The Emperor's Mercenary Concubine: Madam Fifth

Chapter 223 Frost, the battle of life and death 1
Yes, in the end there are only two choices, yes or no, either win or lose, but the outcome of this game is very important, Nie Shuang can't afford to lose, and neither can Mo Zixin.

Seeing that Mo Zixin was too nervous, Ziying put her hand on her shoulder, worrying about her: "Sister Mo, are you okay?"

"En." Mo Zixin nodded.

……

Xiao Binger flew back into the tent, Dongyang Fengxuan was still in a coma, Binger twirled on Fengxuan's head: "Fengxuan, Fengxuan, I'm back, I'm back with good news, Your Highness Yutian Victory, defeated Yu Liuli."

"Hush~" Han Qingyun made a gesture to Xiao Bing'er, signaling to keep her voice down, "Feng Xuan needs to recuperate, please don't make noise."

"Fengxuan, how is Fengxuan, is her injury serious?" Xiao Binger cried out excitedly, her eyes were watery.

"Oh, fortunately, Fengxuan was too brave. This time, he was seriously injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to recover for a while. There are still more than two months before the world-class competition. I will let Fengxuan recover before then."

"Ah, it's been so long!" Xiao Bing'er stared at Han Qingyun, and began to doubt his medical skills, "Didn't you call yourself a jade-faced genius doctor?"

"A genius doctor is not a god either!" Han Qingyun said helplessly, grabbing Bing'er with one hand, "Okay, stop messing around, go out first."

"I, I also want to stay here with Fengxuan." Xiao Bing'er raised her mouth.

Han Qingyun frowned, and glanced at the Zen incense that was burning in the room, and the competition between Jun Yutian and Yu Liuli was over: "Now the competition between Nie Shuang and Xilingkui is about to begin."

Bing'er was taken aback, and nodded her head: "Yes, Nie Shuang can't lose to that old scoundrel in Xilingkui, it's that scoundrel who killed Chief Mo!"

Mo Zixin is silent now, like a different person, and Nie Shuang... The more Han Qingyun thought about it, the more worried he became, but Feng Xuan was seriously injured, and he couldn't leave.

"Bing'er, go and stay with Zixin, Fengxuan has me here, don't worry." Han Qingyun said softly, covering Fengxuan with a quilt.

"Oh." Let Han Qingyun spend more time with Fengxuan, with him around, Fengxuan will be fine, Xiao Binger spread her wings and flew away.

Alas, the relationship between people is so complicated, Mo Zixin is to Nie Shuang, Han Qingyun is to Fengxuan, Xiao Binger is just a little magic beast, it doesn't understand such feelings, it can only shake its head helplessly.

……

On the field of martial arts, there was a chill atmosphere. This was the last competition of the selection competition, the final of the casting division.

Everyone held their breath, watching the final showdown. Ten years ago, Xilingkui won the first metalsmith in Jinmang Continent, Nie Shuang's father, in this place.

When Nie Shuang and Xilingkui entered the stage, Mo Zixin's heart tightened, she frowned slightly, and her fingers in the gloves tightly grasped the corner of her shirt.

Before coming to the arena, Nie Shuang was apprehensive, but at the moment when he entered the arena, his heart suddenly became extremely peaceful. He knew that in a certain corner, she must be...

"Xilingkui, today's competition between the two of us is a battle of life and death, and our fate depends entirely on God's will." Nie Shuang said to Xilingkui in a deep voice.

"Hahaha, Nie Shuang, you are still so arrogant. Isn't the old man teaching you enough last time? Well, since you want to kill yourself, I will help you!" Xilingkui laughed loudly. Ten years ago, he Don't be afraid of Lao Tzu, why would you still be afraid of this son today?

(End of this chapter)