Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

The cloud dance stood, and the indifferent eyes glanced at the night ghost behind them, slightly jaw neck.

She didn't want to ignore them, but out of courtesy...

When was the word polite in her dictionary...

“A freshman of purple talent, that's funny.” Xuanshan, with a long blue sword in his hand, shouted at the corner of his mouth and watched the cloud dance eyes filled with interest.

In the college, there are few people with purple talent, and this new student actually has purple talent. Is it why he went out so long and didn't follow up on the college news?

Or is there a lot of purple talent in the Academy now?

The cloud dance glanced at Xuanshan and her indifferent eyes swept past her impatience. She was most annoyed to be measured with the eyes of a measuring object.

“Who are you?” The cloud dance looked back at the night ghost, which was not disgusting, and asked coldly.

That phrase seemed invisible and cold, leaving the back of the night cold.

“We were the last students to go out to practice and just come back to the promotion competition.” Without waiting for the night to speak, Xuanshan's mouth snapped and answered the cloud dance question first.

The cloud dance retrieved her eyes on the face of the night, didn't even look at Xuanshan, knew what she wanted to know, and she turned around and left.

Unconsciously, in ten days, it was the day of the promotion competition. The last time students went out to practice, they began to come back, in order to stand out in the promotion competition, to represent the Shenwang Samurai College in the tri-country competition.

As you can see, the talent of the students returning to the competition is very good. After a year of experience, it should be even more important, right?

The corner of the cloud dancer smiled and looked forward to the promotion competition.

Yunxinger is also a student of the Kamikaze Samurai College, and she will not miss this promotion competition.

The cloud-dancing eyes showed a cold smile and the corners of the mouth were bloodthirsty.

Xuanshan looked behind the cloud dance, her arrogant eyes hidden in darkness. How many women couldn't let him see it? She didn't even look at him!

This frustrated his always proud confidence, feeling like stepping on his dignity, with some scarred fingers in a fist.

And the calm nightshadow, watching the cloud dance disappear, a little thought, then retracted his gaze and glanced at the angry Xuanshan, and left without a word.

They went to college together, practiced together, practiced together, were enemies naturally formed from the moment they met, and to this day they remained tied, still enemies.

The cloud dance saw a scene that knocked her tongue out as she walked through the classroom's must-see path.

A schoolgirl, holding a letter, with a shameful little face, looked at Nangong Yi.

The first reaction of cloud dance is: in confession!

But how come Nangong Yi doesn't seem to care about the girl who's been talking?

The corner of the cloud dancer raised a smile, pretended to go to the class as if nothing had happened, and turned back sharply, facing the calm and calm eyes of Shangnan Miyayi.

“What a coincidence? ”

The cloud danced towards him, but his eyes kept glancing at the schoolgirl with the letter in her hand, thinking carefully.

Nangong Yi lowered her eyes and smiled lightly. “Are you going to class? ”

The cloud dance nodded and looked at the female student all the way, sitting opposite Nangong Yi, her eyes doubted and she asked cunningly: “Is she? ”

Nangong Yi glanced at the female student and then smiled at the cloud dance: “A stranger in a class. ”

His words stunned the girl student slightly, pinched the letter fingers white, a pair of water eyes tears orbited, seemingly overflowing.

Suddenly, the schoolgirl threw down her letter and ran away. One arm rubbed tears and disappeared into their sight.

Cloud dance retracted his gaze and looked back at Nangong Yi, who was still smiling lightly like a god. His eyes changed color: “As for? ”

Nangong Yi glanced slightly, the corner of his mouth smiled shallow, and said softly: “I have had a goal to follow in my life, so everything else is superfluous except the one that I followed. ”

His words, like the stranger just said, were as ruthless and as cold as a smile.

How she forgot, he also had a ruthless breath in his bones, but he was hidden by his calm and calm breath, that ruthless natural will not be discovered, and no one will deliberately touch it.

They're the same people, so they can understand what they're thinking, just like she and the dragon did.

The cloud dance took a lunch class until this afternoon. I didn't see the dragon come looking for her. There was some doubt in my mind. Why is this guy so quiet today?

Seems like it's become a habit to see his figure every day, and you don't seem to get used to it the day you don't.

But every time I see him, I don't know what I can do...

Cloud-dancing spirituality, patrolling himself, did not find dragons hiding in the dark, glances past a glimmer of loss.

It was not until she returned to the dorm that the dragon was sitting in front of the dorm door waiting for her.

The feeling of her loss just momentarily disappeared when she saw him.

“What have you done?” The cloud danced toward the dragon, watching him with some messy silver hair and a little muddy white coat, his eyes swept past a glimmer of confusion.

He's been robbed, right?

Why is this mess so messy and some of it so intolerable?

The dragon just smiled at her, opened her chest, and looked at her instantly, like a child's pure eyes, instantly.

At this moment, the refusal rose in the heart of the cloud dance, and when he saw the eyes he prayed for, some couldn't bear to refuse.

At the corner of the cloud dancer's mouth, he walked to him, then turned around, opened his arms, glanced back at the dragon and cast an evil glance, “Catch. ”

The dragon poured the corner of his evil mouth and swept through the depths of his eyes. The woman surprised him again, but he nodded quickly.

The cloud dance took a deep breath, looked up at the blue cloud sky, closed the stars slightly, felt the moment of general relaxation, falling backwards, as the body rapidly fell.

The next second, she was caught in a warm, secure embrace.

“How was your husband?” The dragon poured evil into her cheek and laughed.

White eyes of cloud dance, looking at his messy silver hair and some wrinkled clothes on his body, slightly frowned, "What the hell were you doing? ”

She can hardly imagine what could make him deal with such a mess.

The dragon just looked at the cloud dance in his arms and didn't answer her question, but she smelled a bloody smell on him.

Cloud-dancing glances swept through the cold and the warmth in the corners of the mouth condensed instantly.

She slipped open his sleeve and stunned her slightly by the scene in the curtain.