What is he thinking now?
What I was thinking about was whether I could give Fu Lingjun a good beating, the kind of person who would beat him to death and leave him alone!
"I'm responsible for the security of Taohuayuan. Just give me a few random reminders and Fu Lingjun will know what's going on."
Afraid that he would not be able to control his hands after being teased by Fu Lingjun, Tuo Yanjun took one last look at Shui Miaomiao and turned around to leave. In fact, he really wanted to take Shui Miaomiao away with him, if he could touch her. ????????????
After confirming that Tuo Yanjun was really gone this time, a figure quietly appeared behind Fu Lingjun and placed his hand gently on Fu Lingjun's shoulder.
"elder brother."
"Okay, don't pretend to be sad here. It's not me who's hurting anyway." Fu Lingjun patted Master Jun's hand back and adjusted his collar.
Perhaps it was the couch, which was already heated by the Fu that was pressed against her, so Shui Miaomiao was finally willing to let go of her hand and let Fu Lingjun's arm free.
"Tell me when I can defeat that old witch Tong Ban."
"What's the use of defeating her? If you want to be free in a big way, you have to defeat all the old witches in the Hehuan Sect."
"When I see my fourth brother next time, I'll ask him for Che Wujie's poison, and I'll poison everyone in the Hehuan Sect."
"Okay, can't you see? Someone is protecting the Hehuan Sect. The Hehuan Sect has arrested men more and more frequently in recent years, but the Immortal Alliance is indifferent to this, as if they don't know."
"I really don't know what the purpose of establishing the Immortal Alliance is! They are all a bunch of rubbish!"
"Okay, don't be so angry. You go down first." Fu Lingjun looked at Shui Miaomiao's eyelashes, "She should be awake."
Awake? Except for being knocked unconscious by a stick for a few minutes at the beginning, Shui Miaomiao couldn't be considered comatose at all. She was always in that state where she wanted to wake up but couldn't. It was extremely uncomfortable and the most important thing was that she was still cold.
Slowly opening his eyes, Shui Miaomiao looked around hesitantly.
Staring at the gentle and elegant young man with picturesque features who met his eyes, Shui Miaomiao's brain, which had not yet been activated, started to operate automatically.
He saved himself after being sapped and hugged himself back. He wouldn't like himself! You should be able to fight for it!
Fu Lingjun controlled the wheelchair and moved it back slightly.
Shui Miaomiao looked at him now as if a sika deer was targeted by a hunter's arrow, dangerous.
Supporting the bed, Shui Miaomiao slowly sat up by herself, put on a charming smile, and only belatedly realized that she was still wearing a veil.
Is it a little too strange to pull off the veil now? Shui Miaomiao retreated and blinked weakly.
Fu Lingjun sighed, with this look in his eyes, he always felt like he was being unfilial.
Controlling the wheelchair and moving forward, Fu Lingjun supported Shui Miaomiao and put two pillows behind her to make her lean more comfortable.
Then I poured a cup of hot water to moisten Miaomiao's throat.
Anyone who is familiar with Shui Miaomiao knows that Shui Miaomiao is the best at taking advantage of the situation and hitting the snake with a stick.
But time didn't allow for it. Peach blossom petals were already floating in, urging Shui Miaomiao that the competition was about to begin.
"What time is it now?"
Shui Miaomiao still cared about the competition. As soon as she was urged, she immediately lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. As a result, her legs gave out and she fell to the ground, knocking her head on Fu Lingjun's knee.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Shui Miaomiao rubbed her head and wanted to touch Fu Lingjun's knees. She originally planned to leave a gentle and pleasant impression, but it was completely ruined.
Fu Lingjun raised his hand to block Shui Miaomiao's hand that was reaching for his knee, "It doesn't matter. You won't feel anything when you come out of the womb, so you don't feel any pain, but it hurts the girl."
Shui Miaomiao shook her head, supported Fu Lingjun's arm and slowly stood up, sitting on the edge of the couch.
"Miss Sanshui, will there still be a competition for a while?"
"Yeah." Shui Miaomiao nodded depressedly. Her limbs were now weak and she couldn't even stand up. Let alone fight on the competition stage, whether she could arrive on time was a problem.
So why not forget it and pretend to be weak to seduce Fu Lingjun? After all, he didn't lose on the competition stage. He was late. It shouldn't be regarded as embarrassing to the Ancient Immortal Sect.
No, no, this is too unambitious, and people with good intentions will say that they are unable to beat it and deliberately make excuses for being late.
Shui Miaomiao looked like she was talking to herself and fighting against herself, which amused Fu Lingjun.
"Here." Hand Fu Lingjun held a stack of talismans and handed them to Shui Miaomiao, "These can help Miss Sanshui continue your five-game winning streak."
"Really! Doesn't this count as cheating?"
"Does it count? None of the talismans here are attack types. They are just to help Sanshui recover his physical strength and give the opponent a fair chance to compete."
Shui Miaomiao liked this excuse.
"Thanks."
Shui Miaomiao took the talisman with joy, kissed the talisman through the veil, looked at Fu Lingjun and said with a smile, "Just call me Sanshui, calling me girl is too awkward."
Sure enough, these eyes still look good when you smile.
Fu Lingjun nodded, agreeing to call Sanshui, "Then Sanshui, hurry up and get ready. Anyone who challenges you will be in a hurry."
No one knows whether the person challenging Shui Miaomiao is in a hurry or not. The referee is in a hurry anyway. If the contestant is late for a quarter of an hour, the latecomer will admit defeat.
Where does this time start? It starts counting from the time when the referee calls out that such and such a certain sect competes with such and such a certain sect.
Just when the referee was about to call out the Sanshui of the Ancient Immortal Sect, Lord Tuo Yan suddenly arrived and stopped all competitions, saying that he wanted to check the safety of the competition stage.
Safety in the arena! Wasn't this built by the Immortal Alliance? Check now. If it turns out that something happened, who is to blame? The referees definitely don’t want to take the blame. They can only pray to God and Earth to Lord Tuo Yan to put this gust of wind away as soon as possible.
Breathing heavily, Shui Miaomiao came to the T-shaped competition stage she was assigned today, "Didn't it start? I thought I was late."
"Where have you gone?" Leng Ningchi, a sharp-eyed person in the crowd, found Shui Miaomiao at a glance.
"I overslept." Shui Miaomiao took Leng Ningchi's hand and shook it, begging for forgiveness.
"Nonsense!"
When she didn't go to the east room to look for him, but when she saw Shui Miaomiao running away in a hurry, Leng Ningchi took out a handkerchief and dipped the sweat on Shui Miaomiao's forehead without asking any more questions.
Regardless, Shui Miaomiao's complexion looked much better than in the morning.
Of course it's much better, she has a talisman attached to her clothes.
With Shui Miaomiao's arrival, Tuo Yanjun's inspection slowly came to an end.
"Good, very safe."
Tuo Yanjun patted the referees on the shoulders one by one and encouraged them, "Keep working hard."
Being praised by Tuo Yanjun, the referees were not happy, but even more frightened. In the frightened expressions of the referees, Tuo Yanjun left leisurely like a normal person.
"Then the competition will continue." Several referees looked at each other and decided to treat today's incident as a nightmare and let it pass without recalling it.
"Come on Miaomiao."
Leng Ningchi straightened Shui Miaomiao's somewhat messy hairstyle, "It's a pity that the competition between Mr. Lan and Mr. Hua hasn't ended yet, so I can't come and watch."
"What's so good about this?" Shui Miaomiao showed off that she had no biceps at all, and said with high spirits: "It must be the same as yesterday, I won't lose!"
"Of course, Miaomiao, you have such a high level of cultivation, how can you lose?"
Why do you suddenly feel a little worried?
Shui Miaomiao turned around and went on stage. Leng Ningchi's words directly poked at her pain points. She has high cultivation but her body can't support her. What does this mean?
