Another man in purple clothes next to him heard the usually calm man in white actually exclaimed in surprise, and couldn't help but ask: "Who is it?"
The man in white looked at Luo Yu, who was dressed in men's clothing on the ring. With such an appearance and such an ugly birthmark, this was not the extremely beautiful and extremely ugly woman he met that night.
Thinking of that night's encounter and that night's conflict, the man in white turned his head and glanced at Jia Xuan Mo Yan, who was surrounded by ice and could hardly suppress his anger.
Wisely said nothing.
Just a smile slowly formed on the corner of his mouth. It wasn't that enemies never got together, but these two people actually had such a relationship.
The first time Jiaxuan Moyan fell in love, it was with a half-faced ugly girl, and this ugly girl turned out to be his fiancée whom he hated to the core.
Things in the world are so wonderful, and they look so good now.
The fiery-red Jiaxuan Moyan standing next to the two of them did not speak.
He only looked at Luo Yu standing in the center of the ring coldly, with his clenched fists, you could almost hear the sound of bones grinding.
Half a monster, half an angel.
Damn it, it turned out that his ugly fiancée was the ugly woman he fell in love with at first sight and proposed to for the first time that night.
It's actually her, it's actually her.
Seeing Luo Yu's hair neatly pulled up, exposing the ugly birthmark, he didn't care at all about the ugly look on his face.
Jiaxuan Moyan didn't know where the unknown anger came from, soaring into the sky.
Good, good, good. It turns out that she was the one who caused him to make a fool of himself and spread his bad reputation. They were all the same person.
He was worried that he couldn't find her, so she didn't expect her to come to his door today. It was time to settle the old and new grudges.
The rage is raging, almost as real as it is, burning the sky.
Seeing this, the man in purple who had not received an answer looked thoughtfully at the fallen Jia Xuan Mo Yan, who was suddenly furious.
Then he turned around to look at Luo Yu, who was ugly but cold and calm.
Suddenly he had an understanding, his eyes slowly raised, and a clear smile appeared in his eyebrows.
Feelings, the real master, is here.
The sun shines golden, the Imperial Academy, above the arena, on the top of the tower, murderous intent surges at the same time.