Lan Mengmeng's cloudy eyes seemed to have a glimmer of light after listening to Mu Lin's words.
Seeing this, Mu Lin felt that his words were useful, and he immediately tried to restrain his inner excitement. If a person like Lan Mengmeng could not help him get out of his knot once, no matter how much he said next time, it would not have any effect. It's as good as this time.
"Meng'er, life is a practice. There are always people with outstanding talents who stand out from the crowd; there are also people with mediocre qualifications, but with superhuman perseverance and determination, they overcome thorns and bumps and become extraordinary people. However, there are more People with ordinary qualifications but lack of patience or perseverance are sometimes complacent and sometimes hesitant to move forward. Every time they set out with full confidence, they always end up not far from the starting point."
"Everyone can be different. Just like senior brother, my singing is terrible, so I will never sing again? I have a senior sister named Mu Qianyu. Every time I sing, she kicks me. She sings better than me. too much."
"But I just want to sing. Everyone's voice is completely different. This is the voice God gave me, and I will accept it calmly. I won't stop speaking just because the singing doesn't sound good. My singing voice belongs to me. , your future belongs to you."
"Your father made mistakes. You can't make yourself confused because of him. If you ask me to say that you are depressed here, your father may not have any fluctuations in his heart at all now. For your own sake, can we go out once? ?”
"You and senior brother are talking today, and senior brother is already very happy! Tomorrow you and Mu Fan will come to watch senior brother's game, and I will tell him then."
Lan Mengmeng felt an indescribable happiness in her heart at this time. Mu Lin probably said more to him today than all the friends he had known since childhood.
And he has no friends anymore. His friends are no longer willing to play with him. He has been alone since he was ten years old.
"Senior Brother Mu Lin, thank you!" Lan Mengmeng suddenly bent down and bowed deeply to Mu Lin, and did not raise his body for a long time.
Mu Lin was startled by Lan Mengmeng's sudden move. He was lying lazily before he jumped up from the bed with a bang.
He was about to help Lan Mengmeng stand up straight, but at this time he found that Lan Mengmeng's face was covered with tears, and the tears on her face had dripped on the floor.
Mu Lin withdrew his figure, ignored Lan Mengmeng, and walked out of the room alone.
"I don't know how long this child has been holding it in. Give him enough to cry. Mu Fan, don't let him go back tonight. Just sleep with me for one night." Mu Lin, who walked out of the room, was still thinking. Lan Mengmeng bent down and cried, muttering in his mouth.
After looking back at the room again, Mu Lin stood up and left.
The next day...
"Brother Mu Lin, come on! Come on! Come on!" Mu Fan got a loudspeaker from somewhere, just like the vendors in the market.
Mu Qianyu was extremely embarrassed by this junior disciple who could kill a thousand swords. The disciples on Jiuxiao Island had never seen a loudspeaker before. At this time, everyone looked at Mu Fan. Mu Qianyu happened to be beside Mu Fan, and everyone pointed in Mu Fan's direction.
A young man in blue smiled brightly. He also felt that Mu Fan's behavior was not very good, so he snatched the loudspeaker from Mu Fan's hand: "Brother Mu Lin, come on!" He shouted louder than Mu Fan, and the whole picture My face turned red from shouting, and I may have exhausted all my lung capacity.
At this moment, Mu Qianyu had ten thousand alpacas flying through her heart. How could these pig-like organizers build the fighting platform? It was simply a shoddy project.
She could have played today, but there was a fighting stage that needed to be repaired, so she could only play two sets of matches first. And she just didn't have to play, precisely because she didn't have to play, so she was here to watch the game with Mu Fan. But she regretted it so much now. She should never have watched the game with Mu Fan.
Mu Fan didn't know where he got a younger brother. It seemed to be the disciple he fought with yesterday. The two of them were shouting here like fools.
Mu Lin, who was still on the fighting stage before the fight started, heard the sound of cheering for him coming from outside the stage. When he looked closely, it turned out to be Mu Fan, Second Senior Sister, and Lan Mengmeng from yesterday.
This cheering sound was shouted by Lan Mengmeng. Mu Lin was extremely happy when he saw that Lan Mengmeng dared to cheer him up like this.
Mu Lin also put his hands on his mouth and shouted loudly: "Little junior brother! Meng'er! Second senior sister! I heard it, I will work hard!"
You don't think it's embarrassing, I think it's embarrassing! Mu Qianyu was completely defeated by these pigs and cried without tears. She tried to cover her face with her hands to avoid everyone's gaze, but all the eyes were still looking in the direction of Tai Mufan, the audience.
The girl in black on the fighting stage also looked at Mu Fan, but Mu Fan didn't cheer for him, and she felt a little disappointed. Then the girl in black put her hands together on her two thin red lips just like Mu Lin just now.
The little mouth was slightly upward, like a ripe little cherry, and it let out an even more deafening cry: "Mu Fan! I want you to cheer for me too! I don't care! Come on, cheer for me! Come for my aunt!"
Mu Fan was startled by the sudden shouting. Who is this? He is so incompetent, and he always acts like an aunt or something. It is simply too vulgar.
I followed the direction of the voice and looked: "Damn it! It's actually this aunt!"
Mu Fan quickly shut up and put away the loudspeaker in Lan Mengmeng's hand, not wanting the girl in black to discover his presence.
When Luo Xian'er saw Mu Fan preparing to change positions, she was so angry that she put down her shame and replied to Mu Fan in front of so many people. Mu Fan not only ignored her, but also tried to escape. When she catches Mu Fan next time and tears Mu Fan's mouth to pieces and doesn't reply to her, then there will be no need to keep him.
Everyone in the audience was also shocked by the dramatic scene just now: "Who is this woman? She is so beautiful! Even when she is angry, she is so beautiful." In the direction of the viewing platform of Wanjian Sect, a young disciple in yellow was extremely licking. asked.
Like that, you need to lick the dog more, and lick the dog more.
"You don't even know, Fairy Luo! Fairy Luo is already a strong man in the Golden Core stage at the age of sixteen. Not only is she beautiful, but she is also terrifyingly strong." Another horse-faced disciple next to the man in yellow spoke. He explained that this horse-faced disciple was also dressed in yellow, and it seemed that the two of them should be friends.
"Senior Brother Qin, Mu Fan must be the one who defeated Situ Yan in the qi training realm that day. I didn't expect Fairy Luo to care about him so much." A fat dog-legged disciple next to Qin Muyu also stared at the girl in black on the stage. asked confused.
The man in purple looked at the girl on the stage, with fondness, anger, and a terrible possessiveness in his eyes.
Qin Muyu was still wearing the dark purple Guangling gown from that day. Like Mu Qianyu today, he could only watch the game but not compete.
However, while watching the game just now, Luo Xian'er actually changed her previous aloof image and took the initiative to reply to the young disciple of Yuyun Peak. This made Qin Muyu feel furious, and a terrible jealousy swept through his brain. At this time, Qin Muyu was thinking about how to deal with Mu Fan, and by the way, he also dealt with the people around Mu Fan.
Mu Fan has no enmity with Qin Muyu. He has never said that he likes Luo Xian'er, but even so, some people will immediately feel dissatisfied just because Luo Xian'er has a different attitude towards Mu Fan. Qin Muyu was like this. People didn't like him, but he still wanted to be a domineering licking dog, while Mu Fan suffered an inexplicable disaster.
Qin Muyu's eyes became even more vicious, and he didn't know what he was thinking when he looked at Mu Lin.
The sound of "dong", "dong" and "dong" bells represents the official start of the game.
As soon as the competition started, all kinds of skills were played in a blur. Fortunately, the battle stage was specially strengthened.
Masters fight each other, just in a split second. Not long after the battle started, a disciple of the Wanjian Sect roared and screamed like a wounded beast. The energy in his body was violent, his eyes were blood red, and he was killing wherever he went!
"Gudong", Mu Lin swallowed a mouthful of spit, this beast actually stared at him.
Mu Lin didn't wait for the beast to take action, then he directly stamped on it and punched it out.
boom!
A thunder exploded in the chest of the beast. Before the beast could touch Mu Lin's body, it was blown away by this thunder.
Although Mu Lin is usually quiet, he is still very strong. There is a bloody hole in the chest of the beast where the internal organs can be seen.
The beast went completely crazy. It was just a human hand, but suddenly long claws stretched out from the human fingers. If you look carefully, these claws are not claws, but ten terrifying sharp swords.
"Jian Feng really deserves to be called Jian Feng. He worked too hard and he ended up like this in the knockout round." Many disciples of the Formation Star Sect were frightened by the crazy Jian Feng.
"Die to me..." An angry voice came, and Jian Feng's ten sharp claws rushed towards Mu Lin from the left to the right.
Mu Lin's face was solemn, and he couldn't imagine that this was the third senior brother who usually liked to quarrel. Mu Lin raised his hand and grabbed the head of the attacking beast, and slapped it on the fighting platform. on the floor. The beast was thrown half to death and let out a miserable cry.
It took more than ten seconds before he stood up tremblingly and shouted: "Death! Die! Die!!!"
But no matter how loud you shout, it doesn't matter if others are stronger than you.
Mu Lin glanced at the beast, and his figure flashed directly behind the beast.
Three white sticky bombs were given to him by Mu Fan, which were perfect for dealing with the beast in front of him.
Bang, bang, bang, the lean man directly attached three sticky bombs to the beast's head, back, and waist, and then he was more than two feet away from the beast.
boom! boom! boom!
There were three explosions, and the beast was really blown into a beast. The whole person was covered in blood, which was extremely terrifying.
Mu Lin didn't kick the beast off the stage. He stood up and flew away. The beast was almost dead now, so there was no need for him to waste this time.
"Crazy!"
On the viewing platform of Wanjian Sect, the old man with yellow spots on his face saw his disciple in such a miserable condition, his eyes were about to burst, and he wished he could rush to the stage and kill the young man who had just injured his disciple with random swords.
The fighting on the entire battlefield was so brutal that blood stained most of the battlefield red.
