"Alright, alright!" Emperor Jing waved his hands angrily.
Postponement, postponement. The Dragon List has been held many times in history and has never been postponed. Why is it so troublesome when it comes to the Eastern Jin Dynasty?
Emperor Jing had considered changing the referee, but after asking several families, he found that none of the bigwigs in those families were in the palace! So Emperor Jing could only wait.
Fortunately, Master Rong Yun is still trustworthy.
On the day before the competition, I finally arrived and caught up with this Dragon Ranking feast.
Nanshan.
When Su Luo saw Master Rong Yun, she was filled with joy and smiled, "Master, you are finally back. If you hadn't come back, Uncle Nangong would have sent someone to kidnap me."
Master Rong Yun was dressed in a white brocade robe, with a tall and graceful figure. His face was like the Mid-Autumn Moon, gentle as jade, and elegant as a chrysanthemum. He was so noble and graceful that it was almost suffocating. However, this thin figure had the strength to stand at the pinnacle of human strength.
Master Rong Yun looked at Su Luo, smiled faintly, and said in a gentle and low voice: "Are you feeling better now?"
He always spoke slowly, gently and lazily, with an indescribably pleasant ending.
Su Luo ran up and took his arm, holding his right wrist, and said with a giggle: "Master, please take a look and see if it is really healed?"
Master Rong Yun glanced at Su Luo from the corner of his eye. His dark eyes were like the thick strokes in an ink painting. He nodded slightly and said, "You've recovered quite well. You've become a big, fragrant piece of fat meat."
Master Rong Yun pinched Su Luo's chubby cheeks and smiled dotingly.
Rong Yun doesn't smile often, but the gentle beauty in his smile is beyond description by any adjectives in the world. It's simply stunningly beautiful.
Su Luo just looked at him stupidly, and then she was taken away by Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun extended his long arm and placed Su Luo behind him. He glanced at Master Rongyun with a proud look, "Master, you are worthy of being a master. You have come so late and still have time to talk here."
"Nangong Liuyun." Su Luo secretly tugged at his sleeve. How could he be so rude to his master?
Nangong Liuyun let Su Luo almost tear his sleeves off without even looking back at her, but his expression became increasingly gloomy.
Master Rong Yun raised the corner of his lips gracefully and hooked his slender fingers towards Su Luo: "Come to my side."
Master has given an order, and the disciple dares not disobey. So, Su Luo directly left Nangong Liuyun and went to Master Rongyun.
On this side, Nangong Liuyun hadn't been pulled back yet, and his face suddenly turned as dark as the ash at the bottom of a pot, so dark that water could almost drip out of it.
His jet-black hair used to hang down, but now almost every strand stood up, and his clenched fists made a crackling sound as his joints collided.
Over there, Master Rong Yun was holding Su Luo's hand and saying these words as if no one was around.
He is so beautiful, his every move is exquisite and noble, elegant to the extreme, and his strength is so unfathomable that people are unsure of his whereabouts.
Su Luo didn't notice Nangong Liuyun's face that looked like a scapegoat at all. At this moment, she was sitting side by side with his master on the soft couch, talking and laughing as she told him about the past.
The master always had a stern face before, and Su Luo was used to his coldness and alienation. Suddenly, the master became amiable, so Su Luo naturally wanted to seize this opportunity.
At this moment, Su Luo was speaking with great joy and enthusiasm.
The contrast with Nangong Liuyun's ashen and angry face was very obvious.
Finally, Master Rong Yun pinched Su Luo's little arm and frowned: "Is your strength still this low?"
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