qiuluo, nothing else matters ╮(╯_╰)╭

After being suppressed by the vinegar altar, I feel so angry that I can't beat my rival~~hahahaha