Chapter 416

Although Zhou ruo'an was not good at composing poems, he also hated these elegant things, but compared with the previous colorful head, it was too relaxed.

She couldn't help but feel relieved and nodded her head without thinking. Her watery eyes were full of happiness.

Looking at her happy appearance, Ling Tianwang couldn't help humming. There was something indescribable in her heart.

However, he also knew that the reason for his unhappiness was untenable. He soon put down his thoughts. He looked up at Zhou ruo'an and asked, "if you win, what should you do?"

Because before Ling Tianwang's words, Zhou ruo'an's heart beat faster and his mind was in chaos, so he had no way to really think calmly.

After listening to this inquiry, she raised her hand to touch her chin, and said with some annoyance, "I haven't thought about it yet. I'll wait until the results come out."

Ling Tianwang picked eyebrows and nodded carelessly.

His toes slightly, a force like a cheetah toward Zhou ruo'an rushed past, even because the speed is too fast, leaving a faint shadow in the air.

"Then start," Ling Tianwang's silent voice still reverberated in the air, and his people had disappeared without a trace.

Although Zhou ruo'an had been ready for a long time, he didn't expect that the speed of the other side could be as fast as this.

There was a little tension in her eyes, but she was more eager to try and excited to meet the strong.

"I will definitely win you," Zhou ruo'an murmured in a low voice. His arm on his chest suddenly stretched out behind him.

There was a touch of snow-white in the air. The prick couldn't open his eyes, only heard a jingle. Ling Tianwang's figure finally appeared in front of Zhou ruo'an.

"Good response," a hit, Ling Tianwang couldn't help laughing praise, the heart of the war is stronger, "but still not enough."

Zhou ruo'an turned a deaf ear to these words.

After that, the confrontation between the two became more and more fierce. Daggers and swords banged, and there was a shining electric light reverberating in the colorless air.

The clouds in the sky are swaying slowly, changing the frequency of their activities wantonly.

People on the ground are constantly close to and apart, only the indomitable sharpness always exists.

It's getting dark, and the victory is finally separated.

Ding was another collision between sword and dagger. But after that, Ling Tianwang didn't retreat as before, instead, he rushed forward.

The sword in his hand quickly changed and drew complicated patterns in the air. Finally, the sharp blade fell on Zhou ruo'an's neck.

Zhou ruo'an's eyes crossed a touch of surprise, but only helpless.

Her fingers keep clenching and loosening, although the dagger has been holding tightly, now it has lost all the resistance ability.

After a deep look at Ling Tianwang, Zhou ruo'an was unconvinced and stressed, "next time, I will win you."

Ling Tianwang picks his eyebrows and carelessly throws the sword to the side. Naturally, someone rushes in and puts it back on the weapon rack.

Because of the constant movement, Ling Tianwang gasps slightly at this time, and sticks some messy hair on his scalp, which makes him feel more dissolute and uninhibited.

"Then I'll wait for you," he said, looking straight at Zhou ruo'an with a layer of mist like eyes. There was a mixture of spirit and doting.

Zhou ruo'an is constantly taking a deep breath, slowly adjusting his shortness of breath and heartbeat.

She took a look at Ling Tianwang, did not say anything, but silently recorded the matter in the bottom of her heart, engraved on the bone.

It was a bit darker, and the people who were in front of him became a little fuzzy. Although someone nearby quickly lit the lamp and carried the lantern, Zhou ruo'an was still a bit uncomfortable.

"Let's go," Zhou said.

Looking at her big step meteor left back, Ling Tianwang chuckled, slowly chasing up.

He walked slowly, but because of his height and long legs, he easily caught up with Zhou ruo'an.

"Don't forget our bet," Ling Tianwang said in a low voice with a smile.

As soon as it was mentioned, Zhou ruo'an's atmosphere became longer.

How much she loved fighting, how much she hated literature, let alone writing poetry.

But since it was something that she had promised, Zhou ruo'an could not say the words of prevarication in any case, even though she knew that as long as she mentioned it, Ling Tianwang would easily choose to give up the investigation.

After deeply closing his eyes, Zhou ruo'an tried his best to suppress the impulse of rude words in his heart, saying word by word, "I naturally remember, but I don't like these things, and the things I do can't get into your eyes, you can't dislike them."Ling Tianwang pondered, deliberately frowned and made a dilemma.

Listening to his deliberately elongated tone, Zhou Ruo stopped when he settled down, looked at him indignantly, and asked coldly, "what do you mean?"

In the light of the candle, Zhou ruo'an is more and more attractive. Whether it's her eyes covered with mist, her cheeks flushed with anger, or her teeth biting the bright red lips, all of them are unconsciously teasing people and making people want more.

Ling Tianwang's eyes color gradually become deep down, fingers some restraint, and unconsciously with a bit eager to try.

Although Zhou ruo'an didn't know what Ling Tianwang was thinking, she instinctively felt the danger. She frowned slightly, her toes moved, and subconsciously made a defensive gesture.

Looking at her action, Ling Tianwang suddenly recovered.

He shook his head, raised his head, kneaded his forehead, and lamented in his heart that his self-control ability was constantly decreasing.

"As long as it's your poem, no matter what, it's my favorite writing," Ling Tianwang slowly put down his fingers and whispered with a smile.

Hearing such an answer, Zhou ruo'an felt a little satisfied.

She took a look at each other, easily forget the strange before, because in her heart, Ling Tianwang is the most trustworthy person.

Ling Tianwang can easily capture her trust in her back. She can't help but smile bitterly. She raises her hand and pinches her high nose. She has some helpless laments in her heart, but she still loves each other more.