Soon, the martial arts competition was imminent... Bai Zhi said that Mo Qingcheng could not be found. A second ago, she got a rumor that the man was in the other garden. She chased after him, but the servant said that he had just got up and left.

Liyuan. When she found the Liyuan, the man went to Mei Xuan in the blink of an eye. It was always like this, endless misses...

Occasionally we met, but that person was too busy and had no time to spare. Although he would smile gently at her under the soft sunshine, at that moment, Mo Qingcheng had already begun to miss the snacks and soft couch in the study...

Could it be that he was so busy that he didn’t even have time to listen to what she said...

Did he know that every time she mustered up the courage, her heart would be torn apart...

Mo Qingcheng looked at the man's pear-colored figure gradually moving away in the setting sun, and for the first time, a delicate sadness emerged...

Bai Zhiyan, tomorrow is the martial arts competition, but I don't know if I still have a chance...

Mo Qingcheng lowered his head and stirred the hem of his clothes slightly... He was still dressed like a beggar and still had messy hair, but he seemed to have become another person...

I don’t remember who said this, the brighter a person smiles, the more lonely he will be when he is alone...

I wonder how someone like Mo Qingcheng, who smiles all the time, will look sluggish when he is in slight pain...

Behind Mo Qingcheng's downcast eyebrows, why does the delicate Haitang look so unspeakable, clenching out those inexplicable scarlet colors with both fists...

Towers and waterside pavilions, smiling proudly...

The martial arts conference held every five years seems to have accumulated the dreams of countless martial arts people. Become famous all over the world, or be completely defeated, be rich in the world, or look at the common people with a smile... The competition is not for the country, but it can never be separated.

That set of truths that the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. No matter whether it is the right path or a heretic, what it seeks is a kind of consciousness that overlooks all living beings...

Mo Qingcheng was dressed in a rich attire, but his favorite color was green. Bamboo leaves are green, but a man eight feet tall can be drunk, so at this moment, he may be drunk on the swords in the hands of those people...

When Bai Zhiyan and everyone sat down, they only saw the handsome boy in bamboo-colored clothes, like a cat, lying lazily on the steps surrounded by white gauze... His black hair was messy and hanging down, and his fair neck was delicate, enchanting and exquisite.

Her collarbone is half-covered and half-exposed. At this moment, she only has her eyes squinted, her red lips slightly raised, and she is enjoying the expressionless slap from the begonia-colored beauty...

Such a beautiful picture, even if it is staged in a corner, is still eye-catching and makes people feel relaxed and happy...
Chapter completed!