Chapter 839

"I lost."

After the recovery, the combat effectiveness naturally recovered, however, Chen Shan did not choose to continue fighting, but bowed his head to the purple field, "thank you for saving my life."

Ziqianmo said indifferently: "do it yourself."

Before walking off the stage..

Ziqianmo's eyes, to the direction of the high-rise building of Xingchen Pavilion, swept.

Where?

Behind the window.

There is an old man with white hair and white beard, white Pavilion master.

He is no longer drooping sleepy eyes, but opened his eyelids, showing a pair of slightly sad, disappointed ice pupil.

Disappointment is to Chen Shan.

Sadness is also a pity for Chenshan.

Purple path is to see the white Pavilion such eyes, just for a moment can't bear, from the heart of compassion.

It's not easy for the elderly.

I don't want to make old people sad.

What's more, she and the white Pavilion master have long been friends.

This Chen mountain, the nature is not bad, only because witnessed the tragic death of Chen star just temporarily into the barrier, not without medicine.

She doesn't want to be a demon with bloody hands. She has to forgive others.

Chenshan, there is no reason to die.

For her, a heart clearing charm is just something that can be made by drawing a few strokes.

Ziqianmo didn't know.

After she saved Chen Shan's life and pulled him out of the abyss, in the administrative building of the star Pavilion, behind a window, the ice eyes of the white Pavilion owner were slightly wet and murmured: "thank you. I'm relieved. "

Thank you for leaving a glimmer of hope for Xingchen Pavilion.

Thank you for letting bygones be bygones.

At the same time——

Xiaojun can have a sister like you to teach and guide. Why worry about becoming a talent in the future?

"In the third inning, the day round Pavilion and the purple fields won."

The referee, the deacon, announced the result of the match.

So far, the score of the kicking match between rilunge and xingxingge is 2-1.

The fourth inning is about to start.

"In the fourth inning, give me a chance."

On this side of the day round Pavilion, on the seat of the competition, the little emperor Jingxuan of the South moon was eager to have a try.

As a candidate, from the beginning to the end, it's on the sidelines. He's itchy, too. Okay.

Qian Jue looked at Jingxuan and asked, "do you really want to go up?"

Jing Xuan stares at her: "this still has false?"

Why does this woman always question him?

Question his feelings for her.

Question his sincerity to her.

Now, question his words again.

It's really - I want to piss him off.

Hum!

He won't let her do what she wants. If he is angry to death, isn't she going to be widowed?

The narcissistic little emperor thinks so.

"Be careful then." Qian is not intentionally splashing cold water, but really worried about his safety, "star Pavilion there, the next player, no accident, is Deng Ruan. The cultivation of the congenital middle state. "

Jingxuan unconvinced: "even if I was born under the border, will also be able to win over him!"

Yes, the cultivation of the little emperor is actually average.

It is estimated that it is similar to Yu Zhujun.

However, the little emperor was a little younger than Yu Zhujun.

To a certain extent, the little emperor's talent is excellent.

Ziqianmo, as the team leader, nodded and agreed: "OK, you go."

Jingxuan wants to go up and play, so let him go.

It's better to win. The fight ends three to one and the kicking is successful. Everyone gets the reward. When they go home, they should eat and drink, and then hold a celebration banquet.