Chapter 821 Where Is His Goal?

Shen Li won and quickly walked back to Lu Jiuque. He did not feel the joy of victory, but patiently waited for his opponent to "come out". Ying Lang's brows were full of gloom and solemnity. "Lie Wen" ΔΩ" website "

Unlike the disciples of Zixia Sect and Mingjing Sect, Yi Li and Mei Ke, no matter who wins, will be a troublesome problem.

It would be best if Mei Ke wins, he will take action himself to avenge Wen Luo!

"Xiao Jiu'er, who do you think will win?"

Lu Jiuque curled his lips: "This is really hard to say."

Yi Li and Mei Ke, one is unfathomable and the other cunning and insidious, she can't say who will win or lose.

"Yi Li."

"What?"

"What?"

"Yi Li will win." Di Shifang said calmly, "Mei Ke is not Yi Li's opponent."

"!"

Shen Li looked at "Ling Han" in surprise, knowing that this was the first time he had taken the initiative to stop what he said.

Then, Shen Li looked at the sky again.

"Brother, what are you looking at?"

"Look at the angel, isn't it going to rain red..."

6 Jiuque: "..." Senior brother, you are so frank, what should you do if you are tortured by the big devil?

"Ahem." Lu Jiuque coughed lightly and took the initiative to take over the topic, "How do you know?"

Di Shifang raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, suddenly full of evil energy.

"you guess."

After saying this, he leaned into Lu Jiuque's ear again and murmured in a low voice.

"Or, just kiss me and I'll tell you."

Shen Li: "..."

Damn it, you two think he is dead, openly showing off your affection in front of him, bullying someone into being single!

In order to confirm what Emperor Shifang said,

Sure enough, after no less than ten rounds, Mei Ke's offensive gradually showed a defeat, and it seemed that he had more than enough ambition but not enough power.

"This..." Lu Jiuque also saw the fuss under Mei Ke's feet, and suddenly seemed to have discovered a new continent, "Mei Ke is injured?"

Di Shifang rubbed her head, curled his lips in enjoyment, and even his voice became lazier, "Finally you see? The eyes are not decoration after all."

Some people whose eyes are decoration: "..." When showing affection, can you not abuse the dog?

"Zheng——"

Yi Li's sword was stuck in Mei Ke's throat, and buzzing sounds echoed around the two of them.

One has sharp eyes and the other has cold eyes.

There was an undercurrent surging between the two, but no one could understand its meaning.

After a long time, the corners of Mei Ke's lips slightly raised, and the lips that were so pale that they were almost transparent revealed a trace of evil aura.

"I surrender."

As soon as the words fell, people's voices started to boil.

"Oh my god! Mr. Mei has given up!"

"Who is this Young Master Yi who appears out of nowhere?"

"I don't know who he is, but this game is so exciting, I'm getting goosebumps!"

“Tsk, tsk, it’s a worthwhile trip to be able to see such a game!”

"Hahaha!"

…

Wen Renxu stared at Mei Ke for a moment, slapped his thigh, and laughed loudly: "Okay! Dare to admit defeat is also a kind of responsibility! Well done! In this competition, Zixia Sect Yi Li wins!"

"Concession!"

"Concession!"

…

The flames and fighting spirit in the eyes of the two people facing each other have not extinguished, but this place is not the best battlefield for them.

When Asi saw his young master walking down, he immediately greeted him with a smile: "Young Master, you are the best! That's great!"

Yi Li shook his head helplessly and said, "I won here, what's there to be proud of?"

After saying this, Yi Li's eyes slowly fell on Lu Jiuque and smiled gently.

Where is his goal?