Chapter 1085 (2/2)

”Hehe, the boy is still the same. He's tired after running for more than ten laps. He's really recognized as a waste!”

”If his body hadn't been like this, I really doubt that he was the murderer of the prince. After all, he had been the prince for a few days!”

”The prince had a son in his middle age. His adopted son fell out of favor and harbored resentment. He wanted to assassinate the prince instead, but he could not beat a woman with such a weak body. He dared to assassinate his highness?”

Hearing these words, the young man who was still running in the martial arts arena was not angry, but surprisingly responded with a strange smile to those who talked about it.

It seems that these words did not humiliate him, but they were naked humiliated by Zhou Yi.

It means nothing more than, I think, I like, I like, what can you do with me?

He Haikuan looked at Zhou Yi, who was struggling to run, with a slight appreciation in his eyes. He knew that Zhou Yi had some physical problems, but he was surprised that he could insist on doing so.

A warrior does not have to rely on force. What he needs is the spirit of persistence and non giving up like Zhou Yi, although

Zhou Yi's weak physique can't cover up his strong heart.

”Brother Zhou Yi, I'll accompany you!” suddenly, a clear voice like a silver bell came from one side. It seemed to be the sound of nature, which could disturb people's mind.

They were slightly stunned, turned and looked at the sound source, and then they were replaced by strong jealousy.

The source of the sound was a young girl. She had a melon seed face, long and picturesque eyebrows, a small mouth under the bridge of her petite nose, thin lips, and her whole face was delicate and beautiful, without the slightest smell of human fireworks.

Her petite face showed a smile, which seemed to be overwhelming. All the men present were immersed in it and couldn't extricate themselves.

The girl was about 17 or 18 years old. At this time, she was wearing a long light green dress and was walking slowly towards Zhou Yi with light steps.

The thin Zhou Yi didn't turn around to know who would have such a moving voice. He didn't stop and still ran hard.

”Brother Zhou Yi, wait for me!” the girl followed Zhou Yi closely, but Zhou Yi, who had no strength to run, seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, and the speed increased greatly, so the girl couldn't catch up.

”How can he be worthy of the princess as a weak waste? I'm many times better than him!”

”Alas, how could your highness like him? Just this soft guy, just like a woman!”

The male servant's eyes showed a burning fire of jealousy and wanted to burn Zhou Yi to ashes.

The girl following Zhou Yi is the only daughter of the seventh Lord, Yi Xiaocha.

Her appearance is so beautiful that almost no one in this Dali Dynasty can compare with her. Of course, it has attracted many sons of princes and generals to pursue it.

Unfortunately, Yi Xiaocha never accepted anyone's confession. Instead, she locked her mate selection goal on this thin Zhou Yi, which surprised many people. I don't know why

”Brother Zhou Yi, you wait for me. Why do you always hide from me?” the silver bell like voice of Xiaocha kept ringing behind Zhou Yi, making the teenager feel a little flustered. He gradually slowed down until he was shoulder to shoulder with Xiaocha.

”Your Highness, I'm still training. Can you wait until I finish training!” Zhou Yi gasped and glanced at Yi Xiaocha.

Xiaocha's figure is perfect, and her loose clothes can't cover her strong upper body. She keeps shaking with running, which makes the teenager's face hot and dry.

Although Xiaocha is a woman, her physique is not the same. Her cultivation has become the dual of martial arts. She can't breathe after running for a few laps.

This is in stark contrast to Zhou Yi's weak physique.

”Brother Zhou Yi, don't lose heart. One day you will let them see your different side!” Xiaocha gave Zhou Yi a call.

”Maybe.” Zhou Yi's eyes are dim when he hears the speech. His poor physical condition has been maintained for nearly ten years. It is estimated that he will be like this all his life.

That kind of thing like a dream is too far away from him, even he never thought about it.

Perhaps it was walking with beautiful women, and the teenager didn't feel too hard until half an hour later, the fifty laps finally ended.

Lying limply on the ground, Zhou Yi's face turned a little white. The whole person was like a pool of mud, and he had little strength to speak.

”Brother Zhou Yi, this noon...”

This silver bell like voice once again aroused countless envy.