All the people around were stunned, and their eyes were full of amazement. Looking at the two people who embraced each other without any hesitation, everyone didn't understand this. Fengjue didn't tell anyone anything.

But now this situation?

What's going on?

If everyone was surprised, then Zhu Zhen felt extremely ashamed. A moment ago, he said that he was full of words, but he didn't expect that the poor boy, whom they believed would lose, gave everyone a hard slap.

The slap was so loud that Zhu Zhen couldn't lift her head completely.

You know, Zhu's house is very famous in Yangzhou city. If it's not like this, how can fengjue visit?

Zhu Zhen stands on one side, her whole body is shaking. The look of looking at Zhu Zhen's abuse makes Zhu Zhen feel more ashamed. There is only one idea in her heart, that is to kill Jing Lang, a poor boy.

Looking at Jing Lang's tattered body, I see that he is from other places. Is there anyone in Yangzhou that Zhu Zhen dare not provoke!

What's more, it's still a smelly boy.

Zhu Zhen thinks that the sight of looking at Jing Lang is full of murders. Jing Lang slowly releases Feng Jue's body. About a moment ago, she was so excited that she didn't notice her image. Now when she comes back, Feng Jue is surprised to find that she is holding Jing Lang together.

Suddenly feel a kind of red face, was seen by so many people, let the wind incomparably embarrassed, carefully looked at jinglang, but on the jinglang that pair of burning eyes, suddenly face more red, stare at jinglang, eyes full of blame color.

"It's all your fault." Feng Jue stares at Jing Lang, but the corner of his mouth is a faint radian. Such a coquettish appearance makes the swordsmen around him stare at him, and his eyes are almost straight.

No matter in front of anyone, fengjue girl is as cold as ice, but now she is in the arms of other men. It's really amazing!

Looking at Feng Jue's appearance, Jing Lang immediately laughs. He raises his hand and holds Feng Jue's hand. He turns to Zhu Zhen and says faintly, "Master Zhu, is it time to fulfill your promise now?"

"What?" Zhu Zhen suddenly heard Jing Lang's words, slightly a Leng, in the eyes revealed a little color of doubt.

"Who won this game? I said that if I win, I will take something from you. " Jing Lang looks at Zhu Zhen and says indifferently.

"Ha ha..." Zhu Zhen said with a faint smile: "yes, you can take what you want."

“……” Looking at Zhu Zhen's appearance, Jing Lang nodded his head and said, "well, I'll take it myself." Jing Lang said, turning his head and looking around, his eyes fell on a man with a long sword in his hand.

"Young master, I wonder if I can borrow my sword for the next time?" Jinglang walked slowly to the man's front, slightly to the man arched asked.

"Good." The man suddenly heard Jing Lang's question, and his eyes showed a light color of doubt. However, he nodded slowly, raised his hand and handed out the sword. He didn't know what Jing Lang wanted the sword to do.

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