Chi Jinxiao still had that cold expression. No matter what Bo Cixin said or said, he just didn't have much expression or reaction. He was so indifferent and natural, as if he was born like this.
"My dear friend, you haven't had any fight with Ghost Nightmare in the past two days. Are you feeling particularly depressed?" Bo Ci knew in his heart that Chi Jinxiao came to the martial arts tournament just for Ghost Nightmare, but as a result, he hasn't fought with him in the past two days.
In a game of chess, it would be strange for someone who values his opponent as much as he does to not feel depressed.
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"My dear friend, don't be depressed. I estimate that we will draw lots today to determine our opponent. If I draw the ghost, I will secretly give it to you. I can't beat him anyway."
Bo Cixin saw that Chi Jinxiao seemed a little unhappy, and couldn't help but smile to himself.
Chi Jinxiao looked at this weird ghost girl and didn't know what to say for a while.[
His cold eyes slowly scanned Bo Cixin's face at the slowest speed. Even if he couldn't see her cheek, his brain would strangely automatically outline her face.
She is very pretty, with a delicate oval-shaped face, a pair of slender eyebrows, big black and white eyes, a small nose and a small mouth, and a head of black hair that is also beautiful.
Discerning.
The smile on her lips was so innocent, her eyes were so bright, and her whole person looked very peaceful and cute.
Bo Cixin felt that Chi Jinxiao was looking at her. Even if she couldn't see it, she could still feel the cold gaze that was so engrossing that she almost suffocated her breath. Did she just say something wrong?
Shouldn't she say that she gave it to him in exchange? Are people like him very self-respecting? From this point of view, does she feel that she is giving alms to him?
"My dear friend, what I said just now is nonsense. Don't take it to heart." After a while, Bo Cixin raised his eyebrows and said.
She hasn't fully understood this benefactor's personality. Apart from feeling that he is cold and cold, and doesn't like to talk much, his other personality seems to be quite good. It's impossible for him to be angry like this, right? But it's not impossible.
Just when Bo Cixin was thinking about what he said wrongly, Chi Jinxiao's cold eyes said with indifference: "Give it to me."
Give it to me
The three words were recalled in Bo Cixin's ears. It took him a while to react, and then he cracked the corner of his mouth and said with a faint smile: "Okay, if I draw it, I will definitely give it to my benefactor."
"Yeah." Chi Jinxiao responded to her lightly again.
"My benefactor, can you tell me your name?" Bo Cixin raised his head, really wanting to know his name. Last time, he heard that Yun Poyue only knew one word of his name, and he was really curious.
"Hey, I said I was the first to come. It turns out that Xiao came earlier than me." As soon as Bo Cixin's voice finished asking, he heard Yun Poyue's coquettish voice from far away. Seeing that
The golden red color quickly moved over.
She twisted her slender waist and walked to Chi Jinxiao, stretched out her hand again to hold his hand very intimately, rested her head on his arm, and said, "Xiao, are you actually waiting for me?"
Yun Poyue's voice was full of temptation, it was a soft and waxy voice, and her handsome eyebrows were looming under the golden-red gauze, with a strange kind of bewitchment.