"This is just a bet between you and me. Do you really think that I, Feng Qingkuang, can't beat you?"
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The atmosphere of confrontation is like two tigers fighting with each other, and their momentum is so high.
"I am willing to admit defeat when I gamble. Since I dare to gamble, I must take responsibility!"
Ao Junxie was also angry. She was his wife, how could he allow her to turn upside down? How could he endure such arrogance and arrogance? How could he endure it? [
"You say we are husband and wife, and I will allow you to be husband and wife. But if you ask me to put down my stubbornness, you are dreaming!"
Qing Kuang fluttered his sleeves, and suddenly a fierce momentum burst out from his body. He was so forced that he couldn't stand and stepped back more than three feet! In the space behind him, the clank of the guqin was ethereal!
"Enough!"
Suddenly, a sharp shout came. This aura was so powerful that Qing Kuang staggered back and slumped down on a chair. Only then could he stabilize the aura of spiritual power. He stood up.
After settling, he turned to look at the person who made the sound.
His hair and beard are all white, and he looks very old.
"headmaster!"
"headmaster!"
"..."
Qingkuang knew the identity of the person in front of him from what others called him.
Suo Wenming, the principal of Silanta Imperial School, is rarely in the school all year round. He only appears at the opening ceremony every three years.
"Meet the principal!"
As Qing Kuang stumbled and sat down, that aura suddenly disappeared. Qing Kuang's inner emotions were aside, but his face was calm. He stood up slowly and said indifferently and politely.
"Um."
Suo Wenming responded calmly. Although there was no emotion on his face, in his heart he secretly praised Qing Kuang's reaction and demeanor.
"Sit down, the ceremony is about to begin!"
"Yes, principal!"
Qing Kuang responded calmly, then tidied up his clothes, with his slightly wrinkled clothes, and sat down slowly. From beginning to end, he did not even look at Ao Junxie.
"It's the principal!"
Ao Junxie also responded. When he sat down, he glanced at Qing Kuang and secretly hated himself in his heart. He didn't want to anger her at all, why... oh, his calmness, his intelligence, at that moment,
Where did it go?[
Calm down, calm down!
The little girl in front of me can definitely be measured by normal people's standards.
Girl, little girl, Ao Junxie snorted coldly in his heart, this guy is full of momentum and unruly, every bit like a delicate girl.
He is like a domineering man!
He took a deep breath, but this little girl was becoming more and more attracted to him.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Qingkuang couldn't help but turn his head again when he heard a clear cough behind him.
Nangong Jinsheng watched Qing Kuang turn to look at him, smiled faintly, and nodded elegantly.
"Young lady is worried!"
Blinking her eyes, Qingkuang looked at the man who was as cold as a fairy and as white as a white lotus. He wanted to open his mouth to say something, but in the end there was silence.
Ao Junxie, who had calmed down, looked at all this with a charming and lazy look, without getting angry.
He frowned slightly and said to himself: "It seems it's time to investigate this Nangong Jinsheng!"
Nangong Jinsheng is a sickly young man with a delicate fragrance, like a lotus bath, but not a demon.
Why does she feel distressed?
He propped his chin up with his hand and tried his best to chase this bizarre feeling, and slowly closed his eyes.
"Nangong, when I grow up, I will definitely find Yun Mizhu, and then you will never suffer from illness again!"