Her voice was as calm as the calm sea, but it suddenly burst into wildness.
Just a few words made the entire Yuanshi Palace completely agitated.
Tu Weiwei and the others were slightly stunned, while all the disciples in the hall were already shocked and in an uproar. They all widened their eyes and looked at the girl standing in a messy and luxurious place.
That touch of red dress is like the blood on Shura's knife, blooming in the abyss of hopelessness!
Xiao Li sat on the throne where the souls were intertwined, looking at Chu Yue's back with worry.
Only those who have personally fought can understand the terror of this group of people.
Even more paranoid and extreme than a desperate desperado!
Some disciples took a few steps back and looked at Chu Yue in fear, thinking that she had gone crazy, otherwise how could she say such arrogant words!
"What did you say?"
Tu Weiwei didn't seem to hear it clearly, or she couldn't believe it, and laughed exaggeratedly, "You want to fight against our three Star-cutting disciples alone? Who...gave you the courage?"
Tu Weiwei's pair of charming and beautiful eyes spread to the extreme, like a gloomy patient.
Her pupils were like civet cat eyes, compressed into brown lines.
The blue sky and daylight made the disciples feel frightened.
Among the ten Xingxing disciples in Shenxuan Academy, Tu Weiwei has a place in the world and is famous all over the world, thanks to her bloody and paranoid heart.
One can't help but wonder whether her soul had been twisted into the shape of a devil some dark night.
"How can Senior Sister Tu do it herself when dealing with a useless person who knows nothing about the world?"
Wearing a black robe, wearing combat boots, and with messy but evil-looking hair, a young man stepped out and slashed towards the ground of the Yuanshi Palace with a huge sword that opened the sky.
Hunting in the wild wind——
Han Liuyun raised his handsome face and smiled wildly: "Recently, my junior sister has returned with glory and fame, but I don't know how much of it there is. Is the meritorious service achieved through the pleasures of the bed much more comfortable than that of other disciples?
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The young man's words were full of cynicism, and every word said that Chu Yue was what he was today because of Ye Mohan's light.
Without the aura of Emperor Zun, he would have become that misbehaving disciple lying on the ground in public, being bullied, and having no dignity at all!
Han Liuyun's words were very instructive. For most disciples, Ye Chuyue's original aura was weaker than theirs.
Why did they do nothing, but Ye Chuyue left her name on the monument, which alarmed the ten major colleges.
It’s not because they are down-to-earth and work steadily, without any shortcuts.
Indeed, even if they knew it well, Ye Chuyue had never had a good time in the past five years, and it was inevitable that he would have spent many nights in front of thousands of people today.
But they are willing to ignore some of the truth, just to feel a little relieved!
Looking at the glances one after another, how many people are admiring and how many are mocking!
Shen Qingfeng's body was covered with scars and his eyes were red, "Bullshit! You're talking nonsense!"
He stood staggeringly in the Yuanshi Hall, the glass light reflecting on his blood-stained cheeks.
He has always been taciturn and prides himself on being arrogant. At this moment, he did not care about his image at all, just to vent his anger.
"You know nothing!"
Shen Qingfeng glared at Han Liuyun, a disciple of Zhanxing: "Let me ask you, where was Ye Mohan when my sister was accused by thousands of people?"
"My sister is about to starve to death. Where is Ye Mohan when she is begging on the street? You see my sister's achievements today, but have you ever seen her in abjection and neglected family in the past five years?"
"He, Ye Mohan, is not here, and neither am I, the brother. She worked hard with her hands, but your light words now have wiped out all her hard work!"