Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Qin Lian stared at Duan Zimu closely.

Duan Zimu's eyes, unlike those of other students who are nervously watching, have confident confidence, and it seems that the results are expected to be average.

His eyes followed the changes in Mo Shangyun's movements, and he unconsciously followed him. There was a slight smile in his eyes, and gentleness was mixed deeper.

It's hard to deceive people.

Duan Zimu's love for ink is definitely more than appreciation.

Mo Shangyun!

These three words flashed in Qin Lian's mind.

As soon as his head went off, Mo Shangyun, who had played against Yan Jinjin, swept past.

In the previous battle, when Liang Zhiqiong came to provoke, Qin Lian did not have time to take a closer look. When he went to see this time, Yan Jinzhao had fallen into a disadvantage. With less than two strokes, Mo Shangyun locked Yan Jinzhao's neck.

Qin Lian's eyes stunned slightly, and a drop of cold sweat slipped down the forehead.

Even Liang Zhiqiong, who was full of honey and confidence in Mo Shangyun's side, blinked in amazement.

So fast?

This is also... legendary.

I don't know when, in this open space, all the students are silent.

I don't know when, every pair of eyes gathered, focusing on the battle between Mo Shangyun and Yan Jin.

It's clearly not that they participated in the battle with Mo Shangyun, but most people were so nervous when they watched, carefully staring at the two men's moves, fearing that they couldn't keep up with their movements in a blink of an eye.

Right now, the outcome is divided.

However, they have not recovered.

Initially, most of the male students were eagerly looking forward to saying that they could win now.

After all, it is recognized as a strong man, and is still a male soldier. No matter how powerful Mo Shangyun is, she is only a female. If the strongest of them also fell down in Mo Shangyun's hands, it would be too ugly.

did not think of--

Defeated.

Hongguo's defeat.

There is no room for recovery.

After two fights and three consecutive failures, the frustration in their hearts at the moment is nothing worse than what the parties said.

Mo Shangyun was just 22 years old. Even if she started to learn martial arts in her motherhood, wouldn't it be such a perverted degree? !

Nowadays, whether it is body shape or strength, it is stronger than Mo Shangyun!

"Brothers, be sad."

Yan Gui stopped the shoulder of a person nearby and pacified them without any surprise.

It has been very powerful for Yan Jin to contend with his family for so long.

Yan Jin is at best a martial art at best, but his family is abnormal.

What is pervert?

Just a non-human being!

Speaking of the martial arts style, his ink and bone skeleton is pure, completely trained as a martial arts wizard, and the acquired environment training, the teaching of major mystery masters, up to now, on the value of force, saying that no one in the same generation can and can be of.

"Go around, go aside."

Song Ci, who was strangled by his neck, pushed him away.

However, just halfway through, she embraced Yan Gui.

It was really embraced, with two arms open, directly surrounding Yan Gui, hitting it in the front, and greeted Yan Gui with a masculine embrace.

At that moment, Yan Gui just wanted to jump into the river to die.

"..." Feeling Song Ci's fiery sight, Yan Gui's face changed, "No, isn't it confession?"

Seeing Yan Gui's reaction and hearing the booing sounds around him, Song Ci immediately recovered, realizing that his movements were overdone and immediately released his hands.

When looking down, the ears are red.

But Yan Gui had to measure inwards and patted his shoulders generously. "Brother don't care, just tell me something."

Song Ci glanced left and right, and then approached Yan Gui. He lowered his voice and said: "Aren't you the instructor of the instructor Mo?

"Hey, that depends on what you write," Yan Gui teased, "If you let her give you a love letter of a few lines, that would be a little difficult."

"...Don't talk nonsense!"

Song Ci's face was red again.

Yan Guiqiang resisted the urge to laugh, tried to straighten his serious expression, and continued: "Don't say it, what do you say, what do you want to do?"

"That's it," Song Ci took his shoulder and walked away from the crowd, like a thief. "Tang Shi is about to celebrate her birthday. She has always loved Instructor Mo and she has no chance to prepare in this army. A birthday gift, so I thought, if you can, let the instructor Mo write to her an encouragement, she should be very happy."

"Oh……"

Yan Gui prolonged his voice.

As soon as his eyes turned, Yan Gui just wanted to get a ghost idea. However, he had no time to say anything, and heard the familiar and dangerous ridicule coming from behind—

"Two people, where are you going to go?"

Both Yan Gui and Song Ci shivered violently.

At the same time, the two slowly turned their heads in a particularly stiff posture.

What came into view was an inscrutable face with a smile on the ink.

"Instructor Mo..." Yan Gui took the opportunity to return the hand placed on Song Ci's shoulder immediately and spoke quickly toward Mo. "We are studying your battle with Brother Yan to see if we can pass this battle. Learned from—"

"Three points." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and interrupted him.

Yan froze and asked tentatively, "We?"

Looking at him, Mo Shangyun was very sure: "You."

Yan Gui: "..."

I feel that my heart has been extremely hurt, and it is still the kind that cannot be compensated by a box of skewers.

With a raised eyebrow, he ignored Yan Gui's expression, and Mo Shangyun turned directly, facing the students who glanced at him from time to time.

Raised his hand, handed the black whistle to his mouth, blew, and then shouted, "Gather!"