The threat of not being given meat was a bit big. The little black goose immediately became obedient. However, it only became obedient for a moment, then flapped its wings and shouted: "She's coming, she's coming. I'll calm her down for you."

, just a little goose leg!"

If it sets its requirements so low, it can't be cut off from it.

Wushuang looked up and saw Shui Qingshuang walking towards her. Zhu Ziheng next to him was about to jump up when he saw it. Suddenly vines appeared under him and tied him tightly to his seat. The vine branches

He tapped his head twice on the back threateningly. The days of dealing with Jiuyou were gone. Zhu Ziheng was reminded of this and calmed down while holding his breath. But he lowered his eyes and did not look.

The person approaching.

When Shui Qingshuang passed by Zhu Ziheng, she deliberately slowed down her steps. Seeing that Zhu Ziheng didn't respond, she passed her and stood in front of Wu Shuang.

"Can I sit here?" she asked Wushuang, but her eyes looked softly at Asen.

If it were another man, he would have had the guts to get up and give up his seat to this great beauty, but who was Asen? He was a steel wood among the woods. If you took a hammer and smashed his head open, it was also a solid stone inside. How could he have any sympathy for the beauty?

He sat there motionless, not even raising his eyelids.

Wushuang snickered in her heart, but her face was calm: "There is no room here, where do you want to sit? If you want to sit on the floor, you can do whatever you want, as long as you don't block me."

She wouldn't let Jiuyou and Asen give up their position for her. As for her coming to find herself, it was nothing more than those few words. She was not Yun Xinhua and would not be fooled by her. However, maybe she didn't take herself for it.

What kind of opponent? They just came here to show off.

Mu Qingshuang was a little embarrassed, but she didn't care too much. She smiled mockingly and said, "Thank you." After saying that, she left.

Wushuang could feel that the warm feeling on her body became a little cold. After just a moment, the feeling disappeared. However, Asen raised his head slightly and looked at Shui Qingshuang's back.

"What's wrong?" She leaned over and asked in a low voice.

Asen retracted his gaze and whispered in her ear: "There is a chill on her body." The chill was very light, and it passed by in a flash. Others might not be able to detect it, but his fire attribute was different from others.

Most sensitive to cold.

Chill? Wushuang frowned, knowing that Asen would never believe Kaihe. If he told him, he would really find out.

The little black goose tilted his head, lightly pecked her neck, and said: "She is most likely ice-type."

Ice attribute? Wushuang was a little shocked.

Although ice and water come from the same source and can transform into each other, they are very different as spiritual attributes. Water is soft and has the ability to heal, but ice is a sharp attack attribute with great lethality. The two are naturally

Depending on the location, there are gains and losses, and each has its own strengths.

However, if Shui Qingshuang really had ice attributes, how did she use water spiritual power to attack?

Wushuang did not ask further questions, and made a note in his mind, waiting to ask Jiuyou again when he went back.

Maybe they were stimulated by Shui Qingshuang's victory, or maybe they didn't want to face the Night Demon Concubine again after losing. The next six games that day were very intense, and three consecutive games were a lose-lose situation.

Wu Shuang watched until the end.

When Princess Night Demon competed again, her award status was even worse than in the morning, but she held on and made it to the end, grabbing an advanced position.

It seems that she is also very hardworking.

Wushuang smiled and looked away. She found more and more that she was no longer affected by her, or that she had completely let go of her bondage to her body. To her, Night Demon Princess had completely become

An enemy that would not let her soften or waver, an enemy that she had not yet considered.

Night Demon Princess stood on the ring, listening to the referee announcing that she had won, and she couldn't help but cast her eyes on Wushuang. She happened to see the moment when Wushuang retracted his gaze, and saw the indifferent expression on her face, she

The relaxed and proud energy just now dissipated all of a sudden.

Why, they are obviously the same person, why should Wushuang be praised by them like a princess, but she has to work hard here?

Moreover, when she was young, Ye Qi and Zhu Ziheng didn't help her. Even Bailiyuan slowly accepted her after she repeatedly showed her kindness. But Ye Wushuang didn't do anything, but she could easily

Get it all?

It's unfair, so unfair.

Spiritual God, since you asked me to come back here, why don't you give me a glimmer of hope?

I really don't ask for much, I just want to get back everything that belongs to me.

A big hand fell on her shoulder, startling her, and she realized that the show had already ended, and the people in the audience were almost the same. Wushuang and the others had already disappeared, and standing beside her

In front of her was Lu Linghou, whom she had been avoiding.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Linghou asked.

Night Demon Princess trembled and smiled in a flattering way: "I miss you."

Marquis Lu Ling snorted and walked off the ring with his hands behind his back. Concubine Night Demon quickly wiped away her previous sad expression and followed him honestly like a puppy. She was very tired and had some injuries on her body.

But Lu Linghou had no intention of waiting for her, and she did not dare to slow down.

She knew she didn't have many choices.

Well, there's no choice, so why doesn't she sink?

Anyway, no matter how much she did, Baili Yuan's eyes would never fall on her again. Even if she moved forward, he would treat her as some kind of dirty thing. So, what is she still clinging to?

Giving up everything, maybe you can get more things, isn't that what that bitch Yun Feiyan did? Yun Feiyan can do it, so why can't she? Although her skin is not as good-looking as Ye Wushuang's,

Not much worse than Yun Feiyan.

She wanted to make up her mind, but as soon as she entered Lu Linghou's room, she boldly reached out and grabbed Lu Linghou's shirt, and whispered tenderly: "Master"

Marquis Lu Ling's heart trembled when he heard this. The tremor was not that he was attracted, but that he was disgusted. He turned around and saw the shy and timid expression on Concubine Night Demon's face, and he guessed what she was planning.

He's such a guy, and you still want to coax him?

He raised his eyebrows with interest: "What, you got it, you know your identity?"

Concubine Night Demon resigned herself to kneeling down, resting her head on his feet, and said: "Xinhua knows that he was wrong, and Xinhua will be obedient in the future."

"Okay, I'll wait. If you satisfy me, let's continue the competition." Lu Linghou smiled, with a hint of malice flashing in his eyes.
Chapter completed!