A little kid defeated the chief of the branch. Bai Ye sincerely mourned for Li Yao. At that time, he must have been happy and wanted to kill him.
But Ji Pin had just said that the warrior profession would pay more attention to the warrior's level. The cultivation aura on Li Xunle's body and Bai Ye's deep inner strength could not be felt at all, which puzzled her.
She put Xiao Zhengtai back on the bed, leaned over and asked, "Xiao Le, what level of warrior are you?"
"I don't know either!" He tilted his head, his expression also very confused.
"You don't even know?"
He nodded seriously: "It's true. I don't know where the power comes from every time we fight, but I can feel the cultivation aura of everyone, including the most powerful dean, except Xiao Xiao. Brother, you can’t notice it.”
"Strange, since you can detect the dean's cultivation aura, how come you can't detect me?" Bai Ye couldn't understand it again, his face was full of doubts.
Li Xunle seemed to have thought of the answer, and imitated Bai Ye's pinching action, gently pinched her cheek, and said excitedly: "Doesn't this mean you are better than me?"
Bai Ye was amused by his innocent and cute appearance, but he had no choice but to pick up two small lumps of flesh on her cheeks with his little hands, making her smile look more like crying.
Everyone played for a while and then dispersed, preparing for tomorrow's professional test.
When I miss spring at night.
Taking off the disguise, Bai Ye lay on the bed, his watery eyes raised sparkling waves, pure and touching, his long fingers slowly touched his cheek, where the unique and delicious scent of Di Yun seemed to still remain, and then turned downwards , the warm palm caressed the lower abdomen.
I don’t know what that guy Di Yun is doing.
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Zhulu, City Lord's Mansion.
The maid respectfully brought the steaming water into the room. In the antique house, there was a precious fox fur couch, and an elegant and handsome man was lying on the couch.
The maid secretly looked at him with her peripheral vision, her eyes filled with admiration.
This man is so good-looking!
After the door was closed, a pair of cunning eyes suddenly opened. Xingchen sat up and rubbed the back of his head in discomfort.
Di Yun's attack was really unusual. If he hadn't been prepared, he would have been unconscious for at least three or four days.
He stood up quietly, not forgetting to take back his beloved folding fan from the tea table. He pushed open the window very carefully, stretched out his head, checked again and again that no one was around, stuffed the folding fan into the belt around his waist, and stepped out step by step. .
"Done."
When he was done, he took out the folding fan, with a relaxed look on his face, and was about to turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw that peerless face that was gentle but full of evil spirits, right before his eyes!
"It seems that I started too lightly this time?"
Di Yun seemed to deliberately slow down his pace and walked towards him step by step.
Every time he gets closer, Xingchen's heart trembles, and he is frightened to death, okay!
"What, I just want to go out and get some fresh air!"
It turned out that Di Yun had known that he was pretending to be unconscious, so no wonder he sent someone to bring him face wash.
Now that things have come to this, Xingchen can only face the difficulties and not forget to protect his head, for fear of being hit again.
Di Yun's face was expressionless, with unfathomable undercurrents surging in his eyes.
"Come in, I have something to ask you."
"Let me go after asking!" Xingchen bargained carefully.
"Leave?" Di Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and said two words lightly: "Dream."