Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 1167 Su Changle Steals Men? (Four)
That disciple of Xuanwu Hall was extremely proficient in his skills, and he was about to win, but Ximen Yao suddenly overshadowed him and turned defeat into victory.

After winning two rounds in a row, Ximen Yao was immediately extremely proud, looking at Su Changle with contempt in his eyes.

"This Ximen Yao is really annoying. If he wasn't from the same sect, he would have been beaten to the ground." Situ Qingyin snorted coldly and said displeased.

"I also think this Ximen Yao is really annoying. He always says that Chang Le is an ugly girl. When he sees Chang Le's real appearance, he will definitely want to dig a hole in the ground." Lou Qingsi echoed.

"That's right, our little Lele is the prettiest, she's ugly only if she's blind." Dong Lingyu added.

"My Boss Changle is the most beautiful woman in the world, no, Her Majesty the Queen is ranked first, and Boss Changle is ranked second, um, yes." Mi Le shook his head and said.

The corner of Su Changle's mouth twitched. She was not of the same type as the Elf Queen at all. How does this compare?

Just as he was talking, Ximen Yao had already returned here.

"Su Changle, you have completely offended the saint, just wait to lose face!"

"Thank you, Brother Ximen, for reminding me." Su Changle said with a smile.

Ximen Yao's neck thickened, and he gave her a look, "It's really sick."

The second group is Yuzhu Peak and Xuelian Mountain, both of them are female disciples, their moves are gorgeous and empty, and Su Changle is not interested in watching them, so she leans on Lou Qingsi's shoulder and closes her eyes to rest her mind.

"Chang Le, you will be 16 years old in half a year or so. I think you should get engaged to Prince Rong first, and get married at that time, so as not to be missed for a long time."

Su Changle raised her index finger and shook it, "If you don't trust each other so much, even if you get married now, there is a possibility of cheating in marriage."

"Infidelity in marriage?"

"Even after getting married, I still look for women outside. I haven't played all over this great country at a young age, and haven't reached the level of cultivation I want. I don't want to step into the grave of marriage so early."

Ahead, several disciples of Xuanwu Hall hurriedly turned their heads to look at her, "Junior Sister Changle, why do you say it is the grave of marriage?"

Su Changle half-opened her eyes, and said in a lazy voice, "Marriage is like a tomb. Before you get married, you live outside the tomb, free and unfettered. After you get married, you live inside the tomb, tightly sealed."

A few people thought about it, looked at Su Changle with admiration, and gave a thumbs up, "Junior Sister Changle, you are so right, we decided to live in the tomb later, let's play first."

On the other side, Murong Jing made a rare joke, "Brothers live in Xuanwu Hall all year round, and have no chance to see women. It is still difficult to live in the grave."

Several strong men suddenly blushed.

"It's okay, if you can fight with my Tiancheng faction, she doesn't even know Xuelianshan's mother, so I will introduce the Tiancheng faction's senior sisters to you fellow seniors."

The eyes of the men suddenly lit up, and they said excitedly, "Junior Sister Changle, are you serious?"

"Naturally."

That Du Honglian thought that the disciples of Xuelian Mountain were untainted fairies and could not sit with these people, and asked for a quiet place alone as the Xuelian Mountain camp, so they could not hear the conversations of Su Changle and others at all.

It's just that the men in the Xuanwu Hall looked at them like hungry wolves, and they felt their scalps go numb.

"Then Su Changle must be talking ill of our Snow Lotus Mountain again, Holy Maiden, you must give her a good lesson."

Yu Furong glanced at the speaker, her complexion darkened, "Naturally, no one can get away unscathed after angering me, Yu Furong."

Su Changle, a woman, successfully made her bear a grudge.

　We will move tomorrow, and we will start changing the day after tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)