Chu Hongluan smiled slyly and whispered something in Gu Chunxiao's ear.
Gu Chunxiao looked up at Song Nanhe hesitantly for a while before nodding.
With Song Nanhe's appearance, he should have joined the Hehuan Sect, so why is he a sword cultivator? But his sword unexpectedly suits him perfectly. When he draws his sword, his robes flutter in the wind, elegant yet sharp, gentle and free, yet concealing deadly intent. His opponent, He Yu, couldn't even last three moves against him before falling off the stage.
"Number 1, Song Nanhe wins!"
At the same time, the match on stage 7 also ended.
As soon as number 13 entered the arena, the referee shouted: "Number 13, Qi Yue, versus number 499, Chu Hongluan!"
So Chu Hongluan waved to Song Nanhe: "Young Master Song! Over here!"
Song Nanhe tilted his head slightly, a hint of doubt showing in his handsome eyes, but he still walked towards Chu Hongluan as soon as he stepped off the stage.
"I'd like to trouble you, Young Master Song, to look after my sister for me! I'll be right back."
After saying that, Chu Hongluan slipped away, leaving Song Nanhe and Gu Chunxiao staring at each other in disbelief.
"Um... what's your name, miss?"
"Gu Chunxiao".
"My name is Song Nanhe."
"Um."
"..."
On the other side, Chu Hongluan had already stepped onto the competition stage. She looked at the little girl Qiao Yue with her thin arms and legs in front of her and silently mourned for her for three seconds.
Qiao Yue looked at the excessively beautiful girl in front of her and blushed for no reason.
How come... this is so big?
Her waist... is so thin...
Such beautiful feet...so alluring...
Chu Hongluan felt goosebumps all over her body. What was going on? Why did she feel so uneasy?
"Miss Chu, I apologize for offending you."
Qiao Yue smiled shyly, then suddenly swung the large hammer behind her, creating a gust of wind as she smashed it down hard towards Chu Hongluan!
No one saw clearly how Hongluan made her move. In the blink of an eye, Qiao Yue and her hammer fell straight out of the arena in a perfect parabola and lay flat.
"Number 499, Chu Hongluan wins!"
After leaving the stage, Chu Hongluan walked over to Qiao Yue, who was still lying on the ground.
"How are you?"
Qiao Yue's eyelashes trembled, but she didn't open her eyes; only her muscles visibly tensed.
Is this a beating?
Chu Hongluan squatted down and gently poked Qiao Yue's face.
Qiao Yue's face turned bright red at a visible speed.
Chu Hongluan looked confused.
After thinking for a moment, Chu Hongluan picked Qiao Yue up in her arms.
Qiao Yue buried her face in Chu Hongluan's chest and couldn't help but rub against him.
Hehe... beautiful sister... so soft...
At this moment, Liu Jinghong led several disciples from the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion over and asked, "Do you need medical treatment?"
Chu Hongluan nodded and was about to hand Qiao Yue to a male disciple next to her when Qiao Yue suddenly "sat up in shock" and slipped out of Chu Hongluan's arms.
"Cough cough, I, I'm fine."
Liu Jinghong smiled slightly, but her gaze toward Qiao Yue was somewhat cold: "It's good that you're alright."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com