Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Blue sky and white sun, the winter snow has just melted.

The first day of the martial arts competition officially began.

Nangong Baiye was dressed warmly, with white fur and fur, with a silver mask on his face, his long hair was untied, loosely scattered on both sides, only a pair of narrow and long eyes were exposed, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Nangong Xiaomiao followed behind her shaking her head, yelling: "Bet, bet, pay ten!"

The four words of betting one lose ten are still very tempting. Compared with the little-known weak man in white, most people bet on the three major families.

Nangong Xiaomiao saw more and more people coming to bet, the corners of her mouth became wider and wider, and she poked Nangong Baiye's waist with her small hand: "Mother, it's okay, everyone buys and you lose, you go on stage , earn a fortune back!"

"Okay." Nangong Baiye stretched, and walked up the wooden platform slowly...

The people on the wooden platform were not from the three major families.

After all, those people have different social status, and they will only appear at the end.

However, the man on the stage was obviously better at fighting than Nangong Baiye, at least in terms of body size, he had completely defeated Nangong Baiye.

The onlookers in the audience really felt that this was a completely suspenseful competition, and the little boy in white who didn't know where he came from would definitely lose.

But, unexpectedly!

"No!"

"Won!"

"He actually won!"

"How did he do it!"

"Ah, I didn't pay attention just now..."

Everyone looked at each other, rubbed their eyes in disbelief, looked at the big man flying out of the ring, and stared at the next match with bated breath!

"This time, did you see it clearly?"

"Well, is his speed too fast!"

"Looks like it only took one foot."

"He doesn't have a weapon?"

"Win again, how much is this?"

"This record is too exaggerated."

"Who is he!"

The arena was boiling, everyone clenched their hands, and looked at the figure in white on the platform with intense eyes, unable to fathom his next move.

Even the officials of the referee were surprised and wrote this incredible record.

From noon to dusk, everyone was almost dumbfounded when they saw it.

Until the official announced: "This is the end of today's competition."

People still didn't want to leave, they just stared blankly at Nangong Baiye who came back from the platform, their throats moved.

Nangong Baiye yawned, shook his left hand, and said lazily, "Xiao Miao, I'm so tired, I don't want to fight anymore."

Crowd:  …

This way I don't want to fight anymore, hero, can you consider the feelings of us audiences!

"Not tired, not tired." The little man hurried over, grabbed her trousers, and whispered: Mother, think about your favorite silver. "

The charm of silver is invincible, Nangong Baiye regained his strength, and hugged the little man: "Go, go back to the inn and calculate how much you can get this time."

"Yeah!" Nangong Xiaomiao waved her paws behind her: "Uncles, let's continue tomorrow..."

At nightfall, the juniors of the three major families hold a council.

"I heard that there is a master in the rookie area." The person who spoke was the seventh son of the Qu family, Qu Mo Ning, a young man in his teens, wearing an ancient war robe, as handsome as a flower.

Nangong Hongyan took a sip of tea with disdain: "No matter how powerful you are, you are still a novice. Brother Qu, you are making too much fuss."

Qu Mo Ning didn't look at her, and continued: "In one day, she defeated 38 challengers."

"No way, such a horrible record!" At some point, Qu Luo sat on the beam of the house, with his long legs casually half-stretched, the red clothes caught his eyes, and he was very handsome: "It seems that you won't be able to win so easily this time." gone."

Qu Mo Ning looked at him happily: "Brother, are you back?"

"Huh? Go ahead and leave me alone." The thief Qu Luo turned the purse in his hand, with interest in his eyes.

"Today's game, I watched it." The immature voice came over, and everyone looked over there.

He is a bald-headed little man, but he is nine years old, but he is the most potential genius of the Hei family - Hei Si.

There was admiration on the upright face of the little man: "That man is very powerful."

"How powerful is it?" Nangong Hongyan raised her eyebrows.

Hei Si had a small face: "Better than you."

Nangong Hongyan: ...

"What did you say!"

"Sister Yan'er." Qu Mo Ning took Nangong Hongyan's raised hand, and said flatly, "Listen to Ah Si to continue."

Nangong Hongyan snorted heavily, and turned her head away.

Hei Si looked at Qu Mo Ning seriously: "I'm done."

Qu Mo Ning choked: ...

"Haha, haha." Qu Luo laughed out of breath on the beam.

Nangong Rui'er also covered the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, her beautiful eyes half-curved: "This little boy from the Hei family is really interesting."

"Cough, Ah Si, have you seen his appearance clearly?" Qu Mo Ning asked patiently.

Hei Si shook his head: "He wears a mask."

Qu Mo Ning touched his chin: "Then how much do you think he is martial?"

Hei Si tilted his head, and frowned with thick black eyebrows: "He didn't exude martial energy."

Qu Moning's eyes widened: "He defeated all 38 people without exuding martial energy. What's his name? What's his background?!"

Hei Si: "I don't know."

"Wearing a mask, don't exude martial energy..." Hearing this, Qu Luo, who had been cynical from the beginning to the end, on the beam of the house, also rarely restrained his anger: "Could it be him!"

Qu Moning's face was full of question marks: "Who is he?"

"Your Highness Seventh." Qu Luo had long forgotten the appearance of that person, but he remembered clearly the only time in his life that he fought against each other, and that person never exuded martial aura during the competition!

As soon as His Royal Highness said three words, the teacup in Nangong Rui'er's hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the little face of Ruxian was full of despair and unconcealable love...

Nangong Hongyan gave her sister a strange look. She knew that His Highness the Seventh Highness was very powerful, but that was the past after all. He didn't even come out of the palace for so many years. He might have been abolished long ago, and there was no danger at all.

"No matter what the opponent's status is, we will definitely fight against each other when it comes to the retest." The little man Hei Si got up: "I'm going to practice martial arts first."

"Hmm..." Qu Mo Ning answered absent-mindedly, he really couldn't figure out what to do, but he didn't understand, why did that man insist on wearing a mask?

The night became darker, and in the inn, a mother and son were clattering bead dishes.

The little man wore glasses, and looked up very cutely: "Mother, if you win the retest, we can have 1 taels of silver."

"It's only 1 taels." Nangong Baiye pushed away the abacus.

The little man touched her face comfortingly: "Mother, it's okay, there will still be the third prince's fat sheep, but why do you bring such a thick stuff?"

"This one." Nangong Baiye took off his mask and played with his fingertips: "In order to create an effect, let them know who I am at the last moment, so that the game will be more interesting..."

How it works depends on tomorrow...