The most important thing is the arrogant aura on her body. Her body is clearly indifferent, but her long skirt is fluttering, wantonly and arrogant, and she is a particularly proud woman.
She is the myth of Nansang Academy, Ye Shuang, and the Feng-Submit.
Ye Shuang's eyes fell on Feng Zhuyue's table from the beginning, to be precise, on Feng Zhuyue's body.
She took the mighty steps and came to Feng Zhuyue straight in the stunning gaze of everyone. She looked at Yi Qingxue, who was sitting opposite Feng Zhuyue and beside Ye Shuang, and the world that Yi Qingxue had seen before.
She is young and not old. She still can't stand someone with aura like Ye Shuang.
With Ye Shuang's eyes, she suddenly felt cold all over and her blood was frozen.
She immediately gave up her seat in shame and sat next to her sister Yi Qingping, giving up her seat to Ye Shuang.
Ye Shuang sat down without hesitation, and swung her long red robe, sitting down in a chic manner without any pretentious manner.
The eyes met Feng Zhuyue.
Feng Zhuyue raised her eyebrows: "Don't Ye Da Summoner knows that only four people can sit at a table in this canteen?"
Ye Shuang's eyes were covered with frost, but she still confronted Feng Zhuyue's eyes. The corners of her mouth rarely raised a curve without curve: "In Nansang Academy, I have the final say."
Feng Zhuyue's eyes immediately condensed with a layer of ice, and she was such a arrogant tone!
However, no matter how arrogant a person is, in her Feng Zhuyue's eyes, he is nothing!
As long as she doesn't take her seriously, she's just a big fuck.
Feng Zhuyue's fun-wrapped hands around her chest, and her eyes confronted Ye Shuang did not dodge at all. There would be no martial arts deal between the two in the first round, and there was only one eye contact.
If ordinary people would definitely not be able to withstand Ye Shuang's frozen three-foot cold eyes. It's a pity that the person sitting opposite her was Feng Zhuyue, the devil who killed people without blinking!
In this world, only people will tremble when they see her, and no time when she will be afraid of other people's eyes.
"Ye Da Summoner is indeed arrogant. When you come to our table, the temple is too small to suppress your Buddha!"
Ye Shuang was very satisfied with Feng Zhuyue's flattery and belittled herself. But looking at her glittering Di Hao's eyes, she knew that she was an equally proud person.
"I heard you are a dual-type magician."
A sentence made the sound of air sucking around him even more. Feng Zhuyue shrugged, with a disdainful smile in her eyes. What is a dual-type magician? She is obviously a five-type summoner. As long as she is willing, she will take time.
Is Ye Shuang still qualified to show off her power?
"I didn't notice it before, but it suddenly appeared. Why? Isn't Ye Da Summoner allowed me to be a double magician?"
Ye Shuang casually stroked the bangs on her forehead. Just a simple action, the people around her were blinded by their eyes. Now everyone's eyes were gathering on Feng Zhuyue's table.
And Yi Qingfeng, Yi Qingping and Yi Qingxue have been ignored by everyone and become air.
Feng Zhuyue is a peerless beauty, beauties, and the whole country is beautiful. Ye Shuang is the ice frost, and she is cold and arrogant.
It's really incredible that these two people meet.
People from Nansang Academy had long known that one of the eleven people who came in this time was a dual-department summoner. At the beginning, he didn't doubt it when he saw Feng Zhuyue's face.