Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 839 Turns out to be an endorsement ([-])
"Sister Changle, I'm so bored, they don't even bring me when they play mahjong."

That's what it deserves, Su Changle complained secretly, and simply blocked the communication with Mi Yue.

Looking back at the beasts that had been beating all night, Miyue stomped angrily, even Sister Changle didn't want her anymore, she was so pitiful.

Hualing stopped her movements, and glanced at Miyue who was squatting under the tree and drawing circles, "Don't even try to find Changle now, she is in a competition right now, if you delay, you will be abandoned!"

Mi Yue let out a groan, and said, "Who told you not to take me to play cards, hum, it's too hateful."

"You can hesitate for more than half an hour when touching mahjong. Only ghosts want to play with you."

Mi Yue gritted her teeth, looked at Liuli who was playing mahjong in her own way, and became even more mournful, even ghosts were unwilling to play with her.

Another day, someone had already written a hundred chapters and submitted the application directly, and some people gave up and left halfway. In a blink of an eye, there were less than 100 people left in the entire lobby.

"There is still the last hour, and the rest of the people have to work hard." The old man reminded, squinted his eyes and looked around, and then lay down on the couch to sleep again.

Su Changle wiped the sweat off her forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. These should be enough...

She just felt that her hand was no longer her own, her wrist was sore and painful, and it was already very painful even to lift a pen. She rubbed her other hand, and the sore feeling immediately swept over her whole body. She shivered, and Gong Wujue's back jumped into her sight .He was still in the posture when he came there, and he didn't move at all during the period. Beside his left hand, rice paper stained with ink was piled up like a mountain.

Raising eyebrows and looking at what he wrote, there are not many of them, and it is impossible to tell who is more and who is less.

An incense burner was brought up, and a stick of incense that had just been lit was stuck in it. The smell of the incense was a bit pungent, but it was very uplifting.

Su Changle gave a jolt, and was too busy picking up a pen to bury her head in the struggle, and there was still time for a stick of incense.

The time of a stick of incense can be said to be fast or slow, the familiar bell rang, and many people threw away their pens and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

Several disciples of the Tiancheng Sect stepped forward and took away the things they wrote silently one by one. The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "You guys rest for a while, and the results will be announced after an incense stick."

Su Changle was about to close her eyes to rest, when her sleeves were pulled off suddenly, she tilted her head, and looked at her boss Situ Qingyin curiously, "Changle, I see that you have written a lot, how do you feel?"

"It's okay, as long as you can live." She has always been confident about this.

Situ Qingyin curled her lips, "I should be able to get by. I can't remember how to write many words, so I have to use similar words instead."

Su Changle rolled her eyelids. There are indeed a lot of new words, but it would be better if you take a few more glances.Raising the corners of her lips, turning her eyes, she saw Gong Wujue walking towards her.

Su Changle's heart suddenly became alarmed, she shrank her neck and stared vigilantly at Gong Wujue's approaching steps, curled her lips, and took the initiative to say hello, "Third Prince, long time no see, it's a coincidence to meet you here."

Gong Wujue paused in front of her, staring at her closely with two dark red eyes, still expressionless said: "Unfortunately, this prince is here because of you."

As soon as Gong Wujue finished speaking, the surroundings suddenly exploded, and they all looked this way.

The four great kingdoms all have the best geniuses, and this Gong Wujue is the representative of the Tianquan Kingdom. It is said that he is truly Wuxin, and he never even showed any expression on his face. He is even more cold-blooded than that Prince Rong.

Such a person would fall in love with a woman?
(End of this chapter)