"Okay, okay!" Emperor Jing waved his hand angrily.
Postponement, postponement, the upper dragon list has been held for many times in history, and it has never been postponed. How can it be the turn of the Eastern Jin Kingdom, so troublesome.
Emperor Jing thought about changing the referee, but when he asked a few families, all the big figures in those families were actually not in the house! So Emperor Jing could only wait.
Fortunately, Master Rong Yun is quite trustworthy.
On the day before the competition, it was finally too late to catch up with this feast of the Dragon Tournament.
Nanshan.
When Su Luo saw Master Rong Yun, there was joy in his eyes, and he pursed his lips and smiled: "Master, you are back. If you don't come back, Uncle Nangong will send someone to tie me up."
Master Rong Yun is dressed in a white brocade robe, with a long body and a jade stand. His face is like the moon in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Strength.
Master Rong Yun looked at Su Luo, smiled lightly, and said in a warm and low voice, "Is your body fully recovered?"
He always speaks in such an unhurried manner, gentle and lazy, with an indescribably pleasant ending.
Su Luo ran up to grab his arm, handed it over with his right wrist, and smiled: "Master, take a look, see if it's really good?"
Master Rong Yun glanced at Su Luo from the corner of his eye, his dark eyes were like the heavy strokes in an ink painting, and he nodded slightly: "It's not bad, it's a piece of fragrant fat."
Master Rong Yun pinched Su Luo's bulging cheeks and faintly evoked a doting smile.
Rong Yun doesn't laugh often, but the gentle beauty of his smile is indescribable by any adjective in the world, it's simply beautiful.
Su Luo just looked at him stupidly, and then she was directly carried away by Nangong Liuyun.
Nangong Liuyun let go of his long arms, placed Su Luo behind him, and squinted at Master Rongyun: "Master is indeed a master, I still have time to ramble here."
"Nangong Liuyun." Su Luo secretly tugged at his sleeve. How can you be so rude to Master!
Nangong Liuyun let Su Luo almost tore off his sleeve without looking back at her, but his face became more and more gloomy.
Master Rong Yun raised the corners of his lips gracefully, and pointed at Su Luo with his slender fingers: "Come here for the teacher."
The master has his life, and the disciple does not dare to obey. So, Su Luo directly threw away Nangong Liuyun and went to the place of Master Rong Yun.
In this room, Nangong Liuyun never pulled back, his complexion was as black as the bottom of a pot, and it was almost dripping water.
His black and blue silk slanted down, but at this time it was almost erect, and the clenched fists made the sound of knuckles colliding.
In that room, Master Rong Yun held Su Luo as if there was no one beside him to say this.
He is just so beautiful, his gestures are all exquisite and noble, elegant to the extreme, and his unfathomable strength makes people feel unsure.
Su Luo didn't notice Nangong Liuyun's black-faced face at all. At this moment, she sat side by side on the soft couch with his master and told him the past with a smile.
Master used to have a straight face, and Su Luo was accustomed to his indifference and alienation. Suddenly, Master became amiable. Su Luo naturally wanted to seize this opportunity.
At this moment, what Su Luo was talking about was called a brow dancing with high spirits.
The contrast with Nangong Liuyun's livid and angry face is very obvious.
In the end, Master Rong Yun pinched Su Luo's small arm and wrinkled his beautiful brows: "Still so strong?"