Chapter 85
Jiu Xiao sat gently on her bed, her dark and deep eyes were a little confused, she secretly lowered her eyelashes and trembled slightly.

The shadow of the setting sun cast a layer of shallow shadows, covering her side with a layer of dazed silence, as if there were many cherry blossoms on the branches, and when the years passed, only dead branches remained.

A distance away from a wall, she blindly glanced at the next door:
She didn't know why she had come to this step, and why Mo Qingshang would
Mo Qingshang treats her like a family member. Although she is close, it is not that kind of emotion after all.

Sighing lightly, Jiu Xiaosu wiped away the tiredness from her eyes, casually folded a grass stalk from the potted plant, held it in her mouth, and lay on her side on the slightly hard bed, tossing and turning hard.

Dreams are separated from all miscellaneous and disturbed, and stop at the reality outlined by illusion.

Outside the curtain, the drizzle began to patter, hitting the ground coldly, making a "click" sound, the flowers - swaying, the wind - no trace.

early morning:

The white letter paper was tied to the pigeon's leg, Jiu Xiao pursed her lips, untied the rope that bound the letter paper, and took it apart casually.

The black and white characters are exceptionally clear and comfortable, neat and tidy, and the graceful fonts are free and easy, making people guess at a glance that the person who wrote the letter must be a clear and bright gentleman.

The letter is simple and simple, but one sentence: five days later, participate in the competition.

Signed: Bailimo.

Jiu Xiao secretly frowned her eyebrows, stroked her upper and lower jaw with pale fingers: Does Bailimo want her to participate in the competition?

There was no news in the past few days, it should be from the temporary organization, and the organizer is him.

He wanted her to get out of trouble!

Since it is a competition initiated by Bailimo, the participants must be experts
Never underestimate your opponent!

A dim light flashed in her eyes, she sighed to herself, and sat down cross-legged on the spot, with orchids surrounding her fair palms.

Pursing her peach lips lightly, she glanced at the tattered tome next to her. The densely packed fonts were like ghost symbols, printed on some rotten khaki paper. It was written by different people Juan.

After she discovered that "Sha Hua" was not the only one that the silver-haired man said, she developed it by herself and gradually perfected it.

Youlan's gas gradually faded, and merged with the surrounding air, and finally—Qiqi got into her body.

As if he had received a huge impact, his eyebrows frowned, but after the next second, everything was calm.

Opening his eyes, the black ink-like pupils set off a layer of waves.

He glanced at the letter paper lightly, and a flame seemed to ignite in his eyes.

There was a sneer on his lips: Bailimo, you underestimated me this time.

With high fighting spirit, she took a sip of strong tea by herself.

In this competition, she——must be refreshing!
In a panic, he went downstairs and wandered around alone.In one part of the square, a medium-sized piece of white paper was pasted on the mottled wall. Many people gathered there, pointing at the letter and talking in low voices.

She raised her eyebrows, and because she was smaller, she slipped into the crowd.

What was vividly reflected on the paper was exactly the contest that Bailimo had mentioned!

"Tsk tsk, Mr. Baili is really generous this time!"

(End of this chapter)

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