But this look made her expression distort for a while, and her movements of drawing spirits froze for a moment.
Because Xi Yue and Ling were immersed in their own world at all, they didn't listen to other people's comments and slanders, let alone glanced aside.
Xi Yue was very attentive when painting, and because Ji Mingyu's spiritual power level was too high, so she wanted to control it well, and her mental concentration could only be raised to the highest level.
After painting for a while, fine beads of sweat oozed from her forehead.
But before she could wipe it off, a pair of slender, cold, but extremely gentle hands touched her forehead, gently wiping the sweat off her forehead.
The slightly rough callus on the palm of her hand brushed across her delicate skin, causing Xi Yue's heart to tremble, and her concentration on painting was distracted.
She glared dissatisfiedly at the man who disturbed her, her eyes were full of coquettishness and anger.
What responded to her was Ji Mingyu's completely unchanged cold expression. He just put his arms around her waist with one hand, held her hand with the other, and sketched lightly in the air.
While drawing Linghuan, it did not prevent him from releasing Lingmiao at all.
It's just that the body hugging the girl was slightly scorching hot, and the hand around the waist was getting tighter and tighter, as if it would swallow her up at any time.
Xi Yue's face was red, but luckily she was covered by a cloth towel so she didn't lose her composure.
She struggled, trying to break free from Ji Mingyu's hand holding her, but after nothing worked, she had to give up.
She glared at him with a bit of coquettishness before continuing to complete her spiritual fantasy.
This move was indescribably intimacy and full of tacit understanding between the two, but they did not do it deliberately, but wanted to express their love for each other from the bottom of their hearts.
These two people are clearly on the stage where tens of thousands of people are watching, but they form a time of their own, as if no one can get involved.
Slowly, the nuns who were still muttering that Xi Yue was not good enough for Ji Mingyu stopped talking.
Although he was heartbroken, he had to admit that Master Ling really liked Xi Yue, and every gesture of his hands seemed to pamper and love this girl to the bone.
Yun Feifei's hand stopped stiffly in mid-air. Looking at this scene, the fire of jealousy in her chest was blazing, entrenched in her heart like a poisonous snake, which made her only want to tear Xi Yue apart, and couldn't even do other things.
After Lingmiao was cast, it was not drawn as a ghost, but gradually turned into an "ink dot". After the ghost was activated, it became a flaw in the entire phantom.
Yue Tingyuan saw that Ling Miao was about to condense into ink dots, and Yun Feifei hadn't moved yet, so he could only remind him, "Feifei, let's finish the drawing of Linghuan first!"
Yun Feifei came back to her senses suddenly, and quickly sketched in the air. Although Ling Miao did not condense, this stroke was too hasty, and lost the original charm of agility and beauty.
The flames of resentment flickered in Yun Feifei's eyes, she suddenly lowered her voice, and said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Do it!"
Yue Tingyuan's expression changed.
Of course he knew what Yun Feifei meant by fighting, but he really didn't want to confront Zero.
That time in the arena, the scene where he was instantly killed by one move almost became his inner demon and nightmare.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but under Yun Feifei's stern gaze, he had to swallow it back.
Yue Tingyuan gritted his teeth and secretly observed Xi Yue and Ji Mingyu for a while.
When both of them were concentrating on painting without realizing it, his finger moved lightly.