"What a little girl, she actually got such a magical weapon! As a true scholar after three days apart, you should be impressed!"
Aojun looked at Feng Qingkuang with an evil smile, his eyes slightly showing surprise.
He is only nine years old, and he already has such momentum at the age of nine.
What kind of role will she grow into in the future?
He began to look forward to it.[
Thinking like this, Aojun's evil eyes turned, and there was a smile on his lips, which was deep and evil, with the flavor of a fox!
"Such a competition is very boring, why not bring a bet?"
"What bet?"
Qing Kuang looked at the fox-like calculating smile on Ao Junxie's lips and raised his eyebrows slightly. What was he planning?
"If I win, you will be my wife. On the other hand, if I lose, you will do whatever you want!"
The smile on Ao Junxie's lips was evil and charming, and the strands of smile were rippling in those dark red eyes. The face that embraced the splendor of heaven and earth became more and more beautiful, alluring, and stunning.
All living beings.
"Then, I hope you can win!"
Qing Kuang raised her lips and smiled evilly, and said with boundless arrogance.
As soon as the voice fell and the hand moved, the sound of the piano was faint and beautiful, like a high mountain, like flowing water, like a dream. As the sound of the piano sounded, the wind blade was silent, the angle was tricky and weird, the strength was different, and the moves were cruel and deadly, attacking.
Its key!
Boom boom boom!
The sword flower is turned over, red mixed with silver, just like the Dodo Manzhu Luohua. The carrier of the Dodo Manzhu Luohua has a beautiful posture and a cold and murderous intention.
Ao Junxie entered the military camp at the age of eight and went to the battlefield. Now he is fifteen years old, his hands are stained with blood, his body is murderous, and he is a bloodthirsty Shura.
Feng Qingkuang, a killer in his previous life, killed countless people, treated life like a piece of grass, was full of murderous intent, bloodthirsty and tyrannical.
Two people, arrogant, arrogant, cold and deadly, at that moment, they were like two kings standing at the pinnacle of death, facing each other in control of life.
The murderous intentions met in mid-air, one turned into a blue dragon and vibrated with power, the other turned into a phoenix, killing with a cold and cold voice.
Ding!
Zheng!
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
The blade of the sword is close to the strings, very close, very tight, and if it moves, the strings will break! [
After a while, there was silence.
After a long time.
"You are better than me, I admit it!"
Although he was defeated, Qing Kuang was still Qing Kuang, and his arrogance remained intact.
"Then, please abide by our bet!"
Aojun looked at Qingkuang with an evil smile and slowly retracted his sword. Unknown to him, the hand holding the sword was wet.
"I, Feng Qingkuang, am willing to be Aojun Xie's wife. I will accompany you through life and death, and will never leave you until...the day I defeat you!"
Qing Kuai stood proudly, with cold eyebrows. The marriage was just decided, and she didn't seem to think it was anything. Her smile was bright, and there was an indescribable charm in her coldness.
"Ao? What do you mean, if one day you defeat me, then you will leave me?"
Aojun looked at Qingkuang with an evil smile, his eyes became more and more interested, and as his eyes moved, he was quite satisfied with having such a little wife.
"Hey, if you can make me fall in love with you, that's not a bad idea!"
Qing Kuang looked at Ao Junxie and sneered, her eyes and brows filled with contempt for love.
The most intimate relationship in the world is blood relationship. Can family affection be like this? How can love be stronger than family affection? She, Feng Qingkuang, does not need love!
"Hahahahaha, I remember it!"
Aojun looked up to the sky and laughed, looking at Qing Kuang, he smiled evilly.