At the beginning, Miao Yiyi didn't understand why the saint who had never cared about world affairs would intervene in the selection of the saint.
And put forward such a difficult level.
After seeing Miao Zhi, she finally understood.
Because she, Miao Yiyi, is the candidate for this year's saint.
So, Miao Zhi came.
The corner of Miao Yiyi's mouth twitched, and there was a self-deprecating arc in her beautiful eyes: "Speak directly, what do you want? Force me to withdraw from the selection of saintess, or do you want to force me to leave the Miao nationality again?"
She said, a trace of loneliness flashed between her brows and eyes.
She lowered her head, laughing softly at herself again: "I, Miao Yiyi, how could I have let you, a dignified Miao saint, come forward to deal with me in person."
Miao Zhi's hand resting on the table tightened slightly.
"It's getting late, don't waste other people's time, just tell me what you want." Miao Yiyi's eyes fell on Miao Zhi's tightly curled hands, and the light in her eyes fluctuated for a moment.
But soon, it disappeared.
Miao Zhi remained silent for a long time.
Miao Yiyi frowned even tighter.
The elders around did not dare to speak easily at this time, breaking the weird atmosphere between the two.
Anyone can hear it.
There must be some kind of special relationship between Miao Zhi and Miao Yiyi.
There was a burst of silence on the selection stage.
For a long time.
A look of impatience appeared on Miao Yiyi's face.
She frowned, turned around, and walked down the selection stage.
As he walked, he turned his gaze to Ye Qingluo.
From Miao Yiyi's eyes, Ye Qingluo could read her apology.
It seemed to be saying to her: "I'm sorry to disappoint you."
Miao Yiyi, is this... She chose to give up the chance to become a saint
Ye Qingluo frowned slightly, glanced at Miao Yiyi's slightly pale face, and then at Miao Zhi with a forbearing expression.
If Miao Yiyi gives up.
The Gu worms on Di Moxuan's body... what should I do
Just looking at the atmosphere between Miao Yiyi and Miao Zhi.
If she really forced Miao Yiyi, she would continue to participate in the next selection stage.
For Miao Yiyi, it was too cruel.
What should she do
Perhaps it was Ye Qingluo's panic that Di Moxuan felt.
Suddenly a big palm came across from his waist.
The gentle palm was pressed against her delicate body through the robe.
The man's hoarse voice drifted into his ears: "She is not a saint, do you care?"
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips and looked up at him.
The man's beautiful peach blossom eyes were shining brightly.
But, no matter how evil and seductive.
But it was missing that point, the tenderness when looking at her.
Too indifferent.
Almost like looking at the indifference of strangers.
Ye Qingluo raised her white fingers, little by little, covering his eyes through the gold-rimmed mask.
The hand has not yet moved.
The man's big palm quickly clasped her wrist.
Very powerful.
It seemed to be preventing her from touching.
Ye Qing laughed lowly.
The ridiculous sound was full of bitterness.
"Of course I care... If she is not a saint, who else can return you... to me."
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Di Moxuan narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and felt inexplicably irritable when he heard the girl's bitter voice.
YouQi looked at the young girl with a forced smile and a look of dullness in her eyes.
His irritability was even worse.
He frowned, and clasped the girl's face with five fingers: "Is she a saint, what does it have to do with this deity? And... isn't this deity right beside you?"
Men are powerful.
Ye Qingluo was forced to meet his gaze.
Ye Qingluo's long and curled eyelashes fluttered, and he smiled slowly: "I can't help it, who made me love you so much, even if you are by my side, I hope... in your eyes, you can be completely It's all about me."