Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

Zhou Feiyu's breath surrounded him, his eyes filled with aggression, and he would not leave easily without seeing the woman's true face.

When he remembered that a pair of purple-eyed demons danced in the clouds, he felt like he had been hit hard by something.

Some twitching tremors...

And at this point.

Cloud dance changed into outdoor college clothes, appeared in the other corner of the crowd, her mouth picked gently, her eyes flexibly patrolled, as if looking for someone.

She was deliberately approved by the elders to watch the selection competition, so she no longer had to sneak around.

At this time, the supervisor examiner went to the ring and remained Yanagi and the other two mentors.

Looking at the students under the ring, Yanako sat on the examiner's seat and cleared her voice: “This year, for the second time in the selection competition, the winner will be admitted to the inner college, hoping that everyone can play their best! ”

When he heard his words fall, the next call jumped.

“Well, I now announce that the first round of the selection competition begins! ”

At the moment when Willow's voice fell, the selection competition officially began...

The cloud dancer looked around, but still didn't find the familiar figure, so he stopped looking, but watched the stage quietly.

She just didn't realize it herself, the slightest loss that had passed deep inside her eyes...

It's just that at this time.

Zhou Fei Yu on the other side seemed to find her at the tip of her eyes. A pair of aggressive eyes looked at her instantly, and the fanaticism of those eyes was bright.

Is she here?

Wu Cold noticed the abnormality of Zhou Fei Yu. He looked in his direction and saw that in the other crowd, he was indifferent in color, pale in face, and dressed in a cloud dance outside the college.

She seemed to be surrounded by a kind of cool ambiguity that made her feel untouchable.

Is she really the legendary Miss Crazy Nine? Once again, he can't help but question the credibility of the rumors.

Looking at Zhou Non Yu's fanatical color, the five cold foreheads wrinkled, a pair of sharp eyes slightly lower.

Your Highness seems to be playing real this time.

If it can't be stopped, it can only help him do what he wants.

Zhou Feiyu put all his thoughts and sights on the cloud dance. Naturally, he did not notice the complexity of the five cold moments. He looked at the cloud dance and his heart was unknown.

The cloud dance seemed to feel a strong and hot gaze, staring at itself dead in some corner, Willow eyebrows lowered and a hint of chills swept through his eyes.

Turning back, her cold eyes happened to be hot and complicated on non-feathers last week.

The fourth eye turns back, the cold-blooded collision, is doomed to be a crossroads of desire.

Cloud dance looked at Zhou Feiyu, and I really disliked his gaze.

However, the cloud dance didn't pay much attention, so he took his gaze back and didn't even look at him.

Zhou Feiyu glanced at her with cold eyes, swept past a little anger, a pair of fists held tight, and for a moment he had the urge to strangle her.

Look at him one more time and make her so excluded?

What's worse than that man?

Just as he was walking towards her with anger, a figure of height arrived quietly and stood behind the cloud dance.

Zhou Fei Yu's body suddenly stifled. He looked at the shadow and his bottom grew more angry.

The man is…

……

Cloud dance watches the fight on the stage.

At this time, participants can say that they have exhausted all their efforts. Sometimes lightning strikes like a Pluto storm. Sometimes hurricanes turn clouds and colors. Each student has his own strength, his moves are unpredictable and his martial arts are getting higher and higher.

However, although the cloud dance has been watching every move on the stage, its eyes are as bright and calm as a mirror lake, with no slight change at all, as if the mind was not on the stage at all.

Duh, that felt a powerful breath running behind her.

The cloud-dancing eyes were instantly cold and the palms flipped slightly upwards, just as the hand was about to strike, a familiar smell invaded the tip of the nose.

Her mouth flashed, pretending to feel nothing, still looking at the ring, those cool and calm eyes revealed a hidden flame.

Dragon looked at her pick up and put down her palms, and a smile of evil melancholy whispered, “Little things, do you want to murder your husband? ”

His evil and seductive voice came from her ears, and the fiery smell burned her indifferent breath, wrapped her hands around her waist.

The cheeks of the cloud dance were hot to refute her disorientation, “Is murder of a loved one a capital offence? ”

Dragon sat in the empty seat of the racetrack next to her, approaching her slightly reddish cheek, Evil Mei smiled, “Of course it's a capital crime, I can also point to the ability to continue future generations. ”

His voice was not loud and he was almost as low as it sounded.

However, he fell into Zhou Fei Yu's ear, standing behind the other side.

Zhou Feiyu looked at the ambiguity between them, watched the cloud dance shyly snuggle on him, a pair of fingers clearly divided hands, holding fist chirping, nails pierced his flesh, blood along fist drop by drop, he was also suddenly unconscious.

Nangong Yi heard this sentence, his body seemed to slightly symbolize, then turned his head slightly, but his eyes first stopped on the cloud dance body, calm as a mirror eyes hidden a slight dark flow.

Then he looked at the dragon next to her and looked at the scene of the two snuggling together. His calm eyes were slightly lower, and then he looked back at the stage.

The cloud dance whitewashed the dragon, and this guy could say anything to make her say the right thing anytime, anywhere, just like now, even though she was lazy to ignore other people's different eyes.

But the man's mouth is full of shit again.

“How's it going?” Neither did the cloud dance earn its way through the evil arms of the dragon, looking at the rivalry on the ring and asking.

“Do you think your man needs to prepare for a race like this?” The dragon heard the evil words, the evil smiled, glanced at the ring, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile of madness and confidence.

The people around the scene suddenly heard the bold and arrogant words of dragons, and they couldn't help but look at each other, but no one said anything.

At this time, the dragon was dressed in a college uniform with a black veil on his head, making it impossible to see his face. However, there was the last time Miss Nine Wastes of the Cloud dance bloomed.

This time, a lot of people are cautious, especially, a lot of people recognize cloud dance.

That was the last time, from the master of arts and crafts, she fought with strange and powerful force for the only Miss Yunjia Jiu to enter the inner college.

I heard that the one who wears the black veil every day is the dragon prince of the Zhou dynasty, who was married to Miss Jiu by the lord some time ago.

But didn't you say that the dragon prince was also a waste?