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"It really seems to be real!"

"Ah... no way? It doesn't make sense! Ao Wangye has always been like a flower protector. Could it be that this time he wants to force the flowers?

Mu, you should also know that with the strength of Prince Ao, a mere backyard of the Imperial College..."

When Duan Muxiu said this, he saw Dongfang Mu at a glance, but saw that the other party seemed to have suddenly realized something, and his face gradually became a little mysterious and dignified.If you look at the search, www>

"There is only one possibility!" [

"what?"

"The backyard of the empire may hide what Prince Ao is looking for when he enters the Imperial Academy this time!"

Dongfang Mu stared intently at Aojunxie and Qingkuang who were fighting fiercely in the stands, and said thoughtfully.

"What on earth is it that makes a mighty God of War prince so determined to win?!"

Duanmuxiu murmured to himself, puzzled.

"Haha, ma'am, your tricks are vicious and all point to your husband's vitals. It seems that you must enter the backyard of the academy!"

Ao Junxie shook off the madness with a palm, gently stroked the small opening in the robe on his body that was cut by the sound blade, and sighed.

"Draw your sword! Today, there is only one person who can get off the ring!"

Qing Kuang shouted coldly, his five fingers had already pressed on the strings, and the violent blow that gathered the whole body's true energy was about to be sent out again.

However, in the split second between the sounds of the piano, the eyes were suddenly filled with bright red.

She was startled suddenly in her heart, under the vigorous movement of her fingers, Xianmo was silent, and when she was sure to look, Ao Junxie's generous big hand had firmly pressed her five fingers and the strings under her palm.

"It's not a life-and-death battle, how can a husband be willing to draw his sword!"

Ao Junxie stared at him affectionately with a pair of bright eyes, and when his eyes met, he could feel an irresistible masculine force firmly covering him.The whole body was half unable to move.

"Madam, stop! You have already lost! It's no shame to lose to my God of War!"

Ao Junxie smiled lightly.

Unwilling to be reconciled in Qing Kuang's heart, a slender hand suddenly reached out to Ao Junxie's waist.

Boom!

A glaring white light made Ao Junxie a little dizzy, and was startled suddenly.

Feng Qingkuang, that cold, arrogant and stubborn woman like a poisonous snake, reached out her hand in desperation and pulled out the long sword at her waist.This move was really beyond my expectations. [

In just a split second, there was a burst of coldness from Ao Junxie's neck...

"stop!"

On the stage, an old voice sounded majesticly, with a firm and unquestionable tone.

It can be seen that Suo Wenming has never left his gaze from the two of them since the last round of competition.

Qing Kuang slowly took away the weapon that Jianmang had attached to Ao Junxie's neck.Look down to the ground.

"The headmaster has decided to make an exception this year and recruit one more senior inner disciple, Feng Qingkuang and Ao Junxie, to be qualified at the same time."

After Suo Wenming said this in a flat tone, he turned and left slowly.

On the arena, both Qing Kuang and Ao Junxie were taken aback for a moment, and then, Ao Junxie gave Qing Kuang a relieved smile, tenderly.

"That's the best outcome."

Under the stage, Dongfang Mu let out a long breath and murmured.

Compared with Duan Muxiu, he really doesn't like to bet. Before the dust settles, Dongfang Mu will not make unsure guesses about anything.