"Shhh, it's us."

Zuo Yang didn't want to take this incident. Seeing that the demon slave had already brought the sign in front of them, he took the opportunity to make a gesture of silence and change the topic.

The ink-washing thrush is a girl, and she joined this sect to be the master. Can it be the same?

But then again, it seems that I haven't seen this girl for a long time, and I still miss her "concise and concise" speaking style, especially when summarizing the numerology, it's so sharp.

After a moment.

Each of them was already holding a bamboo stick in his hand.

But there are some differences.

The bamboo sticks in Wanchengmen's hand were all in color and there was nothing.

However, a small piece of the lower part of the bamboo stick in Zuo Yang's hand was dyed red.

I don't know what it means...

Zuo Yang and Wanchengmen looked at each other in confusion.

It was at this time.

"Wow, master, our signatures are the same. It seems that we will definitely be in the same camp in a while!"

A voice suddenly rang behind me.

Zuo Yang and Wanchengmen turned around in surprise, but they saw that the male player called "Sage Moment" he had met outside the venue before. This guy came to him at some point and was holding up the bamboo stick in his hand to show kindness to him.

“…”

Zuo Yang looked at him helplessly. This guy was really persistent.

"You know each other?"

Wanchengdi asked, thinking that if it was Zuo Yang's friend, then it would be his friend, and he would have to say hello.

"It's not considered a recognition, it's just that I met it when I was outside just now and said a few words."

Zuo Yang shook his head and said, "This is for the enemy of Wancheng, but also for the sages to listen to at all times. I hope he can understand his meaning and no longer get entangled."

If it’s normal, it’s okay to have multiple friends, but today’s situation is really not suitable for bringing people.

"oh."

The enemy of Wancheng nodded and no longer focused on the sage moment.

"Meeting is fate, master, I am a disciple of the Beggars' Sect. I don't know which sect you are from?"

The sage never knew it at all and was still talking nonsense beside him.

"I'm not a master..."

Zuo Yang was already a little impatient.

Only now did he deeply understand what this guy said before was the feeling of the two Nianluoba sects who had been harassed by him for half an hour. They could poison him instead of killing him directly, and they really had a good temper.

at the same time.

“Hulala…”

A sound of clothes breaking through the air sounded.

A beautiful woman wearing a purple dress with a high slit at the same time, but with two fair legs exposed under the purple long skirt that suddenly fell from the sky and landed lightly on the ring.

"Wow, this NPC is so beautiful!"

"I just vaguely saw the bottom of the skirt, black..."

"Damn it, I would be great if I could become her demon slave. I would die if I died... Unfortunately, only the leader of the demon slave has the opportunity to become an NPC demon slave, and others can only wait to be selected by the players."

"Guru..."

"Guru..."

“…”

A vulgar sigh immediately sounded on the ring, but more of it was the sound of swallowing saliva. These "demon slave spare tires" were really touched in just one second.

"So sexy!"

"I would have had long legs like that..."

"Envy, jealousy and hatred..."

“…”

Even many of the "Flower Candidates" in the stands were straightened, hoping that they could have such a charming figure.

But when the woman landed and people saw her face clearly, they were truly intoxicated.

She had a elegant and clean face, but there was a faint sense of natural charm between her eyebrows and eyes. The two traits were combined together and were particularly charming.

But don't be fooled by her appearance. Anyone who is familiar with her knows that in fact, her temperament is soft and her thorns are hidden in the soft, which often makes people fall into a trap without realizing it.

Her head was annotated with her identity: The Lord of the World, Qiqimeng.

“Hahaha…”

First he covered his mouth and chuckled.

Qi Qimeng's face showed a charming smile that was desirable, but perhaps because of her appearance and temperament, she was used to the ugly appearance of men salivating at her, and she was even more disgusted with all men for no reason. Although she was smiling, her eyes were unknowingly showing contempt.

"You demon slaves have already drawn bamboo sticks, so I will announce now that the literary battle is over!"

After glanced among the male players, Qi Qimeng's smile on her face became even more charming.

But as soon as these words were spoken, all male players, including Zuo Yang, were confused:

"Ah? That's the end? What does it mean?"

"What the hell is this fighting?"

"What a hasty literary fight, what's the point of comparison?"

“…”

Even the female players who watched on stage were fascinated. What about the promised literary fight? Where can I draw a lottery?

Just in the doubts of all players.

Qi Qimeng smiled charmingly, her voice was still so gentle and pleasant, "This level of literary battle is only a competition of luck. There is a saying you probably have heard: 'Luck is also part of strength'."

"As a spare tire for demon slaves, your luck sometimes affects the safety of your master, so... we don't need a depressed demon slave, and we are afraid that we will not only not help but also drag our master's back. What's the point of coming?"

"Listen, all the demon slaves who drew the red-headed tag will be driven out of the flower party site, waiting for the flower poison on their bodies to explode and eventually turn into a pile of rotten meat!"

Speaking of this, the smile on Qiqimeng's face was a little more charming than before, but it was creepy.

"Damn, I don't play by the rules at all..."

Upon hearing this result, Zuo Yang almost vomited an old blood.

A similar story immediately came to his mind: a company recruited and received a lot of resumes. Before deciding to notify who to interview, the interviewer threw half of them into the trash can without even reading them. Someone asked why, and he only said: "We don't want employees who are unlucky."

Damn, who can I ask for reason?

But by the way, I have always been lucky before, why are I so unlucky today?

Could it be... because I helped Shen Wansan, the North to change his fate yesterday, eventually attracted retribution from the Heavenly Way?

Just as he was thinking about this, a countdown to expel the Tianxia Flower Festival had appeared in his sight: 10,9...

I know how to play, Nianluoba, I remember you!

Zuo Yang thought hatefully.

Do you want to expose your identity as a "Young Master Wuque" now?

I just don’t know where the palace master is now and will appear?

But a familiar and boring voice came immediately behind him: "I don't agree, it's unfair! Why can't I stay if he can stay? Is this how Nian Luoba does things?"

"If this is the case, why should Nianluoba gain a foothold in the world in the future??"
Chapter completed!