Hearing this concerned greeting, Deng Qingyan's eyes turned red. He was used to being helpless. He licked his wounds alone after every battle. He had never been cared about by anyone.
But he still held back his temper and hummed bravely: "Not only is it okay, I can beat you ten times."
Mu Su looked upright: "Then please come to my room tonight and let me learn some clever tricks."
With that said, he bent down and was about to pick up Deng Qingyan.
"Don't..." Deng Qingyan held down Mu Su's arm and whispered Nuonuo, with a sickly blush on her pale face after the battle.
Mu Su thought about it seriously. The previous copycat Shenluo Tianzheng had used up all his spiritual power, and now his body was hollowed out. It would be embarrassing if he didn't pick her up at once. He hugged her and looked for her near the barrier.
He sat down on a futon.
There were some strange looks around. Anyway, this pair of teenagers were a little too close...
Some disciples who were close to him looked at Deng Qingyan's face and understood the general idea, and gave Mu Su a knowing smile.
Mu Su ignored it and sat down with Deng Qingyan in his arms. Then he said in a pretentious surprise: "Yingtai, what's wrong with your arm?"
Then she pretended to casually scratch Deng Qingyan's palm.
"It's okay, it's just that I bumped before and couldn't use up my strength." Deng Qingyan didn't want Mu Su to worry too much, so she pretended not to care and waved her right arm. The pain caused her face to wrinkle, and she forgot Mu Su's words.
What does Yingtai mean?
How could Musu let the duck fly away? He gently pulled it over, held the catkins and kneaded them.
Deng Qingyan struggled slightly for a few times, but when she saw that Mu Su refused to let go, she blushed and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.
After touching it for a while, Mu Su tried to log off, but could not leave because it was not idle. It seemed that there was no way to pause the game to meet his physiological needs.
Not far away, Lin Qing'er and Lin Ao saw all this.
They looked at each other in disbelief, and both found the surprise in each other's eyes.
"I can't believe it... I can't believe it." Lin Ao smiled bitterly.
Lin Qing'er bit her pale lips and stared blankly at the two intimate people.
"There must be some misunderstanding. Maybe they are not who we imagined. That boy may be..."
Before the man dressed as a woman could say anything, he was interrupted by Lin Ao: "That would be even worse."
Lin Qing'er fell into silence.
Lin Ao raised his head and looked at the two people sitting side by side with his starry eyes, a trace of undetectable loss flashing across his eyes.
How wonderful it would be if the person who was close to Lin Zhan was himself...
Um……?
Um???
Mu Su, who felt an inexplicable chill, raised his head and looked around in confusion.
A stick of incense disappears in an instant.
Deng Qingyan, who had regained basic mobility, was helped up by Mu Su. He was injured and shouldn't be playing anymore. But he didn't want to give up this opportunity.
Next, the two will face their own battles.
At the same time, they belong to each other.
As the only registered disciple who showed strength in the Qi Refining Realm, most of the eyes were focused on Mu Su's position.
The two stood opposite each other.
"I should have thought of it earlier." Deng Qingyan looked at Mu Su standing a few feet away with a complicated tone.
He has sacrificed too much to become stronger. He wants to enter the top ten and get the chance to become an outer disciple. But he doesn't want to take action against Mu Su...
"It's not too late." Mu Su looked at him with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement.
There was no doubt that he was starting to get sick. The theme this time was acting.
The more he behaved like this, the more guilty Deng Qingyan felt. She buried her head and did not dare to look at Mu Su: "Senior Brother Lin, actually I am..."
"I know." Mu Su interrupted him softly.
"You know?" Deng Qingyan raised her head in surprise.
"I knew it as early as the beginning."
Scenes of being together flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle when I thought of Lin Zhan's deliberate actions to take advantage.
He exhaled a breath to disperse those negative emotions, looked at Lin Zhan with firm black eyes and a smile on his lips.
"Please, Senior Brother Lin."
If life were just like the first time we met, he would finally be a little bit like he was at the beginning.
The deacon, who kindly waited for the two to finish speaking, glanced at the two.
"Lin Zhan vs. Deng Qingyan, begins."
Deng Qingyan took a deep breath, her expression calm, and she was about to admit defeat.
"I surrender."
Mu Su's voice echoed through the barrier.
The crowd in Baiyu Square dispersed in an uproar.
Even other disciples in the barrier turned their heads and looked at him in surprise.
In the barrier, Mu Su turned away from Deng Qingyan and stepped out of the barrier.
His voice slowly echoed in the barrier.
"No matter what, I will not take action against you."
If I had wanted to get an actor Oscar, it would have been nothing to Leonardo.
Mu Su thought as he stepped out of the barrier.
But isn’t it a bit numb?
In short, Mu Su, who returned to the futon first, did not receive the hug he expected. However, Deng Qingyan's attitude toward him changed significantly. She always secretly looked at Mu Su's side face. When Mu Su looked at her, Deng Qingyan turned away in panic and pretended not to care.
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No matter how you look at it, they are all characters that have been successfully conquered. However, the number of beauties in the task list is still 1.
In the next game, Mu Su repeated his old tricks, acting like a master and immediately chose to admit defeat after the game started.
It was definitely not because his opponent was a graceful woman that he gave up.
It's definitely not because of her flirtatious looks.
Mu Su, who had successfully surrendered, raised his head proudly and stared at the deacon: "I'll just admit defeat. If you don't like it, you'll beat me to death."
I don’t know why he was arguing with the deacon.
In the end, Mu Su stopped in the top 100 with three wins and seven losses. Deng Qingyan successfully entered the top ten.
On the second day, a deacon from the sect appeared at Musu's wooden house, issued the robe tokens to the outer disciples and led him to report to the outer disciples.
As an official disciple of Xianling Taizong, Mu Su's salary has been improved several levels. Not only can he receive 500 low-grade spiritual stones every month, he can also listen to the teachings and scriptures of Elder Jindan Yuanying. He can also read the exercises at will on the first floor of Xianling Pavilion.
Mu Su was really afraid of encountering some mysterious techniques or fragments of techniques inside, and even if he reunited with Lin Qing'er and the latter tried to persuade him, he still wouldn't go.
Lin Ao followed him for some unknown reason and sarcastically said that he was arrogant and did not learn Kung Fu because of his high level of cultivation. Mu Suli ignored him.
There is good news coming from Qiuxian Mountain. Deng Qingyan is ranked ninth. It will not take long for Mu Su to see him at the outer gate.
As the name competition came to an end, Mu Su returned to a state of idleness. He did not practice any more. He ran around in the outer gate all day long, and preferred to go to the forbidden areas or formations. He either went to the Spiritual Grass Garden to steal peaches or to refine elixirs.
Tang stole the elixir, went to the Bird Garden to watch the horses, and even jumped off the cliff when nothing happened.
Since the sect was heavily guarded and the Qi Refining Realm was not enough to cause trouble, he was usually let go with a few warnings. But he was so unique that his reputation spread within a few days.
But at the same time, there were also many disciples who disliked him. Some thought he had corrupted the family tradition, some were angry at him for not fighting, or some couldn't stand his ostentation.
