[69 Book Bar-www.] Pinking his lips, Leng Shiyue dealt with it seriously.
It was light and she stopped. Her temperature should have returned to normal... Leng Shiyue wiped her sweat...
After covering the quilt, I glanced at someone on the bed...
Leng Shiyue rushed to the college and started classes...
"I heard that Vice President of the Ice Emperor actually challenged Leng Xuan, who is not a tennis player yet?"
"Yes!! I don't know why?"
As soon as I passed the tennis court, I heard a lot of discussions. Vice President of Bingdi, Leng Shuangqing, is a celebrity. Although he is not as good as Jiang Yan, he is also a household name.
Leng Shiyue frowned, what was going on? Could it be that... a flash of light flashed and she hurried outside the tennis court.
The Xie Zun Murong Xie in the hourly hotel covered his forehead and opened his eyes, feeling a little confused. He lifted the quilt and found that he was almost naked, except for the small inner body. The way he packed his chest... He remembered being in a coma.
In front... the beautiful figure in white, the pretty lady, but he didn't see the girl's facial features.
Murong Xie covered his chest and started to do it. Suddenly his hand was stabbed. He looked at the silver needle that was stabbed into his hand. He pulled it out and found that it was actually hooked with flesh and blood. If it weren't for the pricking of it, his hand would have been ruined.
Murong Xie held the unique silver needle in his hand, and the mask on his face was not loose at all, and obviously no one had taken it off.
The deep eyes were full of brilliance, and no one knew what he was thinking?
Leng Shiyue stood outside the tennis court, looking at the two people opposite inside, Leng Shuangqing was cold and indifferent, giving people a gloomy feeling, her handsome face was like a nervous system strike, and she became facial paralysis, pursed her lips,
The narrow eyes were slightly raised up, with a kind of evil coldness, staring at Leng Xuan coldly like a poisonous snake.
Leng Xuan's pretty appearance stood upright on one side. He held the racket in his hand, his eyes sharp and domineering. Leng Shiyue touched his chin. It seemed that Leng Xuan was not a simple person, but after all, Leng Yi's chief disciple.
"Let's start!"
After the referee announced the verdict, Leng Shuangqing squatted halfway, raised his head, stretched out his right hand to throw the ball upwards. Leng Shuangqing was actually a left-handed man?
The left hand waved the racket strongly, and the ball changed rapidly and reached the edge of the opposite side. Leng Xuan held the racket, grabbed the racket with both hands, and jumped above the tennis ball. The vertical smash was as fast as lightning.
Leng Shuangqing pursed her lips and shone with a flash. The tennis ball came to him, and the sharp wind that came to her face could feel the strength of the ball, so he didn't dare to step forward rashly.
Immediately ran back and looked back at the tennis ball that was close to me...
Suddenly, his right foot stopped, used his rotational force, held the slap in his hands, and did not dare to underestimate the ball in front of him that looked dull.
"Frost!"
First of all, he was a trick. You could see the tennis ball forming ice with your naked eyes. The speed immediately slowed down. Leng Shuangqing immediately hit the tennis ball, and he slapped to Leng Xuan's lower right corner.
Leng Xuan reacted, but it was too late. With the breath of ice, he passed through his cheeks, bang-
The ball hit the ground but returned to its original state. It seemed that the frost just now was just an illusion!
This person actually found the field, which is really amazing... Maybe it was an opportunity, but his own ability was not good. So what if he found it? He always passed the door three times and didn't enter.
Leng Xuan stared at the tennis ball without any strangeness. What did he see? Is the ice covering just an illusion?