These fairies want to be cleaned up by me every day

Huang Chang laughed a few times, more like to ease the embarrassment.

Wei Tu stepped back and looked at Qiao Zhiheng beside him.

"Brother Qiao, what did I say?"

Qiao Zhiheng clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Not crazy enough."

"Then what should I say?"

"You should say that these people are not enough to fight, Huang Zongzhu, do you want to come down and fight or something."

"Is this crazy?"

"It's okay, the effect is almost the same anyway."

"There is no one who understands me better than Senior Brother Qiao."

"Each each other..."

Soon, the counting meeting ended.

This is the time left for them to rest and prepare for the last day, and then everyone returns to the room, waiting for the arrangement of the battle sent by Lu Shenzong's disciple.

The opponents faced by each sect are different, and if you miss in the first round, you may never have the chance to meet again.

After all, there are only winners in pairs.

Wei Tu and the others returned to the largest room and waited patiently.

Soon, a disciple hurried over and handed over a wooden sign.

"This is the opponent you have drawn for tomorrow. In the morning...don't be late at Daping where we are meeting today."

"it is good."

Lin Ruoyin took the wooden sign, glanced at it, and then looked at Wei Tu.

"Nine Swords Mountain."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Wei Tu laughed, thinking of that cutie named Murong Yuantai.

89 Undercurrent Surge

"..."

wobbly, wobbly...

The wooden sign was in his hand, almost trembling and about to fall.

Murong Yuantai couldn't believe everything in front of him.

When he saw the words [Yuan Jianzong] appearing on the wooden sign... his whole body seemed to be petrified.

"This...it's impossible."

He stared at the wooden sign with a gloomy expression on his face.

Originally a pair of fine pupils, now it seems that the pupils are shaking violently.

The woman next to him said.

"Brother... what's wrong with you?"

Murong Yuantai glanced at the woman, the gloomyness in his eyes can be imagined.

It's almost like a walking dead without vitality, and the whole person reveals a distinct gray.

It seems that the world is so colorful, but he is the only one who has lost its color.

"We..." Murong Yuantai swallowed, looked at the woman, and finally decided to hold the wooden sign in his hand.

"Play as much as you want these days, drink as much as you want..."

"..."

She felt that this man was a bit unlovable, wasn't it just... a competition, why did it look like he was going to die?

Of course she doesn't know that her senior brother thinks too far and always feels that she has offended the other party. As soon as she came up, she met such a popular player who was even favored by Huang Chang. It is conceivable that she will definitely borrow In the name of a competition, he taught himself a harsh lesson, and the scene at that time...

It's so beautiful that I can't even imagine it, but I must be miserable.

I blame myself...why did I insist on doing this charge in the wine shop at that time?

This is probably... a damn ghost who is hard to persuade, right?

-

Wei Tu just smiled and quickly forgot about it. He really didn't care too much about it.

He doesn't really care about a little conflict.

He didn't make any special preparations, because there were more important things to do now, for example, he was in the room of senior sister Jiang Ying.

Jiang Yingzheng calmly served him a cup of hot tea.

Wei Tu smiled.

"Senior sister, are you nervous? I'm going to play tomorrow."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu and shook her head, "Is Junior Brother nervous?"

Wei Tu picked up the hot tea and held it in the palm of his hand, watching the flying flowers and falling leaves outside the window as usual.

"I'm not nervous, just a little emotional."

"Feeling?"

"Well, it feels like going back and forth in circles."

"I'm sorry... Senior Sister doesn't understand this very well."

"It's okay, it's just my nonsense, it's not worth mentioning."

"But because I'm a junior, I still care about what you say."

Wei Tu smiled and looked at the woman beside him.

"You are really a baby sister."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu in confusion. She knew that Wei Tu liked to call herself that, but she didn't know why he liked it... and he could call him whatever he liked. The girl didn't care too much, she was calling herself anyway. That's right.

Wei Tu suddenly remembered something interesting, looked at Jiang Ying and smiled.

"By the way, senior sister, I saw Yuan Jiacao yesterday."

Jiang Ying looked at Wei Tu strangely.

"Hmm...who is it?"

Good guy, Wei Tu didn't say a word for a long time.

Cooperating with my senior sister...don't remember that man at all?

Is this too much?

Although this is my baby sister, but...why do I suddenly feel sorry for Yuan Jiacao?

It seems that one party is very affectionate, but the funniest thing is the unrequited love at the end, only to find that the person of unrequited love doesn't remember you at all... This is how touching you are today, but the other party doesn't remember you at all?

Jiang Ying was still looking at Wei Tu curiously.

Wei Tu took a sip of tea dumbfounded, then sighed.

"It's okay...just mention it casually."

"Oh……"

Jiang Ying sat in front of Wei Tu, turned her head and looked out the window, the clouds and blue sky outside the window looked so calm, as if there was no difference from usual.

Not worth paying close attention to.

Anyway, there are only two types of days, the time with him and the time without him, other than that, it seems that there is no need to care about it.

What's the weather today.

What kind of wind is blowing.

There is no sun.

Is it raining a lot?

It doesn't matter at all.

-

"Zipei. Tomorrow, we will face Mad Saber Gate."

"kindness."

In a courtyard with closed doors.

The indifferent young man with downcast eyebrows was wrapping layers of white cloth around his arms, as if he wanted to wrap his entire arm.

Behind him, a middle-aged blind man with eyes closed was facing his back.

Beside him were two younger teenagers looking at Qin Zipei.

He seemed to want to say something, but didn't speak.

Until the blind man said, "I heard that the competition has been changed to a format similar to a ring, and the battle between the two sects will take turns in the shopping mall. With strength, you can enter."

Qin Zipei nodded silently.

Looking at his wrapped arms, he clenched his fist slightly.

He looked at the boy beside him who was silent but only worried about looking at him, and he showed a rare warm smile.

"Well, I will play first and not give them a chance to win a game."

Hearing this sentence, the middle-aged blind man closed his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say.

But his younger brother next to him said.

"Brother... Actually we can play, we..."

Qin Zipei shook his head, "It's not your time yet, and this time is not the stage for you to show off. You still need time, but we can't find anyone else from Xunxian Palace for the time being, so you have to work hard in the future."

The boy lowered his head in shame.

said softly.

"I'm sorry, senior brother... We can't help you, and we've even dragged you down, making you accept that condition..."

Qin Zipei watched as a smear of scarlet flashed from his fingertips.

He lifted his head and smiled and shook his head.

Then he walked towards the boy, squatted down, and reached out to touch his head.

Rubbing the boy's long hair.

The boy seems to be imitating himself, it doesn't matter, he just hopes...

"It doesn't matter, Xunxian Palace has been going on for so many years, there must always be someone who can carry the tripod. But this person will not be me, you know? Green carp, red carp."

There are two teenagers, the one with the round face is called the green carp, and the one with the pointed face is called the red carp.

The red carp who had been silent before raised his head and looked at Qin Zipei who spoke softly with red eyes.

"Brother...but without you, we can't do it no matter what, so...you have to live a good life and stay with us?"

Qin Zipei's lips moved, and he turned his head to look into the distance, but the corners of his eyes twitched for a moment.

Then he turned his head slowly and looked at the two teenagers with a smile.

"Well, I will work hard. But you also have to promise me that after this time, no matter what happens, you must go back and practice hard. Don't learn from me. Senior brother has nothing to learn. Now senior brother will help you take this journey, the future You guys have to make me proud..."

"Brother...we know..."

Qing carp's eyes were red, not letting the tears flow down.