At this time, the ghost servant shouted on the platform: "The champion of this competition is: Zhang Xiaoman!"
Hearing this, Ziwei could no longer hold it back, and suddenly stood up and shouted: "Slow!"
The audience suddenly became silent, and everyone turned their eyes to Ziwei
Ziwei tidied up her skirt, walked to the ghost servant, looked at the apprentices in the audience, and whispered: "I really didn't expect that this competition was my apprentice to win, in order to make Xiaoman better.
Today, I decided to guide her personally as a reward.”
After hearing Ziwei's words, Xiaoman frowned tightly, and she naturally knew what Ziwei was thinking.
From the day she hit her and stepped into Lingyun Palace, Ziwei never gave her a good face.
Xiaoman knew in her heart that this was because Ziwei had not been favored by her owner for a long time.
However, Ziwei cannot count the accounts on her. It is his business that he wants to choose who to sleep with her. Even if there is no Zhang Xiaoman, there will be Li Xiaoman and Chen Xiaoman.
After a moment of tranquility, everyone became excited. Ziwei is a famous master in Lingyun Palace. Everyone wants to see her kung fu
In the audience, cheers and cheers kept ringing like thunder, deafening
On the stage, the ghost servant's face was very serious. He naturally knew what Ziwei was thinking, but she was very sarcastic. The children cheered and wanted to see. What could he say?
The ghost servant coughed a few times, sat in his seat, and said nothing, to some extent, he felt that no matter how bold Ziwei was, she would not dare to play tricks on his eyelids.
At this moment, the sun had set in the west, and a golden light shone on two equally beautiful women.
One is cold and elegant, the other is extremely beautiful
Everyone in the martial arts competition felt that their eyes began to daze: How could there be such a wonderful woman in this world? More importantly, it is not one or two
Being with them is like the sun losing its light
Ziwei smiled indifferently, as moving as the autumn moon, "Xiaoman, let's start"
Xiaoman smiled sweetly, as bright as spring flowers, "Fairy Ziwei, please show your mercy later."
Ziwei's jade hand slowly raised, and the purple silk in her hand emitted a dazzling light