Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit: 171, brothers, let’s be sorry [two more]

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Qin Lian stared at Duan Zimu closely.

The look in Duan Zimu's eyes is different from that of other students who watched nervously. He has confident and confident, as if he expected the result to be mediocre.

And his gaze changed immediately following Mo Shangyun's movements, and he unconsciously followed, there was a slight smile in the pupils of his eyes, and there was a gentleness in the depths.

It's hard to deceive the eyes.

Duan Zimu's appreciation of Mo Shangyun is definitely more than just appreciation.

Mo Shangyun!

These three words flashed in Qin Lian's mind.

With his head tilted, he swept past Mo Shangyun, who was fighting against Yan Jinzhao.

In the previous battle, after Liang Zhiqiong came to provocation, Qin Lian did not have time to take a closer look. When I went to see this time, Yan Jinzhao was already at a disadvantage. Within two moves, Mo Shangyun locked Yan Jinzhao’s neck. .

Qin Lian's eyes were slightly startled, and a drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of her forehead.

Even Liang Zhiqiong, who was full of honey and confidence in Mo Shangyun, blinked in surprise.

So fast?

This is... too legendary.

I don't know when, all the students were silent in this clearing.

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

It was clearly not that they were participating in the battle with Mo Shangyun, but most people were very nervous just looking at them, staring at each of the two moves carefully, for fear that they would not be able to follow their movements in the blink of an eye.

At the moment, the outcome is divided.

They haven't recovered.

In the beginning, most of the male students were eagerly looking forward to winning.

After all, he is recognized as a strong, and he is still a male soldier. No matter how tough Mo Shangyun is, he is only a woman. If the strongest of them also fell in the hands of Mo Shangyun, it would be too ugly. .

I didn't expect--

Completely defeated.

Hong Guoguo's complete defeat.

There is no room for recovery.

Twice fighting training, followed by three consecutive failures, the frustration in their hearts at this moment is nothing more than that of the parties involved.

Mo Shangyun is also 22 years old. Even if she started to learn martial arts in her mother's womb, she wouldn't have reached such a perverted level, right? !

Yan is now stronger than Mo Shangyun in terms of size and strength!

"Brothers, be sorry."

Yan Gui arbitrarily stopped the shoulders of the nearby person, and comforted them not surprisingly.

Yes, it is already very powerful to be able to compete with his family's Momo for so long.

Yan Jin is a martial idiot at best, but his Momo is perverted.

What is perversion?

It's a non-human!

The style of martial arts is a little bit. His family has unique ink and ink bones. He is completely a martial arts wizard, coupled with the acquired environment training, and the teaching of various mysterious masters. Up to now, in terms of martial arts, no one of his peers can And it is also possible.

"Walk around, go aside."

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

However, as soon as he pushed it halfway, he hugged Yan Gui.

I really hugged him. With both arms opened, he directly encircled Yan Gui, bumped into 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 the fiery sight of Song Ci, Yan Gui's face changed, "No, isn't it a confession?"

Seeing Yan Gui's reaction, and hearing the sighs from the surroundings, Song Ci immediately recovered and realized that he was a little overdone, and immediately let go of his hand.

When I lower my head, the roots of my ears are all red.

Yan Gui has done his best and patted his shoulder generously, "Brother, don't care, just talk about it."

Song Ci glanced around, then approached Yangui, and said in a low voice: "Aren't you instructor Mo's childhood sweetheart? The relationship is so good, let her write a paragraph?"

"Hey, it depends on what is written," Yangui joked with a smile, "If you ask her to give you a love letter in a few lines, it might be a bit embarrassing."

"...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: "Stop talking, what do you want to write, and what do you want to do?"

"It's like this," Song Ci put his shoulders on his shoulders, walking away from the crowd, and said like a thief, "Tang Shi is about to celebrate her birthday, and she has always liked instructor Mo again. There is no chance to prepare a birthday present, so I thought, if possible, if instructor Mo write a piece of encouragement for her, she should be very happy."

"Oh..."

Yan Gui dragged his voice.

As soon as his eyes turned, Yan Gui just wanted to make some ghostly ideas, but before he could say anything, he heard a familiar and dangerous ridicule from behind——

"You guys, where do you go for this guy with shoulders and backs?"

Yangui and Songci both trembled suddenly.

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

What caught my eye was Mo Shangyun's face with a faint smile but extremely gloomy.

"Instructor Mo..." Yan Gui decisively sent back the hand placed on Song Ci's shoulder, and said quickly towards Mo, "We are studying your battle with Brother Yan to see if we can pass Lessons learned from this battle—"

"Three points are deducted." Mo Shangyun squinted, interrupting him.

Yan Gui was taken aback, and asked tentatively: "We?"

Looking at him, Mo Shangyun said very positively: "You."

Yangui: "..."

I felt that my soul was hurt very strongly, and it was the kind that a box of skewers could not make up for.

He raised his eyebrows, ignoring Yan Gui's expression, and Mo Shangyun turned around directly, facing the student who glanced over here from time to time.

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