The fans of Mo Xiaojing in the stands booed the president for the first time: "How can we fight without a sword?"
"oh."
On the contrary, Mo Xiaojing responded to the president's request seriously. He suddenly stood still, faced Yue Renge's slashing attack with a smile, and said slowly: "Senior, I'm going to take action."
In the next moment, the whole place fell into silence.
Because the sword stopped.
The long sword that once was in Yue Renge's hand, gliding like a dragon's board, now stood still in front of Mo Xiaojing.
Of course, Yue Renge didn't want it to stop, but it had to stop.
His fingers pinched the spine of the sword.
Those were slender fingers like ice jade. Mo Xiaojing only used two fingers to stop the sword in his hand.
The whole place erupted in silence, and the cheers almost broke off the ice and snow roof.
Ge Sheng and Ye Qing looked at each other and saw the same thing as his own in the other's eyes: "Thousand calamities!"
If not for a thousand eons, who could have such exquisite judgment and execution?
If it weren't for Qianjie, who could have such perfect agility and strength.
Yue Renge concentrated on moving the sword, trying to pull the sword out of Mo Xiaojing's hand with all his strength. Under his full strength, Mo Xiaojing gradually began to lose control.
Even if it is Qianjie, it is difficult to suppress the opponent's martial arts with just two fingers when they are originally of similar levels.
Then a magical scene appeared. Mo Xiaojing was like a light paper man, sticking to the tip of the sword. He followed the sword without leaving at all.
At this moment, Yue Renge was complaining in his heart. To outsiders, he seemed to be doing it effortlessly. But in fact, under Mo Xiaojing's deliberate restraint, this ordinary stainless steel sword weighed more than a thousand pounds.
At this moment, Yue Renge felt a burning pain, and a burning sensation like a barbecue appeared. Almost subconsciously, Yue Renge withdrew his sword and jumped back, directly out of Mo Xiaojing's attack range.
Mo Xiaojing smiled and threw the sword off the stage.
I saw the long sword being thrown off the ice, and large swaths of white mist immediately rose up, as if it were a branding iron that had already been red-hot in the charcoal fire.
In fact, it is.
Just now, when Mo Xiaojing reached out to hold the sword, his fingers poured the element of fire into the sword.
It was pure fire energy. When it was put into the sword, the long sword of fine steel instantly became red hot.
No matter how generous Yue Renge is, he will never hold such a red-hot iron again.
The two finally stood on the same starting line again.
Then Yue Renge stood on the opposite side, calmly spreading his hands, then turned around and raised his right hand high.
Yue people sing and admit their defeat.
This is a standard gesture of resignation.
Will Yue Renge admit defeat on his own?
Giving up and admitting defeat when there is absolutely no sign of failure?
Almost everyone present couldn't believe it!
Although he was reluctant, he could not distort the most basic facts. Ao Xuehua's final commentary sounded: "Yue Renge abstained and surrendered, and Mo Xiaojing won."
"Thank you, senior, for your permission." Mo Xiaojing said with a faint smile on the stage.
He always smiles like this, starting and ending with the same smile.
He seems to be careless about everything, and his lazy smile always gives people great warmth and comfort.
At this moment, after completing such an astonishing reversal, the lethality of this smile to the girls in the stands naturally doubled.
"What concessions are there?" Yue Renge laughed loudly, without the slightest regret: "If I had lost my sword first, I would definitely not be able to reverse the situation like you. If I can't beat you, I can't beat you. As expected, the student council president He is the Student Council President, President Beiye, President Yu Nian, plus you, they are all geniuses among geniuses, and they are the inferior to others."
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An hour later, Ye Pagoda was on the second floor.
"Ah! I didn't expect it would be green silk lotus root and jasper soup today." Ao Xuehua said with a smile that was half surprised and half satisfied.
"Not so much today." Ye Qing picked up the spoon with a smile: "It's obvious that these days have been good."
It was noon at this moment, and all members of the Friends Club successfully won the morning competition.
Although in a sense, with the lineup of these three giants and one team leader, such a result is natural. After all, except for Mo Xiaojing, whose battle is slightly difficult, the others are just pre-selections.
But Ye Qing still asked everyone to come to the dinner.
Of course, we can also think so - this kind of dinner is the best activity provided by Friends Club so far.
"I didn't expect it to be Jasper Soup." Mo Xiaojing smiled, but there was something else in her smile.
However, the sharp-eyed Ye Qing noticed at a glance that the president was holding chopsticks with his left hand, and immediately asked quickly: "Hey, Xiao Jing."
Originally it was just an unintentional sentence, because Ye Qing used the title Xiao Jing: "Let me see your right hand."
"If you want to see it, I'll show it to you. Wouldn't that be very embarrassing?" Mo Xiaojing smiled, saying this, he stretched out his right hand in front of His Highness and said: "Senior sister, there is nothing, right? "
His Highness the Third Prince calmly looked at Mo Xiaojing's right hand.
It's a burn.
After Mo Xiaojing's sight was blocked by his body and palm, the right hand that appeared in front of the Third Highness, the index and middle fingers seemed to have been engulfed in flames, and the skin and muscles were deeply sunken and scorched black.
This is an inevitable result. Using those two fingers as a medium to throw in the element of fire, the unprotected fingers will naturally be burned most directly.
But at that time, no one noticed this in Mo Xiaojing, who was talking and laughing freely.
Under such burns, he spoke plain and elegant words without changing his expression. All I could say was that Mo Xiaojing was worthy of being Mo Xiaojing.
His Highness looked at his fingers intently, his fiery red eyes as clear as a deep pool of flames.
Then.
Everyone present saw a scene that they would never expect to see in this life.
The beautiful girl with bright red short hair leaned forward naturally.
Opening her plain lips, she quietly held the two injured fingers in her mouth.
At that moment, everyone present felt like they were going crazy.
"Burn them to death, burn them to death, they must be burned to death." Zhou Yan, the most seriously injured, murmured in pain.
It was like a pair of brother and sister who had a great relationship. The brother showed his cut finger to his sister, and the sister lovingly and heartbrokenly sucked his finger to help stop the bleeding.
It is obviously an extremely warm and touching scene, but it has irreversible deviations due to different people.
Who could have imagined that His Highness the Third Highness, who was usually speechless, heartless and expressionless, would do such a thing without any warning.
I'm afraid even the extremely ambiguous term "ambiguous" can't summarize the scene at this time.
So although in this scene, whether it is the stunningly beautiful Third Highness or the gentle and gentle Mo Xiaojing, they can be regarded as a perfect match.
But it still seems to them to be unspeakably weird.
It seemed like a long time passed, and it seemed like only a moment. When His Highness the Third Prince opened his mouth again and released his fingers, everyone woke up as if from a dream.
Ao Xuehua was the first to rush forward, hugged His Highness the Third Prince, held the stunning girl Mu Mu behind him, and said with an unkind expression: "Hey, Mo Xiaojing, what did you do to my senior sister? ?”
"Yes!" Qi Xia smiled: "If we don't explain clearly, this scene will be on the front page of Fei Xin's Diary tomorrow."
"Although I didn't have time to record it with the shadow yarn, Senior Zhou Xuan and I."
Qi Xia confirmed: "They are all good at sketching."
Mo Xiaojing didn't say anything. He quietly took back his right hand and checked it. Sure enough, it felt exactly the same as before.
His Highness's mouth was warm and soft, but not moist, so after withdrawing it, there was not even a drop of saliva.
This is not the most surprising thing. The most important thing is that the wound just now has disappeared.
It was a burn from the flames, and it was an injury that had lasted for more than an hour. In just a few breaths, it had completely healed.
It was as if the rotten flesh was reborn, as if time had gone backwards.
Mo Xiaojing smiled to herself, raised her head and said calmly: "Just now, it was a little secret between senior sister and I, right? Senior sister."
The expression on the face of the Third Highness has not changed at all since the beginning.
If pressed, even when she made that move, her expression was still that of Shisui.
At this moment, when the girl heard the words, she quietly lowered her smooth head and said, "Yes."
Then she stretched out her finger and pointed lightly on the table, and a bowl of green silk lotus root and jasper soup disappeared out of thin air and then appeared in her hand.
The red-haired girl whispered quietly.
"Let's have porridge together,"
It seemed to be a pleading tone.
"Okay?"
