Female supporting style is wrong

Ji Ge's ability to drink was indeed not very good. She was a little confused after just drinking half a glass of wine. The monks could expel the alcohol out of the body, but she and her senior brothers and sisters celebrated and did not use their spiritual energy.

The girl's steps were still light, and she didn't show much drunkenness.

She bumped into someone at the door of the restaurant.

"Well." The other party stopped the car in time to avoid this accident.

She raised her head slightly angrily, and was slightly surprised when she saw the other person's face, "Si Ge?"

The girl raised her eyelashes blankly, "Do you know me?"

"Of course," Lu Weixin crossed her arms and spoke softly, "You have been very famous in the Fairy Alliance Competition recently."

Ji Ge's thoughts were a little sluggish. She lowered her head and glanced at the girl, her eyes fixed on the crimson flame-like whip around her waist. The iconic lotus mark was like a sky fire, burning brightly and beautifully.

She recognized the other party's identity, "Xuanming Sect, Lu Weixin."

"It's me," Lu Weixin wrapped her fingers around the whip in boredom, eager to try, "I'm looking forward to seeing you on the competition stage."

"Each other." The girl in front of her smiled brightly and brightly.

Lu Weixin couldn't help but look at her carefully.

There is no shortage of beauties in the world of cultivation. They are graceful and graceful. Some good people even come up with a list of beauties. For example, the top one is Luo Huan, a saint from the Hehuan Sect. Her appearance is charming and soft, and she is admired by many male cultivators.

However, Ji Ge still stands out among many beauties.

The girl has a gorgeous appearance, her long hair is like thick ink, her snow-like skin reflects the beauty, and her light blue robe looks like a swaying sea of ​​clouds, with layers of wavy arcs.

She wore a string of silver bells on her wrist, which made no sound when she swung them. It was like a hairpin of snowflakes, making it even more ethereal and gorgeous.

In the street not far away, someone was thoughtful. Looking over here, he saw that the other person had black hair and golden eyes, and his appearance was extremely beautiful and delicate. The strange thing was that the people passing by didn't seem to see him, and looked at him intently. Walked by.

With just one glance, he looked away coldly and disappeared into the sea of ​​people.

Ji Ge didn't pay attention, and his fingers touched the long sword at his waist. As if he could sense Lu Weixin's breath, the long sword became restless, eager for a fight.

She curled her lips and pressed down the restless sword.

Lu Weixin snorted and walked around Ji Ge into the restaurant. "Little Junior Sister," Second Senior Sister's voice sounded from behind Ji Ge. She took a step out slowly and looked back, "Who are you talking to?"

"Possible opponents." Ji Ge said in a brisk tone.

"Second Senior Sister, tell me if I am particularly powerful," the girl raised her face, her eyebrows like a brushstroke, and said seriously, "otherwise these proud disciples of the big sects won't remember me."

The second senior sister laughed.

"Our Xiaojiu is naturally great."

She said softly.

Ji Ge laughed, and the second senior sister went to a vendor not far away and bought a candied haws.
Pass it to Ji Ge.

She loves sweets, and the second senior sister is very familiar with her taste.

"When junior sister gets good results, we will return to the sect and celebrate again."

Ji Ge took a bite of the candied haws, and the sweet taste melted away. The hawthorn was slightly sour, and she swallowed it with a slight frown.

"it is good."

The clouds are vast and the sky is vast.

Ji Ge was a little surprised.

She didn't expect such a coincidence that the person she won in the lottery was Lu Weixin.

"This may be God's will." Lu Weixin was also a little surprised, and her emotions quickly calmed down. She drew out her long whip and prepared for battle, full of fighting spirit, "I will not lose."

Ji Ge drew out his long sword. The sword was thin and bright, like a stream of autumn water flowing around, "To each other."

Lu Weixin's weapons are better than Ji Ge's, but she has no intention of taking advantage of this. She does not rely on the long whip and sincerely wants to fight Ji Ge.

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