Murong Feixue glared at him dissatisfied and muttered: "Who told you to look at beautiful women? Hum, forget it if you don't go."
Fu Xi, who had changed his outfit and came out, was dumbfounded: "This girl, you didn't wait for me?" After a few words, he quickly followed. Lei Ren yawned behind him and waved to him. He helped Murong Fei last night.
Xue was really exhausted from cleaning up Ning Qingqing's gang.
There were already many people gathered around Qingyun Square, most of them came to watch the excitement.
In the middle of the square, Ning Qingqing sat on her knees with a pale face. The big sign made by Lei Ren and the others behind her looked particularly dazzling.
All around, thousands of Qingyun disciples were pointing and bursting into laughter from time to time.
After a night of inner fighting and the scolding of her uncle Ning Bo, Ning Qingqing finally surrendered and came to fulfill her bet.
However, in just one night, Ning Qingqing was so angry that her face was covered with red and white beans. There were twenty or thirty beans, which looked like hemp seeds. This made the onlookers even more chilly.
, all said that such people should be dealt with so harshly.
When the academy accepts new disciples, generally speaking, if they are not good-looking, even if they have good talents, they will probably not be selected unless they are extremely talented or have a big relationship like Ning Qingqing.
household.
But, what about the related households? Ning Qingqing walks among a group of handsome men and beauties every day, let alone the sadness in her heart, let alone the fact that she has failed to the point of kneeling here to accept the consequences of losing the bet.
For a few moments, Ning Qingqing had the thought of dying, but when he raised his head and saw Murong Feixue looking at her in the crowd, her thoughts immediately turned into boundless murderous intent.
Lowering her head, Ning Qingqing's already ugly face suddenly twisted into a ball: "Murong Feixue, I must make your death ugly!!!"
Silent anger spread on Ning Qingqing's face, and at this time, Murong Feixue had already retreated feeling bored.
I thought it would be interesting to see Ning Qingqing kneeling there, but until she actually saw her kneeling there and being laughed at by everyone, Murong Feixue suddenly felt that it was nothing.
For Ning Qingqing, it was indeed a big loss, but for her, Murong Feixue, it had no impact at all.
Extremely bored, I turned around and walked to the edge of Qingyun Square, watching the rising sun pouring its light onto the mountains, rivers and land. How vast it was.
At this moment, Murong Feixue's state of mind had an obvious change, that is, it became even more profound.
"You are here, making it easy for me to find you." The crowd behind Murong Feixue suddenly parted, and the girls looked at this handsome man with excited expressions, their faces turning red with embarrassment.
Murong Feixue turned around blankly. The moment she saw Mo Zishang, she was still confused: "Why are you here? Are you looking for something from me?"
She came to her senses after asking, and Mo Zishang also said strangely: "Didn't Master Liang ask us to go to Ziling Garden? She didn't tell you?"
"Oh, I remembered, hehe, I fell asleep." Murong Feixue patted her forehead in embarrassment.
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The other disciples around, especially the female disciples, exclaimed one by one.