Mu Yansong slowly sat up and shook his head.
Zhao Zixu was still worried: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, don't force it."
"Yeah!" Mu Yansong responded and looked at Su Xiaoxiao and Lu Ye: "How was the result of the game?"
"That's good. Xiaoxiao won first place and got a storage ring. My master..." Lu Ye scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "My master was tricked by Wen Jiuer and only got third place."
Mu Yansong didn't hear the second half of the sentence at all.
He looked at Su Xiaoxiao without blinking, then reached out and pulled her to his side.
"You should be happy that you got what you wanted!"
"I'm very happy, but I'm also worried about you."
Su Xiaoxiao bit her lip and looked at the clothes he was still wearing, which were stained with blood.
"Wen Jiuer was really cruel. But don't worry, I've already avenged you!"
"Oh, how did you help me get revenge?"
As Mu Yansong's voice fell, Su Xiaoxiao recounted everything that had just happened.
When Mu Yansong heard this, his eyes curved and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.
"Xiaoxiao is so amazing!"
"Brother Song, you can actually laugh, it's amazing!"
Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head to look at him, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch his face.
Mu Yansong was stunned and quickly suppressed his smile.
Luye felt ignored by the two and said unhappily, "Hey, I got third place, which is pretty impressive. You piece of shit, why are you only praising Xiaoxiao and not praising me?"
"boast!"
Luye: "It's over?"
"Um."
Mu Yansong nodded as a matter of course.
Luye felt his perfunctory attitude and became even angrier.
"It took five words to praise Xiaoxiao, but only one to praise Xiaoye. Do you dare to be more perfunctory?"
"Luye, you're not jealous, are you?"
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