"Okay, okay!" Emperor Jing waved his hands angrily.
Postponement, postponement, youlongbang has been held many times in history, but it has never been postponed. Why is it so troublesome when it is the turn of the Eastern Jin Dynasty.
Emperor Jing thought about changing the referee, but after asking several families, all the important figures in those families were not here! So Emperor Jing could only wait.
Fortunately, Master Rong Yun is quite trustworthy.
The day before the competition, I finally arrived belatedly and caught up with this dragon ranking feast.
Nanshan.
When Su Luo saw Master Rong Yun, her eyes showed joy and she pursed her lips and smiled: "Master, you are finally back. If you don't come back, Uncle Nangong will send someone to kidnap me."
Master Rong Yun is dressed in a white brocade robe, with a long jade body, a face like the Mid-Autumn Moon, as gentle as jade, as elegant as a chrysanthemum, so noble and elegant that it is almost suffocating, but this thin figure stands at the pinnacle of the strongest human beings.
strength.
Master Rong Yun looked at Su Luo, smiled faintly, and said in a gentle and low voice, "Is your body completely healed?"
He always speaks in such an unhurried, gentle and lazy manner, with an indescribably beautiful ending.
Su Luo ran up and took his arm, handed it to him with her right wrist, and smiled: "Master, please take a look at it, is it really good?"
Master Rong Yun glanced at Su Luo out of the corner of his eye, his dark eyes like a heavy stroke in an ink painting, and nodded slightly: "The recovery is pretty good, and he is now a big fat piece of delicious meat."
Master Rong Yun pinched Su Luo's bulging cheeks and gave a faint smile of endearment.
Rong Yun didn't smile often, but the gentle beauty of his smile could not be described by any adjective in the world. It was simply stunning.
Su Luo just looked at him stupidly, and then, she was directly carried away by Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun raised his long arm, placed Su Luo behind him, and glanced sideways at Master Rong Yun: "Master is worthy of being a master. I'm so late that I still have time to chatter here."
"Nangong Liuyun." Su Luo tugged at his sleeve secretly. How could he be so rude to the master!
Nangong Liuyun allowed Su Luo to almost tear off his sleeves without looking back at her, but his expression became darker and darker.
Master Rong Yun raised the corners of his lips gracefully and hooked his slender fingers towards Su Luo: "Come to my master's side."
The master has an order, and no disciple dares to disobey him. So, Su Luo left Nangong Liuyun and went to Master Rong Yun's place.
In this room, Nangong Liuyun never pulled him back, and his complexion suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and was so heavy that it could almost drip water.
His black hair was slanting down, but now it was almost standing upright, and his clenched fists made a clanking sound.
In that compartment, Master Rong Yun held Su Luo's hand and said this as if there was no one around.
He is so beautiful, everything he does is exquisite and noble, he is extremely elegant, and his strength is so unpredictable that it makes people feel uncertain.
Su Luo didn't notice Nangong Liuyun's blaming face at all. At this time, she and his master were sitting side by side on the soft couch, telling him about the past with a smile.
Master used to always have a stern face, and Su Luo was used to his indifference and distance. Suddenly Master became amiable, so Su Luo naturally wanted to seize this opportunity.
At this time, what Su Luo was talking about was elated and in high spirits.
The contrast with Nangong Liuyun's livid and angry face is very obvious.
Finally, Master Rong Yun squeezed Su Luo's little arm and wrinkled his beautiful brows: "Is it still that little strength?"