C693 (2/2)

Mu Yu nodded. Some of the students of the holy academy came here to help yue'er win the throne of the palace master.

Under the envious eyes, Mu Yu stands up and walks to Yuer. He can vaguely smell the faint fragrance of Yuer.

Seeing that the little master of the moon has no chance, others can only focus on the other two little masters.

After looking around at the crowd, he focused his eyes on Duanmu's seat. Like the God of war, he stepped up to Duanmu Qingling and said gently: ”Qingling, long time no see. I wonder if you can be my partner?”

Fanlan once went to Duanmu clan. Since he saw Duanmu Qingling for the first time, his rough heart was filled with a touch of tenderness, and he could not help falling in love with this beautiful girl.

He once proposed to the head of Duanmu clan, but Duanmu Qingling seemed to avoid him. Every time he went, Duanmu Qingling would not see him.

Duanmu Qingling's eyebrows slightly frowned and coldly refused: ”my little girl's cultivation is low. I'm sorry I can't agree. Please find someone else.”

For the fierce character of the storm, she not only did not have a little favor, but very disgusted, do not want to have any contact with him.

Many people around take a breath.

On this occasion, I dare to directly refuse the invitation of the palace master of the little LAN. It's too bold.

LAN's face suddenly became stiff. Unexpectedly, Duanmu Qingling didn't give him any face in front of so many people, which made his chest angry.

If Duanmu Qingling had not been the woman he cherished, he would have killed him with one hand.

Duanmu Fenghua next to him laughed bitterly in his heart, sighed silently, and then said with a slight apology: ”the little palace master, the little girl is young, and some are not sensible. I hope you don't care about her.”

”Hum!” With a heavy cold hum, a wisp of killing came out of him.