Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 713
Amidst the voices of the people, Murong Heng and Ying Baoyue stepped onto the opposite platform.

The speed and pace of the two were the same without any hesitation.

Murong Heng, who was at a higher level and brimming with true energy, was full of confidence, and the low aura of the Northern Wei people was raised again. Everyone looked at the girl, thinking that she would hesitate, and guessed that her legs would be weak.

But nothing.

Looking at the figure of the girl who calmly walked up to the opposite platform, Ji Jiashu had a complicated expression.

There was no rest period between the semi-finals, and he had to return to the examiner's platform just before the lunch break ended and the final four began the final draw.

Although he didn't know what the final result of the lottery would be, he had already conveyed everything that was to be conveyed, and everything after that could only depend on the fate of this girl.It would be better if Meng Shi and Mo Hua draw each other, everything will go according to his expectation, the girl only needs to fight one more time, but...

The opponent she faced in the last scene was that kind of person.

Fate has never favored her, and the last battle was extremely dangerous.

No one knows what will happen.

"Okay, finished eating, let's go back, Mr. Ji, are you going back to the examiner's high platform?" Don't know why he would do that.

He turned around suddenly and grabbed the girl's wrist.

"Master Ji?" Ji Jiashu paused at Ying Baoyue's figure, then turned to look at him.

She didn't break free, but looked at him and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Murong Heng has taken the Boundary Breaking Pill, and his level of danger at this time is not lower than that of a fifth-level cultivator who just broke the Boundary." He heard that he finally couldn't help asking that question, "Are you really going? "

This is the last step, yes, but this step is too dangerous.

She has proven her ability, so she can take less risks.

Even if she doesn't get the leader, someone will be willing to protect her.

Even if there is no one.

There is still him in this world.

"I won't let you be taken to Ninggu Tower," he didn't know what tone his voice sounded at that time, and he also knew that this kind of empty agreement was not convincing at all, but he still looked at her uncontrollably and said softly, "You don't have to take risks. You won't be his match."

"I know my promise is not convincing, but if someone wants to force you later, I will do my best..." He didn't know if he was incoherent, but he saw the girl in front of him smiling.

"You misunderstood, no one forced me," the girl in front of him looked at him with a serious and focused expression, "I want to get the leader myself."

Strut with your head held high and leave no regrets.

Put an end to this summer.

Looking at her expression, Ji Jiashu realized that he suddenly understood something.

At the end of lunch, he saw his elder brother, Ji Qingyuan also stretched out his hand as if trying to stop something, but finally put his hand down.

"You are not his opponent, you can't beat him," Ji Jiashu finally let go of his hand, and could only say so through gritted teeth.

Although it was a pity, that Beihan Pavilion disciple was the last mountain standing in front of her.

However, the girl in front of him turned around with a slight smile, and looked back at him the next moment.

"It's not that I can't beat anyone, but who can stop me?"

She moved forward all the way, breaking through many obstacles, and no one has finally stopped her so far.

This is her, but on the way forward, don't ask her about the future.

Ji Jiashu took a deep breath and looked at the decisive figure of the young girl on the stage.

No one can stop her.

The only person who can stop her is no longer in this world.

Standing on the stage, Ying Baoyue looked at the young and refined Beihan Pavilion disciple with a calm expression.

"Ex-Princess Qin? We should be meeting for the first time," the boy across from him politely bowed and saluted, "I'm Murong Heng."

"It's not the first time we've met." However, Murong Heng didn't expect that the expression on the girl's face didn't change at all when facing him, "We've met twice."

"Before the second round of the medical and drug war in the dense forest of Qingtan Mountain, didn't you have a part in besieging me and my guards?" Ying Baoyue looked at him and raised a finger, "This is the first time."

She actually remembered everyone's faces at that time.

Murong Heng was taken aback when he heard the words, "What about the second time?"

He still had an impression of the first time, but the second time...

Ying Baoyue looked at him, and said lightly, "Ah Heng, take your senior brother back."

Murong Heng's pupils shrank.

She wasn't talking to him, she was repeating someone's words.

Ji Jiashu was also taken aback when he heard this sentence on the examiner's high platform, he also had an impression of this sentence.

This is what Xu Bingqing, the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty, refused Ying Baoyue to detoxify him when He Lancheng seized the medicine and got poisoned in the battle of medicine and poison.

Ying Baoyue raised her head, looked into the eyes of the boy opposite and said softly, "This Ah Heng is you, right?"

Murong Heng's expression became extremely complicated. Looking at the slender girl in front of him who looked obviously frail, his expression flickered, "Your Highness has a good memory."

He looked towards the audience, "The Ah Heng that the saint spoke of is indeed me."

"Thanks to the trust of the Holy Maiden, I must bring the position of leader back to Beihan Pavilion this time," Murong Heng drew his sword out of its sheath with a smile, "So, Your Royal Highness, I can only offend you."

Murong Heng's tone of voice was extremely modest, and his manner was also polite, but Ji Jiashu on the high platform felt strange in his heart when he watched this scene, and frowned.

"You..." Ying Baoyue also drew his sword out of its sheath, and looked at the young man in front of him and frowned, "Xu Bingqing trusts you very much."

Obviously He Lancheng's realm is more stable, but he chose to win this boy to the semi-finals.

"Why does the Holy Maiden trust me, can't Her Royal Highness see it?" Murong Heng looked at her, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more sweet.

Ying Baoyue frowned even tighter, "What do you mean by that?"

"Huh? We've already made a marriage contract and went in and out together, but didn't you find out?" Murong Heng looked a little surprised, "Don't you think I look like a person?"

Hearing these words, Jiang Yuanyuan looked back at Ji Jiashu in a daze, and Ji Jiashu clenched his fists slightly.

However, Ying Baoyue only looked Murong Heng up and down when he heard the words, and said expressionlessly, "Who do you look like?"

"It seems that the rumors that Her Royal Highness and her fiancé have a good relationship are indeed false," Murong Heng laughed, "I can't even tell that I resemble your husband."

As soon as this remark came out, the people in the audience were in an uproar.

"What nonsense is this person talking about?" Ji Qingyuan, Guichen and others in the audience also had anger in their eyes when they heard the words. Ji Ange was indignant, but suddenly another voice came from beside him.

She heard the reputation and looked, but it was Zhao Guang who had never seen anyone before.

"Eastern Wu stepson? Where have you been before? You..." Ji Ange asked, only to find that Zhao Guang had changed into clothes she had never seen before, and his whole person seemed to have undergone some subtle changes. The guard Shu brother who was always inseparable beside him Not there either.

"I went to do some errands. Fortunately, Her Royal Highness did not lose. Did I catch up with the last match?" Zhao Guang, who had just climbed up the mountain and squeezed into the crowd, wiped the sweat from his brow.

"The penultimate game," Ji Ange said, "but it's almost the last game for His Highness."

"Really?" Zhao Guang breathed a sigh of relief, "It's good to catch up, but Her Royal Highness's opponent in this round...why is it a bit weird?"

It's not just weird, Ji Ange gritted his teeth, Murong Heng's words almost seemed to be teasing.

Hearing these ambiguous words, the people in the audience looked at the young men and women on the stage with special meaning.

In Murong Heng's eyes, there was also an unseen complacency.

"Like it?" But when he heard this sentence, he didn't expect that the expression of the girl in front of him didn't change at all.

"I don't think so, at least the difference in skin color is quite big," Ying Baoyue looked at Murong Heng and said indifferently.

"Skin color..." Murong Heng touched his face in a daze, but Ying Baoyue looked at his neck, pointed and said seriously.

"Mr. Murong, if you put on powder... I suggest you remember to put on your neck."

Murong Heng froze, but what the girl said next made his whole body stiff.

"Murong?" Ying Baoyue looked at the real complexion of the young man in front of him, and suddenly said softly.

"You... aren't from the Northern Wei Dynasty, are you?"

　Baoyue’s little beauty advice, if you don’t apply powder on your neck, it’s easy to expose

　　
　
(End of this chapter)