At this moment, Ye Crow poked his head out of Cang Su's arms and lazily looked at the dancers on the stage swaying their waists.
After watching for a while, Ye Ya curled her lips in disgust and said to Cang Su: "Ugly mother, these women are not good-looking."
Hearing this, Cang Su raised her eyebrows, looked at the lithe beauties on the stage, and said with a smile: "What's so bad about you? Why are you, a little bird, so discerning?"
"She's not as good-looking as my beautiful sister..." After saying something weakly, Ye Yao glanced at Cang Su and continued quietly in his heart: "Besides, she's not as good-looking as my ugly mother when she's not ugly."
With this thought in his mind, Ye Yao secretly looked at Cang Su, whose face was completely penetrated by a scar.
"I really don't understand why the ugly mother never reveals her true appearance. She looks better that way..."
"Without enough strength, my original appearance will only become a stumbling block for me." At this time, Cang Su, who had been watching the performance, spoke quietly.
She doesn't have the strength to protect herself now, not to mention that it is better to stay as she is now than to regain her appearance and be surrounded by a group of people.
Without Qingcheng's appearance, Cang Su can better distinguish who of the people around her is sincere to her.
Cang Su reached out and touched Najie, and Cang Su frowned slightly.
Speaking of which, it is indeed a long time since I saw Jing Shui. It has been a long time since she left Fengyun College.
Xiang Cangsu's Najie also contains advanced techniques and advanced fighting skills specially reserved for Jing Shui.
But now that I can't even see him face to face, I don't know when I can give these to Jing Shui.
Just when Cang Su was thinking this, Ye Ya suddenly rushed out of her arms, flapped her wings, and shouted excitedly: "Ugly mother, look, look, it's a beautiful sister.
!!”
She thought Ye Yao had seen the top star in Xianjiang Hua, so Cang Su looked over calmly, but her emerald eyes suddenly widened.
Not far away, I saw a thin man who was more beautiful than the woman standing in the corner of the hall.
The eyebrows are as dark as black, and the face is as peach blossoms.
A face with oriental beauty that is different from the western continent. Such an appearance is indeed very rare in Sika country.
The man's face was delicate and delicate, as if he had stepped out of a painting, and the man's slightly frowning eyebrows revealed his impatience.
Her skin is as white as snow, with a touch of pink in it. From a distance, she looks like a peach in early summer, so sweet that it's unbelievable.
However, with such a perfect face, the man's eyes were like ice, giving off an icy aura.
Looking at this familiar face, Cang Su smiled happily and shouted excitedly: "Jing Shui?!"
Although today's Jing Shui is dressed in male attire, the iconic oriental face and cold aura are definitely Jing Shui's.
After confirming that the person was Jing Shui, Cang Su quickly stood up and walked quickly towards Jing Shui's location.
And here, Jing Shui, dressed in men's clothing, stood in a corner of the hall, a pair of beautiful eyes sweeping back and forth.
"Damn Columbia, where did you go?" Gritting his teeth in displeasure, Jing Shui crossed his arms and turned to leave.
And just when Jing Shui was about to lift her feet to leave, a greasy palm suddenly lay in front of her.
His brows suddenly knitted together, and his face looked cold in the mirror, looking faintly at the owner of the palm.