The Thief Concubine 【End】

A bloody day has passed, and the second round of the primary competition is coming.

Wei Young sat in the seat of the selection venue early on, watching a person go to the competition and finally go home with injuries.

And the person sitting beside her has changed from Lan Yang to Feng Suiran.

Next to her is Fei Xuan'er.

From the beginning to the end, Lan Yang and Situ Cunyu were not seen in the second round of the first match.

Wei Young watched the people passing by indifferently, feeling a little sour in her heart.

It seems that being a friend is really impossible.

He and Situ Cunyu are so good, but Situ Cunyu hates her so much...

Wei Young drooped her eyes, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously evoked a sarcastic wry smile.

"What is Xiao Yang'er laughing at? Why does it sound like she's crying?"

A deep and magnetic voice floated leisurely, a familiar warm breath hit her, and there was a sudden pain on the top of her head, someone was hitting her on the head...

Wei Young was taken aback, and raised her head up.

The blue clothes slowly entered her eyes, she paused, and then looked up to see Lan Yang's familiar half-smile.The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, his charming smile made his face even more enchanting, his black hair was still casual, tied loosely behind his back with a simple and simple hairpin.

Looking at him fixedly, some vines seemed to grow out of her heart, extending, extending...

Taking a deep breath, Chu Weiyang suddenly jumped up and kicked hard on the back of his feet, "If you hit my head again in the future, I will crush your feet to pieces."

"Oh?"

"Humph!"

He laughed lightly, and pulled her into his arms casually.

Wei Young's body trembled, subconsciously wanting to break free.

However, his strength was really great, not only did he not let go of her, but he held her even tighter.

He raised his lips and slowly leaned over...

Seeing his face getting closer and closer, Wei Young's pretty face flushed.

There are so many people here, what is he going to do.

This scene was very eye-catching, and gossip-loving people speculated about the relationship between the two in their hearts. After all, the two of them got along, not like a master and a maid, but more like a flirtatious lover.

Feng Suiran's only eye that was exposed outside shrank slightly, the light dimmed, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

Concubine Xuan'er's expression was flat, she didn't seem to care at all, she just turned her head slightly, looking at Feng Suiran with a somewhat confusing and complicated look.

"Brother likes Wei Young?" She asked softly.

Feng Suiran was taken aback.

Before he could answer, she chuckled, "Wei Young is a good girl, Xuan'er sees it, it's better for Wei Young to be with you. Senior brother, master often teaches that what you like should be fought for and snatched from, have you forgotten?"

The three are brothers and sisters, and the relationship between Feng Suiran and Fei Xuaner is also good.

Concubine Xuan'er's words seemed to point out, comfort, and encourage.

Feng Suiran listened to the words, but smiled slightly.

"But Xuan'er, if something doesn't suit me, what's the use if I grab it?"

What's more, he should like her.

……

The surrounding discussions made Wei Young blush.

She tiptoed slightly, and gritted her teeth fiercely in his ear, "Let go, you'll be ashamed!"

Lan Yang raised his eyebrows, and leaned down suddenly, "Hehe..." A chuckle suddenly came from her ear, his breath hit her sensitive ear, causing her to tremble again.

"Xiao Yanger, you are really incompetent. I am your master."

"Fart maid! You really think of yourself as your master!" Wei Young burst into swearing in a fit of anger.

"Yes, Xiao Yang'er is such a lovely maid, if she can live her whole life..."

lifetime? !

What for a lifetime? !

Wei Young's heart tightened, clutching her heart, waiting for his next words.

"If I could be..."

"Brother..."

"Second round No.30 seven rounds, Miss Chu Weiyang vs Young Master Zhou Ling!"

Concubine Xuan'er's voice and a summons interrupted Lan Yang's words suddenly, Lan Yang was startled, raised his eyebrows lightly and let go of the hand that imprisoned her.

"Go ahead, it's your turn. Remember, don't lose face of my master."

As Yoyo said, he turned around and sat in the seat where Wei Young was sitting before.

Rolling her eyes, Wei Young was depressed.

Weigh to death, faint to death.

Why do such appetizing things always happen in this world...

But, what does he mean by lifetime?

To be his maid for the rest of her life?

To serve him all his life?

Khan, no way.

Sighing deeply, she turned around and was about to go on stage.

"Weiyang."

Feng Suiran suddenly stood up and called out.

She looked back suspiciously and raised an eyebrow.

"Hmm, what's up?"

Feng Suiran shrugged his shoulders to pretend to be relaxed, and said casually: "Use your eighteen martial arts skills, hehe, beat him to the ground!"

Blinking, she chuckled and raised her hand, making an OK gesture.

Stepping onto the stage slowly, at this moment, her body returned to the kind of calmness that did not match her age.

She smiled slightly and stood at one end of the competition stage, looking at the man in the blue shirt opposite.

It's him? !

The man who was going to go on the boat with Shang Tianlei yesterday, and then deliberately made a noise to block the sound of the boat.

Is he the son of the rich businessman?

Hmm... not like that.

With a raised eyebrow, Wei Young pondered slightly.

"Master Zhou Ling is ill, so he gave up the spot to his cousin Zhou Yi."

Someone in the audience suddenly shouted loudly.

Wei Young suddenly realized, it turned out to be like this.

But that's good too, it seems that Zhou Yi's martial arts are not bad this week.

It's probably dozens of times better than that of Mr. Zhou Ling.

It's interesting to compete with this kind of person, isn't it?

"I won't see you for a day, how is the girl?"

Zhou Yi on the opposite side also looked like an expert, with a polite smile on his face.But in Wei Young's eyes, it was extremely hypocritical.

Heh, yesterday he used tricks to harm her, but looking at her now, she doesn't blush or her heart beats, instead she looks magnanimous.

The corner of her mouth curled coldly, she stretched out her hand to touch her waist, and twitched lightly.

"Shh-"

A dark red soft whip was pulled out quickly, pierced through the air, and hit the hard ground of the martial arts arena.

It seemed like a slight whipping on the ground, but suddenly a trace appeared.

"Wow—"

Everyone was surprised and there was an uproar.

The little girl actually has this ability.

It turned out that the first round was just an appetizer, and this second round was the real show!

"Hey, it's not bad, Mr. Zhou, yesterday's plan didn't hurt me, why don't you hurry up and get rid of me?"

She seemed innocent, but what she said hit the nail on the head.

That Zhou Yi straightened his expression, "Miss misunderstood, it really has nothing to do with me."

With a raised eyebrow, she smiled, "Oh? That's right."

She asked back, but it was even more mysterious.

Zhou Yi frowned, put his big hand on his waist, his internal strength shook, and with a sound, its sharp sword suddenly came out of its sheath and flew into his right hand.

"Well... It's not good to say more, I know, well, then come on."