Douluo's lottery master

Seeing the approaching magic blade, Yan Kun, who was astonished, had no time to sigh, and subconsciously raised his hands to summon the magic armor to resist.

But that moment seems so slow

So slow that he forgot the surprise

So slow that he ignored Wuhun

So slow that he smiled in relief

Slow until his blood boils gradually

At that moment, Yan Kun decided not to use the magic armor or the monkey's martial soul, but to use his body to resist the injury, because he hadn't experienced the feeling of being injured for a long time!

What he desires is not to be hurt,

And a hearty battle!

A battle of selflessness!

Let him recall, what is fighting!

And in front of

The white-haired girl stepped on the ground hard, as if she was charging towards fate, and the distance between her and Yan Kun quickly closed until the last step.

She stared directly at the handsome young man in front of her with scorching eyes, and stomped firmly on the ground, wanting to explode her strength and swung the strongest knife ever to defeat Yan Kun.

but...

She forgot something very important...

It wasn't until the discomfort and pain in her feet became clear that she recalled...

Challenging her fate, she wore high heels today...well...she even got a sprain on her foot...

In fact, she is very strong. If it were just an ordinary high-heeled shoe, she could directly step on it. Unfortunately, the quality of these shoes is so good that it will directly cause damage...

As a result, the white-haired girl's body was directly out of balance, and her head was carried at Yan Kun's feet, and the magic blade also fell to the side.

It actually fell to the ground...

Looks cute and cute...

Yan Kun's unrestrained smile became stiff in an instant, and his boiling blood cooled instantly. The eyes that looked at the white-haired girl lying at his feet gradually became like looking at a fool, and finally, he sighed deeply.

You let me down so much!

Yan Kun picked up the magic blade, and the magic blade returned to its original form. The white-haired girl who just wanted to grab the knife lost hope in an instant on her small face.

"Are you wrong?"

Yan Kun held the magic blade in his hand, squatted down and looked directly at her coldly and asked.

The white-haired girl looked at the magic blade, then at Yan Kun, her small mouth was instantly constricted, and she said pitifully with tears in her eyes, "I was wrong."

"What's wrong?" Yan Kun looked directly at the white-haired girl and asked as if without emotion.

"Everything is wrong..." The white-haired girl's eyes instantly became wet, as if she was about to cry.

"Still crying? Hold back."

"Um..."

The girl forcibly held back

"Stop lying down, get up by yourself." Yan Kun continued.

The girl got up from the ground, but her right foot seemed to be injured, she couldn't stand up, she just struggled clumsily on the ground.

"Okay, clumsy, what else can you do if you can't even stand up?" Yan Kun shouted sternly while pulling her up.

He didn't even intend to let her stand, and hugged her directly in the arms of the princess. At the same time, he subconsciously glanced at her and stopped bowing his head, as if he didn't want to look at her.

"Thank you, that's very kind of you." The white-haired girl hugged Yan Kun tightly, buried her little head in his arms like an ostrich, and said happily.

"Hehe, I'm just afraid that you will waste my time by walking too slowly." Yan Kun said.

"Uh-huh."

Yan Kun looked at Li Yusong who was staring at the two of them with his mouth wide open, and didn't bother to say anything, and directly carried her into the academy.

"What's your name now?" Yan Kun asked suddenly when he was halfway there.

"I don't have a name yet, and I haven't thought about what to call it. How about you give me a name?" The white-haired girl looked up at Yan Kun and said, blinking her big eyes.

Subconsciously looking at the cute girl in his arms again, Yan Kun swallowed silently, then immediately turned his head, pretending nothing was wrong.

"You don't need to change your name. From now on, you will be Li Xiyue and always will be!" Yan Kun said calmly and without doubt.

"Well, I'll listen to you."

Unlike normal people, Li Xiyue didn't say things like: I'm in trouble now, so I can't reveal my real name in front of outsiders.

All she could do was affirm, as long as it was what Yan Kun said, she would agree with it, and she would not think about anything superfluous.

Li Xiyue is such a person

Yan Kun nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable, but he didn't want to look down, and couldn't remember why he felt uncomfortable, so he endured the strange feeling and left.

The problem is actually very simple

Yan Kun didn't wear a shirt...

Li Xiyue listened directly to Yan Kun's heartbeat from a direct distance, felt his mood, and immediately felt particularly secure, and at the same time hugged her arms even tighter.

Just like that, a boy with platinum long hair and a bare upper body, holding a white-haired girl in a blue skirt in his arms, walked into the academy step by step.

最后

Li Yusong looked at the registration office that was burnt to pieces by the aftermath of the magic flame, and the crumbling plaque on it, and sighed deeply.

......

assessment

Zhao Wou-ki and the four little guys were fighting like a raging fire, the battle scene was quite intense, perhaps because of the difference in mentality, Zhu Zhuqing's fighting style became more powerful and reckless.

Soon, Zhu Zhuqing and Xiao Wu were defeated by Zhao Wuji and lost their fighting power...

right now

Yan Kun passed by abruptly, his high-profile posture of being naked and hugging his sister instantly attracted Zhao Wuji's attention.

Yan Kun didn't evade, just watched them fight directly, Li Xiyue's small head quietly emerged from Yan Kun's arms, a silver hair bounced, and she blinked cutely.

"Where did you come from? What are you hanging around in our Shrek Academy?" Zhao Wuji looked at the two people who were close, and felt his teeth hurt more and more.

"Oh, I'm a freshman who came for the assessment. She sprained her ankle and I sent her back." Yan Kun said calmly, looking directly at Zhao Wuji.

Perhaps subconsciously, he didn't use honorifics, whether his attitude was very respectful or not, he just spoke in a very ordinary way.

"Yeah!" Li Xiyue also nodded vigorously to express her affirmation.

"Wait, did you sprain your ankle? Was there a student like this in our school before?" Zhao Wuji asked, frowning as he looked at Li Xiyue, who was dressed completely differently from his usual temperament.

On the side, Dai Mubai in the auditorium saw this scene, and seemed to understand something instantly, he stood up subconsciously, stared at these two people, opened his mouth involuntarily, but couldn't say a word.

Seeing this, Ma Hongjun and Oscar seemed to realize that things were not simple, and began to observe carefully. After thinking for a short time...

"With a knife?"

Ma Hongjun looked at the magic blade in Li Xiyue's hand and said.

"White hair?"

Oakes focused on hair, which is easier to tell by color, after all.

"female?"

Ma Hongjun spoke again, and his brows began to wrinkle gradually.

"It's difficult for our college?"

The Oscar thinker continued to add another sentence.

Search and wash...

The two fell silent at the same time, and then jumped up in an instant, shouting at the same time: "Fuck! Could it be her?"

Looking at Li Xiyue, the two of them felt that their view of the world had been shattered. They hugged each other tightly, staring at each other while showing expressions of doubting life.