C953 (2/2)

”100000 yuan! Feng Ping, one of the two protagonists in this competition, finally made a move! ”

”Yes, half a month ago, Feng Ping was defeated by Jue Ying in her sixty moves. He once said that anyone who dares to move Jue Ying is the enemy of Feng Ping. Now that Jue Ying is competing for the first place, he will naturally strive for the best.”

In the private room, a young man with black robes and red hair spoke out. This man is Feng Ping.

”Ha ha, 100000 yuan, Feng Ping, you are too stingy. Ying'er, if you want to win, I'll give you a hand. I'll give you 300000 yuan!”

In another private room, a handsome young man in a red robe sneered.

Huoyunzong, Weilang.

”Well, Wei Lang, did you call Ying'er? You're just the loser of the girl. I'll give you 500000 yuan to help her ”

Feng Ping snorted coldly.

”Me? You're not the loser, Yinger. I'll pay 800000! ”

Wei Lang sneers at each other with his lips and teeth.

”800000, hum, miss jueying, I'll pay a million!”

Both of them have been defeated by Jue Ying. Both of them regard Jue Ying as their own woman. If they let others sleep, it's not about money, it's about face.

The others were silent, and the other women who were fighting for the title of Huakui cast envious eyes on Jue Ying. Their colorful head was less than one tenth of that of Jue Ying.However, they are smart and powerful. That's the point that they are pressed hard.

A turn of the fight to spend money jealousy, this color head, even as high as two million!

When Wei Lang roared out two million yuan, Feng Ping finally lost his temper and finally had to sit down reluctantly. There was no way. He had no money.

He can't compare with Wei lang. Feng Ping is the eldest son of a great master of martial arts, while Wei Lang is the son of the patriarch. He doesn't use as much money as Wei Lang, and huoyun sect is stronger than Feng family.

This time, Huakui was naturally a shadow, and Wei Lang, as the biggest flower protector of Huakui, naturally had the chance to have a spring night.

”Ha ha ha Feng Ping, fight with me, you are still a little short ”

after Huakui selection.

Wei Lang put one hand around her waist and sneered at Feng Ping. Then, in Feng Ping's eyes, he took her and left mengyaju.

”Damn, Wei Lang, I'm not finished with you!”

Feng Ping's eyes flashed fiercely, and then he said something to a man who was also wearing black robes.

The red robed man nodded, then stepped down and left.

at night, the stars and the moon gather, the soft moonlight scatters on the earth, and the sea is pale with silver.

In the attic of a villa near the sea, a beautiful woman in black cheongsam is sitting on the red couch, complaining.

Creak!

The door of the room was opened, and a young man in a red robe came into the room, looking at the beautiful woman in black sitting in front of the bed with fiery eyes.

Wei Lang walks slowly to Jue Ying, and then reaches out his hand to touch her delicate cheek, with an obsessed look in his eyes.

”Ying'er, do you know that since you defeated me that day, you have been in my heart all the time. I can't help thinking of you when I eat, sleep, and even practice. Now, I can finally get you”

Wei Lang takes off his outer robe, and then jumps on it.

Shua!

But then a cold light came from behind him