Most of the matches in the afternoon have been over, except for a small part of the challenge arena, the strength of the two sides is quite stalemate for a long time. Learned that Luo Qian and Lin Wan'er have defeated opponents, Mo Li and Su ranxue did not stay in the square.

In the warm afterglow of the setting sun, they walked side by side along the winding path of the villa, and walked slowly along the artificial large lake. Their hair was yellow and scattered. The light warmth of the crisp chirping of insects and birds filled the hearts of Bi people who talked softly.

Most people are still watching the game in the square, while others are struggling to prepare for tomorrow's battle. It's rare for them to be so leisurely.

Su ranxue quietly embraces the man's arm, stops to look at the surrounding flowers and plants from time to time, and inadvertently shows a happy smile to compare the blooming Qunfang.

The rare tranquility didn't last for long. In the pavilion in front, a graceful and beautiful figure stood quietly. The charming figure of Lao Chang, who was pulled by the setting sun, seemed so lonely and lonely in the breeze.

They stopped and looked at the figure. After a short silence, Su ran Xue loosened the man's arm and said softly, "go and have a look."

"Why don't you leave her alone?"

Mo leaves in the heart have no what bottom, shrunk to shrink neck to hesitate a way.

The woman rolled a lovely white eye and had no choice but to smile bitterly: "although she is usually cheerful and lively, she can be regarded as a famous genius in Xichuan. Suddenly, it's easy to get into a dead end. At this time, someone needs to comfort her!"

Su ranxue's heart is bitter when she talks. She doesn't want too many women close to her man. The charm of her lover is an irresistible magic barrier for women. At the same time, she doesn't want to see a promising young girl go down like this, put aside the position of gratitude and resentment, this girl is also their friend, has a positive, kind and pure heart, which is what she used to have, and is now beyond expectation.

After entering the WTO, he firmly followed the steps of his beloved man, and the tenet of Yizong's self-cultivation no longer exists. All the way of intrigue, all the way of bloodless killing, time to erase the memory of the depths want to maintain the innocence, the only constant is the snow like heart.

Su ranxue's favorite sisters are Guoguo and Junxin. They are like real fairies who never take part in the killing. This simplicity is what she once wanted to pursue and now yearns for.

Mo Li nods slowly after a short silence. He knows that Xueer's words are not aimless. For a genius who has never experienced any setbacks, a fall is enough to become a lifelong demon.

Along the slippery wooden corridor slowly to the pavilion, the girl in the pavilion was too intoxicated to even find anyone close to her. After closing, Mo Li heard murmuring in a low voice.

"Su Qing, Su Qing - you lost the first game... Maybe you are really doomed in your life to be the green leaves that set off the red flowers."

There is a sense of self abandonment in the voice of self mockery. When listening to Mo Li's speech, I feel a burst of blockage in my heart.

"Do you know why red flowers are more beautiful than green leaves?"

The sudden voice made the girl's delicate body tremble. She turned her head slowly and saw a smiling face that was warmer than the sunshine that enveloped her whole body.

Looking at the smile on Zhang Junlang's face, Su Qing almost subconsciously asked: "why?"

Mo Li stepped forward step by step, arms holding the railing, looking at the calm lake, dark eyes deep like summer stars.

"Although red flowers are beautiful, they can't open until they have experienced wind and rain. If you want to be a safflower, you need not only the innate excellent qualifications, but also the unremitting efforts. Your qualifications are not bad. What you lack is the baptism of wind and rain. "

"The baptism of wind and rain..."

The girl murmured and whispered. She realized something in her heart, but she couldn't say it. She could only raise her head in confusion, waiting for the man to solve her doubts.

"Let me tell you this - what do you think of me and Wu Meng's strength?"

What's the point?

Su Qing looked at the man and said with a wry smile: "of course, you two have the strength. Even the patriarch said that you are the most advantageous contenders in this conference!"

Bailixiong really thinks highly of me!

Mo Li didn't see any joy on Wen Yan's face. On the contrary, he was dignified and said indifferently: "do you know that when Wumeng and I were chased and killed, my whole meridians were cut off, and my inner government suffered heavy damage. Wumeng took me to flee in confusion for half a year. Finally, I met a high talent who saved me from death!"

Su Qing suddenly opened her mouth in surprise. With their strength, there will be such a dangerous and embarrassing moment?

"I think I have a good talent for cultivation, and I've had many adventures since I grew up, but the dangers and setbacks I've experienced step by step are far beyond your imagination! If it wasn't for dreamless excellent medical skills, maybe I would have turned into a dead bone. I have been besieged and seriously injured, humiliated by the superior aristocratic children, despised by many so-called talents, but I have never been discouraged! This is a cruel world. The victory and defeat are very common. If you fall down, you can only see the road ahead when you stand up straight. Are you sure you want to fall down in this pit? "

Mo Li's tone is more and more high, and as he says that, scenes slowly emerge in his mind. He didn't make a bluff to comfort the girl. In Qingfeng mountain, he was attacked by several forces. It was su ranxue who took him to escape in panic. When the Nangong family sent someone to pick up the wind chime, he was slapped and the dragon was robbed. At that time, Nangong Ling's scornful eyes became the biggest driving force for him to push forward! In the Nangong family, the Mohists and the huoyun palace were more curious about him, but they despised him. Many of the young disciples of the Nangong family were the same. He never cared about the ridicule. On the contrary, he used his strength to justify his name in the exploration of the Fuxiao palace.

Looking at the man's extremely excited look, listening to the sonorous and powerful words, Su Qing felt a stir in her heart. At the same time, she couldn't help but feel pity. She believed what the man said, so she was even more surprised. She had never thought that such a bumpy past would happen to a young man with bright appearance and high reputation.

Yes! The world is cruel. What's a defeat? The bewilderment and cowardice in her eyes slowly dissipated, replaced by a firm and incomparable self-confidence luster. The woman took a deep breath to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and smile like a pure white lotus baptized by the wind and Frost: "thank you, brother without regret! I see! "

The woman's sweet smile is full of unprecedented stubbornness. The girl's heart is covered with a layer of armor from this moment, and the soft corner is deeply wrapped with independence and strength.