Chapter 539 Poetry ([-])

"I'm sorry! The fifth talented woman." Di Baichuan is a man who can bend and stretch.

"It's okay." The fifth talented woman smiled at him as a sign of comfort.

"This... how do you calculate this?" The master of ceremonies was a little confused, and turned his head to look at the two great ancestors.

The two great ancestors had never encountered such a thing. They didn't understand the world of young people, so they could only look at the two guardians again.

"A draw." The right protector gritted his teeth, and the one next to him was hopeless.

And this kind of love affair, no one is right or wrong?No one comes first?So she can't judge right from wrong?
"Yes." The master of ceremonies muttered in his heart, is it really strange today?How come two consecutive sets are equal?But if he was asked to score, he wouldn't be able to tell the winner?

Groups of people are competing here, but Mo Xintong has already walked more than half a circle around Brahma Academy.

After half a circle, she not only figured out the terrain here, but also discovered a secret. There is a place with the strongest aura, which can be said to be the source of aura in the entire academy.

But she didn't have time to dig now, the time for two sticks of incense had passed, and it was almost time for her to walk back to the end of the fifth group.

The third group is over, follow the fourth group, the fifth group...

"The sixth group of students is ready to go on stage."

At this critical moment, Mo Xintong finally arrived here,

Ye Qianhan, who was extremely bored, picked up the list casually, and just when he was about to open it, he caught a glimpse of the familiar purple coming up from the stage out of the corner of his eye.

It was the clothes he bought for her, and it was a pair with the clothes on him.And the owner who wears this dress is the lady he misses day and night.

Ye Qianhan was about to get up nervously, when he suddenly thought of the guardian right next to him, and the divine master, he gritted his teeth and tried his best to restrain himself, the hand that grabbed the list burst out with veins, the tenderness in his eyes was full of tenderness, never Unable to resist, it poured down on her like a flood.

The eyes of the audience were all attracted by Mo Xintong, so no one noticed the abnormality of Guardian Zuo.

Mo Xintong's skin is as fat as jade, without any makeup, she is wearing a lavender brocade dress, her silky black hair is casually floating around her waist in the breeze, and her slender figure is like a purple swaying in the pool. Lian, elegant and mysterious, cold and lonely.

Mo Xintong walked up to the stage with no distractions and no focus on her eyes. When she felt a familiar gaze cast on her body, she looked around, and the world seemed to be still. The man's angular silhouette was holding a longing and doting smile at this moment.

Mo Xintong's eyes were full of tears, and when he was about to lift his feet and run towards him, Ye Qianhan shook his head slightly, such a subtle movement, only the two of them could know.

Mo Xintong understood, and met eyes with the right guardian next to him. A woman in a red dress was looking at her indifferently with a trace of inquiry.

The right protector looked at the woman in front of him, didn't she just pass by outside their yard in the morning?
Guardian You retracted his gaze, and found the sixth group, Mo Xintong (Bafang Academy) on the list.

It turned out that such an alluring beauty came from the lowly Bafang Academy.

Suddenly she noticed something, she turned her head to look at Guardian Zuo.

The purple brocade robe worn by Guardian Zuo and the brocade skirt worn by her are made of the same fabric, the same color, and the same handwork.

"Guardian Zuo, do you know each other?"

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