Heavenly God Mnemonic

Mr. Lu also smiled and said: "Even if other boys don't kill him, Wu Qiyue will wake up sooner or later. Men are based in the world and rely on strength, not face."

You Ye nodded, and said: "This is indeed a ridiculous episode. It seems that Wu Qiyue's heart is immature. Before the Qianlong Chart is re-ranked next year, I will test her opinion to see if she is right on the Qianlong Chart. Interested. If she can not participate, I can pay a certain amount of compensation to ensure that Fu Zhuo Nasi can keep the four kings."

Mr. Lu nodded and said, "Then Yang Qingxuan...does the young man want to support him on the Qianlong Ranking?"

You Ye said: "The Qianlong ranked 100, and the next 90 are all rubbish. I only like the top ten. If Yang Qingxuan has the potential to enter the top ten, it is worth my investment in him. Otherwise, No need for that."

Mr. Lu was startled: "The top ten, that can reach the level of Fang Chen. Fang Chen was like the son last year, and succeeded in challenging the higher level. After all, his master is Elder Lu Jiangpeng."

You Ye smiled coldly and said: "If you don't grind jade, you can't make a weapon. It's so easy to get to the top ten of the Qianlong list. Let Cui Zhirong play."

Mr. Lu was shocked and exclaimed: "He? Then, this, this, this, didn't this directly sentence Yang Qingxuan to death?"

You Ye said: "If he can defeat Cui Zhirong, he will definitely be in the top ten of the Qianlong list in the future. If he can't win, then that will be the case. There are tens of thousands of students in Tian Cong College, and there are many talents. I can find others. This world , There is no shortage of genius, what is lacking is-peerless genius!"

Mr. Lu heard a cold sweat on his forehead, and immediately folded his hands: "Yes! I'm going to notify Cui Zhirong."

In the lounge of the gambling arena, Yang Qingxuan was meditating with his eyes closed. Suddenly a figure walked in. He sniffed the tip of his nose, and immediately smelled the faint powdery smell. He opened his eyes and looked at Wen Wen with a smile.

Wen Wen's face turned pale, staring at him for a while, and said, "You shouldn't come again."

Yang Qingxuan smiled and said, "But I want credits."

Wen Wen said: "This way you will die."

Yang Qingxuan said sternly, "But if I have to fight for the credits, I can only choose to come."

Wen Wen was taken aback, then fell silent.

Everyone has his own way, his own difficulties, his own choices. If possible, she would not be a handmaid in such a place, but does she have a choice?

No.

Wen Wen regained her wandering appearance, chuckled, and said, "In that case, I wish you good luck." She turned and left.

Because she didn't want to stay any longer, she was afraid of facing her heart, she would cry. The huge pressure was on her heart, it was difficult to breathe, she just wanted to find a place to vent.

After leaving Yang Qingxuan's lounge, Wen Wen was walking in the Mingyue Villa, and suddenly saw three people approaching in front of him. The one who took the lead had a salty, wet and fatty face, and it was Cui Zhirong.

Wen Wen turned around to make a detour.

"stop!"

Cui Zhirong stared at her at a glance and sneered: "Where are you going?"

With a disgusted expression on his face, Wen Wen said coldly: "Where am I going, what does it matter to you?"

Cui Zhirong smiled angrily: "Haha, okay, okay. Then do you know where I am going? You can't even think of it in your dreams, right? Little fresh meat, hahaha!"

"what?!"

Wen Wen trembled, his face pale, and said: "Impossible!"

Seeing Cui Zhirong's hideous look, Wen Wen knew it was true, and turned around to inform Yang Qingxuan to let him escape quickly.

Cui Zhirong gave a sneer, "Want to go? Leave it for me!"

He stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the air instantly twisted, as if there was an additional suction cup, and the powerful suction suddenly broke out, pulling Wen Wen's body and continuously sucking it in.

"Excessive!"

Wen Wen scolded and turned around, letting the suction pull his body away, grabbing his hands in the air, a dangling lancet appeared in his hand, and smashed it with the force of the impact!

"Haha, you want to kill me?"

Cui Zhirong's face was cruel and cruel, and he said, "I'm afraid this idea has been around for a long time, right? But even if they are both in the early stage of Lingwu, their strengths are still very different. In the entire Cangnan country, within the scope of the early stage of Lingwu. , This young master is invincible!"

Wen Wen was shocked, and the lancet covered Cui Zhirong's front door and slashed. At a distance of three feet, it seemed to have smashed into a quagmire. The blade was sucked in by a force, unable to extricate itself.

Not only the power of the sword, but even her entire body could not help but sink into that power.

She was shocked and said: "Your martial soul...!"

Cui Zhirong laughed wildly and said: "Haha, my uncle's martial arts is called'Dragging Muddy Water', no matter how powerful it is, once it falls into my martial arts, it will not be able to be displayed. Don't say you are in the early stage of Lingwu, even the middle stage of Lingwu The strong man who is against Shangben’s young master can only turn his head and run away!"

He flicked his long sleeves, an invisible force wrapped Wen Wen's body, and he fell to the ground with a "bang", shattering blue bricks on the floor.

Wen Wen squirted blood on the spot, and then when the figure flickered, Cui Zhirong bullied herself and stepped on her back. Under the severe pain, she felt all her bones shattered and her whole body was unconscious.

Cui Zhirong stared at her, his eyes shot greedy and domineering, he licked his lips, he said: "Let you pretend to be high-minded, so that you will not give this uncle, wait for me to kill Yang Qingxuan, come and enjoy you!"

He waved his hand and said, "Take it back to my room, and prepare the whip and pepper water."

The two maids behind him immediately stepped forward and lifted Wen Wen from the ground. The two maids also had martial arts skills. Although Wen Wen had broken his back, they still clasped her hands and lifted her away.

Wen Wen's arms were raised and his body was hanging weakly. Under his dim gaze, he saw Cui Zhirong heading to the gambling arena, smiled tragically, and thought to himself: "This may be my retribution, but it just caused so much. People, I deserve it."

She thought of Yang Qingxuan's appearance in her mind, and she couldn't help but feel self-blame and regret. It's just that it was too late, and her heart fell into the abyss and fell into boundless despair.

In the gambling arena, with the host's debut, a crazy shout rang out, drowning the host's words like an ocean.

"Let that Yang Qingxuan come out to die!"

"Kill Yang Qingxuan! If Yang Qingxuan is not dead today, he will refund the money!"

"All my belongings suppressed Yang Qingxuan's death. He must die today!"

All kinds of roars came, and the host also felt great pressure. He smiled at the audience and said loudly: "Then I won't say more nonsense. Let me invite Yang Qingxuan and his opponent Cui Zhirong. Come on!"