Knowing that Lan Ling'er was full of poison, Nie Qingwu was afraid that they would hurt Luo Feng, so she quickly stood in front of Luo Feng.
"You guys go back quickly. If you don't, I will tell Ye Feng."
Jiang Yuxin's smile was as charming as a blooming lily: "Sister Qingwu, we are just here to chat, don't be nervous. If you are so nervous about him, do you like him?"
Nie Qingwu blushed slightly: "Don't talk nonsense, we are just siblings from the same sect."
Lan Ling'er covered her mouth and laughed: "Sister Qingwu, you are blushing, haha, you are blushing, you are in love."
If these two girls started to act up, no one could stop them. Nie Qingwu was both angry and amused, with a cunning look in her eyes: "The competition is about to start, why don't you go and prepare for Yi Xue?"
"what to prepare?"
Nie Qingwu smiled and said, "Prepare your acceptance speech. Yi Xue will definitely win the competition later, right?"
Lan Ling'er and Jiang Yuxin smiled at each other. They liked hearing this sentence and nodded at the same time: "Yes."
"If she wins, she will be first in the Xuan-level group and will have to go on stage to receive the award and give a speech. Giving a speech at an ancient martial arts competition is a very important matter. Doesn't she need to prepare?"
"We should prepare."
"We should prepare."
"I'll go and remind my sister, Ling'er, hurry up and leave."
Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er hurried off to find their elder sister Jiang Yixiu, and Nie Qingwu breathed a sigh of relief.
Luo Feng looked at the two people walking away, with a look of anticipation on his face.
He asked curiously: "Sister Qingwu, do you know them?"
Knowing that Luo Feng was in love, Nie Qingwu smiled bitterly and warned Luo Feng: "Of course I know them. They are not ordinary girls. You must not mess with them, especially the girls in blue clothes, understand?"
The girl in blue clothes refers to Lan Ling'er, who is full of poison and is the descendant of Chi You. Luo Feng is not her type.
Luo Feng smiled and said, "Of course not. I don't even know them, so why would I provoke them?"
"Hurry up and prepare for the finals. Winning or losing in the finals is not important. We have already exceeded our expectations by making it this far. You just need to do your best."
"Thank you, Sister Qingwu."
Although he said this, Lan Ling'er's mischievous smile flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but reveal an emotional expression.
Jiang Yixue is preparing for the finals. What is she preparing for? She is preparing to do what every woman would do before an important event: put on makeup.
In the lounge, Jiang Yixue was idle for two rounds and felt extremely bored. Finally, it was her turn to go on the stage. She was nervous and excited at the same time. She hummed a song, took out a delicate makeup bag, took out a lipstick from it, and began to touch up her makeup.
Suddenly, a pair of familiar arms hugged her soft waist, and her strong and warm chest pressed against her.
A voice that touched her heart came: "Dear, did you miss me?"
Jiang Yixue's snow-white face flashed with shyness: "This is in public, please restrain yourself and don't let anyone see you."
"I've locked the door. It's just the two of us here. Come on, give me a kiss."
Ye Feng's hot lips gently kissed her snow-white, slender neck. A current of excitement instantly spread throughout her body, making her feel as if she was on fire.
Reason overcame lust, she broke free from Ye Feng's arms, ran away from him, and giggled, "I don't want to. I just put on my makeup, and you kissed me and it ruined my appearance."
Ye Feng asked with a smile: "Are you nervous?"
"No, actually there is a little bit. I watched their match just now, and it felt like there were many places where they could have defeated each other if they had put in more effort, but they seemed to have run out of energy and missed the opportunity."
“Smart, you really have the talent to become a ancient warrior. You can see these key links. I have confidence in you.
As Ye Feng spoke, he approached Jiang Yixue, and like a cat playing with a mouse, he stretched out his arms and wrapped them around Jiang Yixue's soft and slender waist, holding her tightly in his arms.
Jiang Yixue's body was warm and soft. Holding her in his arms felt like hugging a soft pillow, which was extremely comfortable.
Ye Feng smiled evilly, and kissed the soft and towering breasts again with his lips gently.
Jiang Yixue wanted to struggle, but she was powerless to resist. She said coquettishly, "You are so mean. You want to molest me again."
Just when Ye Feng's lips were about to kiss the soft ravine, there was a knock on the door: "Sister, are you in there? Why lock the door in broad daylight?"
There was also Lan Ling'er's curious voice: "Sister Yi Xue, what are you doing?"
Why did these two girls come here? If they saw us, the two of us would have locked the door and hid in the lounge in broad daylight, and there would be no need to explain anything.
Ye Feng pointed to the window of the lounge, jumped onto the window, and got out nimbly like a civet cat. He had just come in from there and was very familiar with the place.
Jiang Yixue glared at him: "You thought you couldn't go through the door? You act like a thief every day."
The door was opened, and Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er fell in together. They were leaning against the door, listening to the noise inside, but they didn't expect the door to suddenly open.
"What do you two want to do?"
"Are you alone here?"
Jiang Yuxin and Lan Ling'er looked at each other, gave each other a cunning smile with ill intentions, and searched the lounge thoroughly but found nothing.
Knowing that they were looking for Ye Feng, Jiang Yixue said sarcastically: "Are you two looking for treasure? How did you find yourself in the lounge?"
Lan Linger smiled mischievously and said, "Brother Ye is not on the rostrum. I wonder where he went? Do you know?"
Jiang Yixue pretended not to know, holding the mirror and continuing to touch up her makeup. She took the eyebrow pencil and drew the eyeliner, and replied unhappily: "He doesn't have to report to me where he goes. How should I know? Do you have something to do with him?"
Jiang Yuxin blushed slightly and smiled awkwardly: "Nothing, we just came to see you."
Jiang Yixue glanced at her sister with disdain. She could tell what this girl was thinking at a glance and pinched her little face: "What's so good about me? Haven't you been watching me for more than ten years?"
Lan Ling'er quickly changed the subject: "Sister Yi Xue, are you ready for your acceptance speech?"
"An acceptance speech? What are you preparing for that?"
Jiang Yuxin rubbed her face that was pinched by her sister and reminded her with a smile: "This time, the champion of the Xuan level group must be you, sister. If you win the championship, you must go on stage to receive the award. Don't you think about saying something?"
Jiang Yixue put down the mirror and asked curiously, "What are you talking about? Are there any rules for this?"
"There are no rules, but you have to organize your words in advance, so as not to say the wrong thing. This is the ancient martial arts competition that takes place every five years. You won the Xuan-level championship in your first participation, which is a great honor."
Jiang Yixue put the cosmetics back into her bag and smiled, "Just say whatever comes to mind. What else do you need to prepare? Go and prepare. You may win the championship in the prefecture-level group. Then think about what to say when you go on stage to receive the award."