Jiang Niannian and others divided the spirit stones won from the bet, and returned Zhao Anming's share to him.
"No need, fairy, just keep it. I don't lack money."
Jiang Niannian: “…” Xiuer, please sit down.
Yin Buqi stepped down from the stage and saw Zhao Anming standing next to Jiang Niannian. His face darkened and he quickly walked over and hugged Jiang Niannian.
He was obviously a head taller than Jiang Niannian, but he still leaned forward, leaned into her arms, and nudged her with his head.
"Don't give up, you win." Jiang Niannian smiled gently. Her cub is naturally the best.
"Niannian, the injury on my back is starting to hurt again." His voice sounded aggrieved and a little weak at the moment.
He had beautiful eyes, and when he looked at someone intently, it was as if he wanted to drown that person in his eyes.
Jiang Niannian touched his head and said, "I'll help you blow on it when I go back tonight to apply the medicine."
Zhao Anming's mouth twitched.
The fairy was distracted and didn't see it just now, but he saw it clearly, the bloodthirsty and cruel eyes, the strange and sharp sword skills, and the pressure of the Spirit Transformation Stage emanating from his body.
He was very weak when the fairy was around him.
When the fairy was away, he brought a force ten typhoon.
This Yin Buqi had a pale complexion, a tall body but looked a little thin, and always looked decadent and sickly. Coupled with that extremely handsome face, he was indeed very sympathetic.
However, artificially pretending to be pitiful can only be called scheming.
He felt that he needed to remind the fairy: "Fairy, do you feel that you are too close?"
He had met Yin Buqi sixteen years ago, when he was still a child. But now he is an adult man. It looks weird no matter how you look at it that he is still so clingy to the fairy.
"Is there?" Jiang Niannian showed a puzzled look. I'm holding my own baby, is there anything wrong with that
"Men and women should not touch each other, you..." Zhao Anming wanted to say something, but when he raised his eyes, he met Yin Buqi's cold look, and a hint of blood appeared in the corners of his eyes.
The look was an obvious warning.
—She is mine.
-If you dare to say anything against me in front of her, I will kill you.
Zhao Anming didn't say anything. He was no longer the young boy he was sixteen years ago, and he didn't intend to rashly expose Yin Buqi's true face.
Soon, it was Jiang Niannian's turn. She originally thought that it was a coincidence that Yin Ci was facing Yin Buqi, but who knew that her opponent was actually Tang Murou!
This is fucking outrageous! It's totally off the mark!
Tang Murou bowed gently to her, then holding the peach blossom sword in her hand, attacked her with her most beautiful move "Dancing Rain".
Any man who sees such a beautiful woman with a stunning figure and pretty face would not have the heart to lay a hand on her.
But Jiang Niannian is a woman who doesn't have that kind of thing, so, sorry! She won't pity this delicate flower!
While she dodged Tang Murou's attack, she moved her wrist nimbly and created sword shadows all over the sky, as powerful as wind and thunder, attacking Tang Murou directly.
Tang Murou's pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously raised the sword in her hand to resist, but she felt a crisis coming from behind. She turned around hurriedly and saw Jiang Niannian's sword was already on her beautiful neck. If it was an inch off, it would be fatal.